After finally reaching LV3 in music skills, Xia Yu couldn't wait to apply for a job at a coffee shop on the corner of the street. However, today is Thursday and he still needs to attend classes.

After finally waiting for all the courses today, the class monitor kept everyone again.

"Next week is the Cultural Festival. We must decide on the program of our class today. Now I have six plans in my hand. I will read the plan and then vote." After picking up the plan, the class monitor started reading.

The six plans are: maid coffee shop, male waiter coffee shop, after-class cram school, breakup experience, wall-to-punch experience, and flower rope competition.

The maid coffee shop and the male waiter coffee shop are the only two popular ones, and the rest are all those who make up the numbers. Among them, the after-class cram school was a plan written by Xia Yu to deal with the students who asked him to sign the maid coffee shop and the male waiter coffee shop.

I knew that the students were actually only looking at the plan title and had no interest in the plan content. The class monitor spoke very quickly and entered the voting stage three minutes later.

In order to prevent external factors, the voting used anonymous notes. Two minutes later, the squad leader put away the notes and conducted statistics with the literary and artistic committee members.

After spending more than ten seconds to complete the statistics, Xia Yu looked strange when he saw the squad leader.

The squad leader coughed, then coughed again, and began to read the votes.

“Maid Cafe, twelve tickets.”

Xia Yu thought: There are a total of forty people in the class, and the twelve votes are a bit short, so was the male servant coffee shop the winner?

"Male waiter coffee shop, twelve tickets."

There are actually twelve votes? The draw is difficult. Can the remaining four paddling plans actually account for 16 votes?

The squad leader continued to recite:

"Breakup experience, one vote."

“Wall-bang experience, one vote.”

"Flower rope competition, one vote."

After reading this, Xia Yu and his classmates panicked. The remaining four paddling plans accounted for 16 votes, but three of them had only one vote, which means that the last one had thirteen votes?

And the last plan seems to be...

“After class cram school, thirteen votes.”

"Then, our class's program has decided to be the after-class cram school."

The students began to wail:

"No, I just don't want to vote for the maid or the male servant, so I just found one to vote!"

"So too, who would go to the after-class cram school? I just want to join in for fun!"

"I just support Xia Yu!"

"It's over."

The whole class looked at Xia Yu.

"Why don't we vote again?" Xia Yu tried to correct the world line.

"No, anyway, the maid and male servant are quite boring, and it's not as interesting as the cram school."

"Scared those guys at that time!"

“…”

Looking at the students who were inexplicably excited, Xia Yu rubbed his forehead.

Just be happy.

The matter was over, and he stood up, left the classroom, and walked towards the coffee shop on the corner of the street.

The convenience store has found someone to replace Xia Yu. The store manager asked Xia Yu to pay his salary on Sunday, so he is now free.

Take the subway to the next stop, and walk for another five minutes, the destination is the coffee shop in the middle of a street.

After looking at the six words "Coffee Shop on the Street Corner" written on the sign, Xia Yu walked in.

"Welcome, how many?" A girl in a waiter uniform came to Xia Yu.

"I came here to apply for the job," said Xia Yu.

"Hey?" the girl was surprised, "but we only lack pianists here."

She saw that Xia Yu was a high school student and thought he wanted to come over to apply for a waiter.

"Then I'm not wrong." Xia Yu was not surprised at all about the doubts of the girl. It would be abnormal if he was not suspected.

"Sorry, the store manager is behind, I'll take you there." The girl took Xia Yu to the rest room in the coffee shop.

A young man is sitting on a chair playing with his cell phone.

The girl and the young man made a brief explanation and walked out, leaving only Xia Yu and the other party in the same room.

The young man took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked at Xia Yu suspiciously: "I will explain in advance that I don't read certificates here. I am also a piano player. I'm really good at reading real talents. OK?"

"Yes." Xia Yu nodded.

"So what level of your certificate?" asked the youth.

"No." Xia Yu said.

"Ah?" the young man widened his eyes.

"Don't you look at the certificate?" Xia Yu didn't have time to take the exam, but fortunately the young man dug a hole for himself in advance.

"No, if I don't watch it, I won't watch it, you can't live without it..." The young man sighed and pinched off his cigarette, "Forget it, there is a piano outside, you go over and play it."

When he arrived at the lobby outside, Xia Yu sat in front of the piano.

The guests in the hall also looked at the new pianist.

At this time, the young store manager was already a little regretful. Nowadays, no one is a certificate? Certificate is the purpose of those guys learning piano.

The high school student in front of me was probably learning a little piano in music class and thinking it could be used to find a job?

There are many acquaintances in the store. If he plays two tigers, his face will be lost!

But at this moment there was no time to stop the boy, and the first sound had been pressed.

The elegant melody echoed in the hall.

The young man stood up and sat down again. This string of melodies had proved Xia Yu's strength.

Which song is this?

The wind in the cold valley? The autumn of the aquatic name? The treasure carp in the lake?

After listening carefully for a while, the young man opened his mouth in shock.

He slapped his thigh:

Mom, it’s the Pope’s dancer!

Among the guests in the hall, the knowledgeable people were also a little surprised, but more guests just felt that it sounded a little nice, so Xia Yu didn't notice something was wrong.

When he finished playing the song, he put down his hand and was a little dissatisfied. This was the first time he used his body to play the piano. Some of the movements were a bit stiff, and the piano was not as good as An Siyao's home.

Turning his head, Xia Yu wanted to ask if he could do it again, but when he saw the young man's face, he had already come to him.

Immediately distanced myself from the young man. Xia Yu was about to ask what was wrong, but the young man grabbed his hand.

"Please stay in my coffee shop." The young man's eyes were sincere.

Xia Yu was very happy to get the affirmation, but this scene that seemed like a marriage proposal made him feel awkward.

After pulling out his hand, Xia Yu and the young man came to the lounge and discussed the employment issue.

He first told the young man about his still in school. The young man thought about it and said:

"It's from 3:00 to 5:30 pm every Monday to Friday, and from 1:00 to 5:30 pm on Saturday, with an hour off in the middle, and Sunday holidays."

"Yes, what about the salary?" Xia Yu asked the core question.

"This, you know, I'm just a small cafe, so my salary is definitely not as good as a larger cafe." The young man said embarrassedly.

Xia Yu nodded, expressed his understanding, and reduced the price of 4,000 per month in his mind to 3,000.

The young man said the price: "So it can only be eight thousand in a month."

"How many?" Xia Yu was shocked.

"Eight thousand is a bit low, but it's only temporary. With you, I can increase the style of the coffee shop. Those little bourgeois money are easy to cheat. If you make more money, you can increase your salary." The young man and Xia Yu talked a lot about their future vision.

Xia Yu was silent, and he felt something was wrong: "I don't think it's low. Didn't you say that the salary is negotiable for about 3,000 to 5,000 yuan in your recruitment information outside? Why has it increased so much?"

After hearing Xia Yu's words, the young man was stunned.

He grabbed his head and asked Xia Yu: "Let me ask, what level do you think your level is now?"

"The hardest piece I know is the Pope's dancer. Isn't this a regular piece in a coffee shop?"

Xia Yu had already vaguely understood that the reason why he thought so was because he asked An Siyao before, and the coffee shop that An Siyao would go to...

Sure enough, the young man replied: "...The Pope's dancer is indeed a regular song, but a regular song in a big cafe, and he usually plays the first and second part."

"So what are the regular tracks in your cafes?" Xia Yu asked.

"The Etudes of Guda and some modern repertoire, such as Ashina No Aki or something."

“…”

It was knocked and was tricked by An Siyao.
Chapter completed!