After Fuyuma and Yarn figured it out, they looked up at Wakaba and said with a threatening facial expression:

"It makes sense, if you mess up, you're screwed. ”

"Uh-huh, don't you know my strength?"

Wakaba snorted confidently, and then his face changed, and he chuckled, and said with a somewhat shameless smile:

"By the way, if the performance is successful, is there a reward?"

Fuyuma and Sasa couldn't help but laugh when they were amused by Wakaba's obedient appearance, and then they felt that this would make Wakaba gain an inch, so they restrained their smiles and pretended to be cold:

"It's not what I want you to do, just forget it if you don't want to. ”

Wakaba tilted his head slightly, pretending to complain helplessly:

"If you want the horse to run and don't give the horse grazing, you are even more ruthless than Zhou Peeling. ”

Fuyuma and Sasa's beautiful eyes glared at Wakaba when they heard this.

"Zhou Papi, that's what I think of you?"

Obviously, the allusions of Zhou Papi, Dongma and Sha have been heard.

After a hearty dinner was eaten in the two of them talking and laughing, Wakaba simply cleaned up, went into the basement, picked up the guitar and practiced, after all, it was only one day, time was tight, and although his guitar level was stronger than Kitahara Haruki, it was the debut of Fuyuma and Saya that he wanted to play, Wakaba didn't dare to be careless.

"Wait a minute, the third stanza should be soft, the fourth stanza should be intense, and the transition should be fast, and the contrast will bring better auditory effect. ”

Fuyuma and Yarn are keenly aware of Wakaba's mistakes, after all, she is the original creator, and she knows more than anyone else, including Wakaba, who has a good heart.

Wakaba looked back at the winter horse and yarn wrapped in a blanket, shrunk his hands and feet, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, like a lump of hamsters, feeling cute and a little helpless.

"If you don't sleep in a good bed on the top, but you have to wrap a blanket in the bottom, can't you rest quietly?"

When Dongma and Sha heard this, they said eloquently:

"It's not that you don't have the skills to go home, you need my guidance, just like just now, I don't want my first song to be ruined in your hands. ”

This makes sense, Ruoye is speechless, but this is the first time he has played, obviously he doesn't want to be left alone on it, so he just said it, and he has to make excuses to hit people.

Ruoye understands the idea of Winter Horse and Yarn, and he is also happy to have Winter Horse and Yarn by his side, of course, one yard is one yard, and he lies down obediently if he is not all well.

Fuyuma and Sasa watched Wakaba put down the guitar and walked towards him, inexplicably flustered, and said with some stubble:

"Hey, what are you doing, let me down!"

Wakaba ignored Fuyuma and Sasa's resistance, picked her up directly, put her on the bunk on the ground, took the blanket, and covered her with a quilt.

"Now that you're down, lie down and rest right under my nose. ”

"I know, it's really a mother-in-law's man. ”

Fuyuma and Sawu refused to admit defeat, but their eyes became softer and softer when they looked at Wakaba.

The sound of the guitar sounded again in the basement, the melody of youth is lively, cheerful, and inevitably a little sour, but it is undoubtedly the best time in everyone's life, there is no one, like first love.

This is life...

Wakaba's second performance was a great success, without a single mistake, with a very smooth connection of notes and, more importantly, a rich emotional variation.

Although Wakaba is not the best at playing guitar, but before the end of the song, Fuyuma and Sasa were moved, and couldn't help but lose their minds, the most original creator, this song composed her own heart, so she felt the deepest, the tip of her nose was a little sour, and her eyes were a little astringent.

Fuyuma and Sasa looked at the ceiling, their eyes unblinking, she was afraid that she would burst into tears if she moved, allowing Wakaba to see her true and cowardly.

"How am I playing?"

At the end of the song, Wakaba couldn't wait to look back at Fuyuma and Sasa, there was a smug look in his words and expressions, and there was a sense of 'coquettishness' that he wanted to be taken seriously for his achievements, and he felt that his performance was very successful.

Wakaba, however, saw Fuyuma and Sasa staring at the ceiling in distraction.

"Wasa?"

Wakaba followed the gaze of Fuyuma and Sasa, and there was nothing special.

"Huh? ”

Fuyuma and Sasa came back to their senses when they heard Wakaba's words, but they replied a little absent-mindedly, turned sideways slightly, and seemed to be uneasy with both hands grasping the quilt to cover half of their faces, leaving only a pair of eyes, looking at the black piano behind Wakaba fixedly, with a range of remembrance, sadness, and joy, with clear eyes and a complicated tone:

"I wanted to give up the piano, that guy... I once wanted to give up this identity as the daughter of Fuyuma Yoshiko.

Shortly before I went to school, she was suddenly moving to Paris, and she made it clear that there was no point in bringing me with her.

Until then, I had always regarded Fuyuma Yoko as my goal, both a teacher and an opponent, everything to me.

So..."

Dongma and Sasha were suddenly a little excited, pulled down the quilt, and said in a much higher tone:

"How do I describe it when I learn that she doesn't take me seriously so much... It's like thinking everything I've done before is so ridiculous.

I just feel that I can't swallow this breath in my heart no matter what, that's all. ”

Fuyuma and Sasa's eyes lowered as they spoke, and they shrank back a little dejectedly, hiding under the covers as if they were running away.

"Hmmm... So, you should work hard, why did you fall silent after only a year? and go from a special class to a normal class like E2?"

Wakaba touched his chin and was curious, he knew that Fuyuma and Yarn were not people who gave in easily, and it could be seen from their fiery personalities that although they felt a little cold on the surface, they would know that Fuyuma and Sasa were actually a little violent.

For example, I like to kick people with my feet...

"Having said that, I don't think my aunt's original words are 'it doesn't make any sense to take you', and that's not what she wants to say, maybe it's just that you misunderstood. ”

Wakaba changed the subject, this was what he really wanted to say, he didn't want Fuyuma and Sasa to regret it and leave a knot in his heart.

"Speak as if you know everything. ”

Winter horse and yarn complained about Wakaba, pretending to be unhappy and said:

"Which side are you on?"

Wakaba said without hesitation:

"On your side, of course. ”

Winter Horse and Yarn said lightly:

"I didn't see it at all. ”

Wakaba bowed slightly, and said in agreement:

"Oh, then I'll stand on my aunt's side. ”

“··· Every time I talk to you, it feels like kicking you. ”

Fuyuma and Saa stared at Wakaba for a while, and said so, turning their heads slightly, looking up at the ceiling, and saying with a bit of complaint:

"The only thing I can talk to in the class with is Haruki Kitahara, who likes to be nosy."

"I don't know what you mean. ”