"Anyway, that's it!"

It took a very short time for Yanhe to say the general meaning at the fastest speed, and because he said it too fast, it made Le Zhengya a little dizzy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"So, Tianyi just needs to sing according to your top, right?"

Le Zheng Aya sniffed sharply, rubbed it, and said.

"Yes, it will work!"

Yan He clenched his fists excitedly with a dark circle under his eyes.

"So confident?"

Le Zhengya nested back in the bed.

"That's right! I'm peaceful! I won't fail!"

Yan He clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with intense confidence.

Well, as soon as Le Zhengya heard Yanhe's words, he knew that this matter was absolutely stable.

Serious words are absolutely terrible, and there is absolutely no such thing as failure.

"Have you figured out the name of this song? There has to be a name, right?"

Le Zhengyan asked.

"Huh?" Yan He was dumbfounded.

I spent all the night thinking about the tune, where do you remember such a small thing as the name?

"Just a fortune teller?"

"No, it's too dirty to hear the name! And it's easy to think you're a liar. ”

Le Zhengya shook his head and vetoed the plan.

lwo! It's so low! Can't you think of a new name?

"Fortune tellers and little girls?"

Yan He quickly thought of another one.

"It's like a charlatan and kidnapping a little girl・・・・・"

"Fortune tellers and lost passers-by?"

"Do you think there will be young people who listen to songs with such names?"

Le Zhengya was speechless.

As a young man, I call a fortune teller all day long, and I think you are an old man!

"And what did you talk about?"

Yanhe thought of several plans, but they were all rejected, and he couldn't help but be a little angry.

You can think of one!

"Hmm・・・・・"

Le Zhengya lowered her head and pondered for a while, and the dull hair on her head suddenly stood up.

"Fortune teller, walk between yin and yang, before saving pedestrians and dangers・・・・・・・ let's call Mr. Yin and Yang!"

Yan He was dumbfounded for a while.

When did Le Zhengya, who has always had a thick cranial nerve, become so smart? The sun came out of the west!

This name is ・・・・・・ really amazing!

And listening to what Le Zhengya said when he named it just now, it instantly improved the force a lot Ah, there is wood?

Is this really the Le Zheng Aya who only has that snack in her heart?

"Well, I'll let you through ・・・・・ very much."

Yan and his heart said weakly.

Then the topic changed: "Hey, Aya, get your snack out of bed, hurry up and record this song!"

Le Zhengyan was excited because of her name, where do you remember that she just let Luo Tianyi sleep in bed for a while before, and slapped Luo Tianyi on the ass directly.

"Tianyi! Get up, sing!"

Luo Tianyi covered her buttocks, sat up in pain, and stared at Le Zhengya with a pair of green eyes.

Why did you change your mind within a few minutes of lying down・・・・・・・?

Luo Tianyi, who was backing up, still rolled over and got out of bed under Le Zhengya's strong request, and practiced very reluctantly・・・・・・

・・・・・・・・・・・

Kijiro Ichiba was lying on the sofa at home, his eyes staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

One night of prostitution sighed.

Since his last defeat to the young man, Kijiro Ichitaba has spent most of the day in a daze, sometimes not even hearing himself calling him to eat.

You can't be hit by a failure, right?

But his son himself knows best, he has not admitted defeat since he was a child, and even if he fails, he will only strengthen himself through more rigorous training, and he never wants to lie at home like this.

However, there is nothing that can be done about it overnight.,Every time I try to communicate with Ichiba Kijiro, I say it's okay.,It's just thinking about something.。

Seeing that his son's face didn't look like he was sick, he was relieved a little bit after a night of prostitution, and continued to check if anything had fallen.

I'm going to the United States tomorrow, and I can't go wrong.

Kazuha Kijiro is very uneasy at the moment.

I lost, I actually lost.

Although the final result was a draw, he couldn't accept that Wei Xian, who was a child a month ago, could raise his level to a similar level as himself after a month.

If Ichiba Kijiro knew that Wei Xian's ability to draw with him was all due to luck and cheating, I don't know how he would feel・・・・・・

This defeat brought a new experience to Chijiro Ichiba.

In the past, when people saw him, they would say, "Yo, this is the pianist who was in the newspapers, right?"

What now?

Although it is still respectful, there is already a different meaning in the gaze.

Even if others can't say it in front of him, he can feel it, and the meaning of his eyes is: Look! He was defeated by Wei Xian!

That's right, after the competition, everyone who originally knew him now knows Wei Xian, and his admiration for Wei Xian is far greater than himself.

Kazuba Kijiro has no complaints about this.

If you lose, you lose, and it's a big deal to keep practicing and win back.

But what made him sad now was that Luca was taken away by Wei Xian.

Wei Xian, this guy can be said to have robbed his fame and snatched away his favorite girl.

It stands to reason that Ichiba Kijiro should be like the villain in the novel now, hating Wei Xian to the core, and then taking revenge on Wei Xian by any means.

But Kijiro Ichiba now found that he didn't seem to have that much anger ・・・・・・, and some of them were just sad.

Nima: Have you seen through the red dust? You haven't cultivated immortals lately? When did you become a god?

Kijiro Ichiba got up from the couch and walked back and forth in the living room, walking faster and faster, as if thinking of something.

I want to say and I stop, as if I want to say something but can't say it.

There are dumplings in the teapot - you can't pour them out if you have them!

Suddenly, Kijiro Kazuba caught a glimpse of the piano that had been covered by the curtain, and his eyes were happy, and he lifted the curtain and opened the piano, his fingers playing on the keys.

After a while, he frowned again, thought for a while, and continued to play.

And so it went on and on, and so on, and again, and again, and again, and so on,

Eventually, from the beginning, an elegant tune was performed under the hands.

If Wei Xian was here, he would definitely be surprised to find that this piece contains several different feelings, sadness, frustration, confidence, and fighting spirit.

It's perfectly concentrated on one tune!

A smile appeared on her face when she heard the sound of the piano while she was cleaning up her things in the study.

He knew that his genius son was back.