"What's the running out of time?"

Fuyuma and Sasa walked out of the kitchen with coffee in their hands, and when they passed by, they happened to hear Wakaba's voice, and said suspiciously:

Careless...

Wakaba muttered to himself, he was too focused on things before, and he didn't notice the approach of Fuyuma and Sa, but on the surface, he said very indifferently:

"Of course, there's not much time left until the school festival. ”

Fuyuma and Sasa stared at Wakaba for a few seconds with beautiful eyes, and when Wakaba was a little uncomfortable, they suddenly said:

“··· My gut tells me that you are lying. ”

Wakaba:

“···”

God's special intuition... Not every woman is a cool palace spring, because Mao's intuition is so accurate!

Wakaba complained in his heart, and he tilted his head slightly uncomfortably, and flatly denied it:

"You think too much, and if your intuition is reliable, you don't need to be logical. ”

"That's right. ”

Fuyuma and Sasa were stunned when they heard this, and they actually let go of Wakaba lightly, turned around and walked towards the basement, and said without looking back:

"Now that you know time is running out, don't be lazy, come down and practice. ”

Wakaba chuckled:

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

···

Albert Einstein once explained the theory of relativity to his students in layman's terms: "The same amount of time you and I will feel very long, and you and your girlfriend will feel very short, in fact, the same amount of time." ”

This is a subjective theory of relativity that is not confined to people but also to people and things.

When you do something you love and devote yourself to it, you will find that time is passing rapidly, and you can quickly remember yesterday as if you were a world away.

Wakaba is like that, he loves music, and although he doesn't have to practice his world-class skills day after day, year after year, that doesn't stop him from liking the beautiful touch of his fingers on the smooth and cool keys and the joy of every vibration of the strings.

What's more important is that the tunes that flow from it are more intoxicating, whether they are relaxed, lively, cheerful, solemn, or sad.

There is no battle, no report from the ship's mother, there is just ordinary but beautiful daily life and the light music that blends together.

Before he knew it, a week had passed, and Wakaba had never been so laid-back and comfortable, and he was satisfied.

It's just that,It's impossible to be as good as the facts.,The worst foundation of Kitahara Haruki is making good progress.,The first song [HITE ALBUM] mastered three days ago.,The second song [SOUND OF DESTINY] is not satisfactory.,There is only a week left before the school festival.,The incident is very urgent.。

Wakaba has never paid more attention to the first and probably the only band ensemble in his life, and he is looking forward to it and wants to leave a good meeting.

"Kitahara, you're not in good shape today. ”

When Haruki Kitahara heard Wakaba's words, he smiled helplessly:

"It's not that it's not in good shape, it's that it's really not strong. ”

He also knew that time was running out, but his fingers couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and he didn't know what to do.

Fuyuma and Sasa picked up the water cup placed in the corner of the piano and took a sip, and said lightly:

"He's not talking about your rotten guitar. ”

Fuyuma and Sa, as always, are straightforward and slightly poisonous.

Uh...

Haruki Kitahara was speechless, but he didn't have any disgust, and after a week, he had become accustomed to Fuyuma and Sasa's unsubtle way of speaking.

Wakaba smiled helplessly and shook his head slightly, looked at Kitahara Haruki and said:

"Kitahara, if you don't read the score of [SOUND OF DESTINY] now, how much can you remember?"

After hearing this, Kitahara Chunxi wrinkled his brows and pondered for a few minutes, and then said with little confidence:

"Well, about a third. ”

"That's it..."

Wakaba touched his chin that had been shaved clean in the morning, his eyes wandered, and he thought for a while:

"From today onwards, let's shorten the time for piano practice and set aside some time for singing. ”

Wakaba can see that Haruki Kitahara can't keep up with the rhythm with his fingers, so it is imperative to be familiar with the rhythm in order to improve efficiency.

"Singing?"

Haruki Kitahara became a monk halfway, and he only had a superficial understanding of music, and he practiced the guitar directly from the beginning, and it was already the limit to be able to read the score, and he couldn't understand the deep meaning of Wakaba.

Fuyuma and Sasa understood Wakaba's thoughts, bowed slightly, and said in agreement:

"It's a good way, let's sing music, if you don't understand, let Wakaba teach you. ”

Wakaba took a trip directly to the corner of the wall, and said lazily:

"It's a hassle... I have a more professional candidate, Kogisama-san, please. ”

Wakaba smiled and winked at Kogi Zeng, who came out of the recording studio to rest with the microphone in his hand, and he could see that Kogi Zeng seemed to have some good feelings for Kitahara, and he was a month old and got rid of the trouble.

Master is so witty!

Wakaba gave herself a thumbs up, squirmed, and changed to a more comfortable position to nest herself.

Kogi had been hinted at by Wakaba, and her pretty face was slightly red.

Fuyuma and Sasa saw through Wakaba's true thoughts at a glance, turned around and stretched out his foot and kicked lightly on Wakaba's calf, and said angrily:

"You're too lazy to do it. ”

After more than a week of getting along, the relationship between the several people has also improved a lot, and Fuyuma and Sasa's attitude towards Wakaba is more casual than before.

Wakaba put one arm under his head, looked at Fuyuma and Saya slightly, the two looked at each other, and said with a chuckle:

"It's called rational allocation of limited resources, you know, I'm not good at sight-singing in the first place. ”

Fuyuma and Sasa didn't take it seriously at all.

"I don't know how you got into this habit. ”

"This..."

Ruoye was a little distracted when he heard this, and paused for a few seconds before sighing:

"It seems to be next to my sister. ”

"Sister?"

Hearing this, Fuyuma and Sasa were a little curious.

"Speaking of which, everyone has a general understanding of each other's families recently, but you... Didn't say anything.

Who's your sister?"

When everyone heard this, they also looked at Wakaba curiously, for them, Wakaba has always been mysterious.

Judging by where they live, the family is very rich.

I can take a year off without repeating a grade.,And the teacher is also very polite to Wakaba.,The family is very powerful.。

The academic performance and music and art are also very good.

None of this can happen to people in ordinary families, but usually Wakaba is always alone, and he doesn't reveal a little bit about his life experience.

Last year, although there was an amazing Poison Island senior sister, it didn't appear now.

Wakaba smiled dryly and blinked under everyone's gaze.

"Can you leave it alone?"

Winter horse and Saliu raised their eyebrows.

"No, you can't. ”

Ruoye paused for a few seconds, smiled, and said proudly:

"But if I don't say it, you can't help it. ”