Jun Qing raised his right hand and pointed to the hooked key.

"It's not me who should go out!"

Sweeping the keys of the practice room in her hand, Leng Mo silently stuffed the guitar into the guitar bag, grabbed the cello leaning against the wall and carried it to his back, and walked towards the door with the guitar.

There is a piano on his body and a piano in his hand.

His eyes are cold and cool.

Jun Qing stretched out his right hand to block the door, raised his face and smiled at the other party.

"Classmate, do you want to debut?"

Leng Mo was unmoved.

“Get out of here!”

Jun Qing did not get out of the way, but straightened his waist and met the boy's unruly eyes with a serious look.

"I can send you to a bigger stage, you can do whatever music you want to make, get countless fans applauding you, screaming for you, and going crazy for you!"

When he heard "I want to make any music", Leng Mo's deep eyes emerged, but it quickly covered it up again.

"Not interested!"

You chuckled gently.

The beautiful eyes were slightly bent, and the cunning light flashed, like a fairy who had a insight into the world.

The school’s practice room has a lock, and no one can come in without the school’s permission.

Leng Moren is here, the only explanation is that he is allowed to practice cello here.

According to the memory of the time traveler, this person, like her, was admitted to the Conservatory of Music because of his cello award. He is now a junior and a cellist in a regular orchestra.

Even the top Eastman Conservatory of Music abroad extended an olive branch to him, hoping that he would apply for graduate studies at the college after graduation.

What does such a promising carrier, who does not practice cello but sits on the ground and plays the guitar?

There is no reason.

Two words -

like!

I’m afraid this classmate said he didn’t want it, but in fact he thought it was not bad!

Retracting his right arm and allowing the other party to walk out of the door, Jun Qing took a step forward and supported the door.

"I would like to remind you that the strings in the 12th section are more appropriate to use am than a."

Leng Mo stepped out and retracted his right foot and stopped outside the door.

No wonder he always felt something was wrong there, so that's it.

The two chords am and a are both third-degree chords, but one is a major chord and the other is a minor chord. Both chords are organized by three notes, and only one of them is different. Can she hear such a subtle difference?

Leng Mo turned around in the direction of the door, and there was an unconcealed surprise in his eyes.

Bang!

Jun Qing bent his lips and threw his back on the door without looking back, leaving only a cold door panel for the other party.

Without looking back, she could guess what expression was on Leng Mo's face.

Are you surprised to eat?

Is it unexpected?

Little slap kid, pretending to be slapped in front of her sister!

Walking to the piano, put down your backpack, Jun Qing raised his hand and flipped the cover of the piano, and put his hands on the keys without distraction.

As an artist, she needs to have personality, and she doesn't mind that her artists have tempers.

If you have a temper, it depends on who is in front of you.

It is not allowed to throw a tantrum in front of her.

Today is just the beginning, Xiaolu let Leng Mo take a look.

Sooner or later, she will convince the other party and call her teacher willingly.

Outside the door.

Leng Mo, who was almost hit by the bridge of his nose, frowned in displeasure, moved his left hand, which was hanging beside him, lifted it into the air and approached the door panel, then suddenly retracted, turned around and strode away.

I practiced for two hours in the practice room in the morning. After finishing a major class, Jun Qing returned to the piano room again. He was originally going to practice for a while, but he didn't expect that the driver's phone call came just after sitting down.
Chapter completed!