"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date, I asked the sky with the wine, what year is this evening, the year is gone by the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze..."

Pinching Kong Hanyue's cheek, Xia Yu looked at her: "Speak human words."

"We are a small genre that is about to perish, a flower genre, and there is no room for it."

Kong Hanyue began to explain honestly: "The Southern School is quite special in terms of rhythm, and the phonological changes are wandering, mostly lyrical songs. The Northern School uses the middle finger to press the strings, and the sliding interval is long, and the playing is melodious and profound."

"What about the flower school?" Xia Yu asked.

"There are many techniques," said Kong Hanyue.

Looking at Xia Yu's confusion expression, Kong Hanyue continued: "It's just that there are many skills, you can quickly get four o'clock, pick up the bullets, and lift the strings. There are even more difficult things."

"...It's because of too many techniques that no one has learned this school, right?" Xia Yu already understood the situation.

"You can learn the techniques by learning them. The more important thing is that if you have too much distraction, you will have a poor grasp of the rhythm. You are not hard practice or outstanding geniuses, and you will not be able to learn them. There are also a group of people who are jealous of us, who promote us to show off our skills more than emotions!" Kong Hanyue was angry.

When Xia Yu heard this, he already had the idea of ​​changing the genre.

But he was just thinking about it.

"Continue with the next song."

Stayed at Kong Hanyue until 10 o'clock in the evening, Xia Yu took the last subway and returned home.

"Brother, are you back?"

As soon as she entered the house, Xia Yu saw Youxue. The girl was sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

There is nothing good about the TV, she is waiting for Xia Yu.

Regarding the fact that he went out at night, Xia Yu used the reason for practicing in the competition.

"Go to bed quickly, don't wait for me."

After watching Youxue enter the room, Xia Yu put down his schoolbag and walked towards the bathroom.

After five minutes of washing, he turned off the light and returned to the bedroom.

Five minutes later, Youxue's door opened, and the girl tiptoed to the bathroom, picked up Xia Yu's coat and sniffed it.

“Scent of perfume!”

...

On Saturday, Xia Yu got up at 8 o'clock, finished washing up, and logged into An Siyao's body at 9:30.

Now that he already has 4,700 game points on his hands, it is time to continue learning the piano.

He exchanged nine double experience cards for 4,000 games, and there were still 380 left.

"Do you continue to learn to praise the sun today?" An Siyao asked.

"Yes." Xia Yu lifted the cover of the piano and began to practice.

Praise the Sun is a relatively rebellious song, which is characterized by slowness and very slowness.

But slowness is not easy to grasp. Just like riding a bicycle, the slower it is, the more difficult it is. The slower it is, the more difficult it is to master balance.

At ten times the speed, with only one hour left before the end of the eight hours, Xia Yu was finally able to finish this song.

After getting familiar with each other for half an hour, Xia Yu stopped and had half an hour of experience card, put down the piano cover, and came to the bedroom.

The rest of the time should be the time to talk to An Siyao.

But neither of them likes to chat. The topics they are interested in have been talked about in so many days, so today I have entered the silence.

Since there is nothing to talk about, then don’t talk. Forced chatting will only increase the burden.

After yawning, Xia Yu lifted An Siyao's laptop and browsed it casually.

He was watching the jokes of a sculpting netizen on the forum, and suddenly a pop-up box popped up below.

Even high-ranking people can’t help using these bullet boxes?

Move the mouse to the upper right corner of the pop-up box, Xia Yu glanced at it and it turned out that it was not an advertisement, but a news pop-up box.

His index finger was about to be pressed, and he found another interesting title.

"The first district-wide middle school musical instrument competition has been confirmed to start in November"

As the principal said before, the competition will start in November and the final in December.

Time is not tight, and there is still plenty of time, so it is no problem.

Although An Siyao cannot control Xia Yu's body, no matter what sensory stimulation Xia Yu has, she can still get feedback.

So, after Xia Yu glanced at the title of the competition, An Siyao also saw the title.

"Are you interested in instrument competitions?" asked the girl.

Xia Yu thought for a second, and since he glanced at it, it was hard to deny that he was not interested.

"Somewhat," said Xia Yu.

"Will you go to participate?" An Siyao asked again.

"I can't participate." Xia Yu lied.

An Siyao had no doubts. In her sense, how could Xia Yu, who could oppress the captain maid, faced with a dozen strong men and remained unchanged faces, still be a middle school student?

"Then if I participate, can you see me?" she said.

“???”

Silently removing the first place from his expectations, Xia Yu said casually: "I can watch the replay, I hope this video can be preserved for ten years."

"Hey, did you come from ten years later?" An Siyao was surprised.

"Um."

"What will I look like in the future?"

"Five years ago, the plane crash died."

"Why is this?" An Siyao was very depressed.

She tried to save herself: "I am not dead yet, so I can change the future, right? I won't take a plane in the future!"

“Good idea.”

After a few perfunctory words, Xia Yu complained in his heart why he couldn't help reading the news just now. At the same time, he also reflected on the disguise he prepared to see if there was anything wrong with it.

He couldn't let An Siyao not participate in that competition, so it was too deliberate.

After a minute, An Siyao's voice sounded again: "Are you lying to me just now?"

"You just realized it?" Xia Yu expressed surprise.

"Don't bully me all the time!" The girl protested powerlessly.

"Actually, I came from a parallel world." Xia Yu said again.

"I don't know which one is the truth." An Siyao had already given up thinking, "Anyway, if I participate in that competition, can you see mine?"

"I can see you now," said Xia Yu.

"That's different." What An Siyao wanted was Xia Yu to use his real eyes to look at him.

After confirming that Xia Yu could see it, she decided to participate in the competition.

Xia Yu hesitated for a moment and said nothing more.

In fact, he also wanted to meet this little silly girl in reality.

As long as they enter the finals, they will definitely meet.

The disguise you prepared yourself is fine, it will not attract attention, and the risk is extremely low.

The first is that there is no hope at all.

But first one is too silly, it's better not to be too arrogant.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Xia Yu returned to his body, and at this time, the custodian Yu had already completed his work.

Taking out his cell phone, Xia Yu took a look at the date.

It is September 26th now, and there is only one month left before November.

After going back to the locker room to change his clothes, Xia Yu walked towards Kong Hanyue's home.
Chapter completed!