Lu Jia is a big grinning person, it's hard to imagine how such a big grinning person can have such a delicate mind to write a mesmerizing song, and it can also be a big sale. And he's still a chatter, but when he composes, he tends to focus on whatever is happening around him and anyone around him.

It's actually quite magical. But in the Julie School environment, it's very commonplace. Because there are many geniuses like Lu Jia here, all with their own quirks, but they also have their own specialties. Or maybe the Creator is so wicked, when he gives a person extraordinary talents, he likes to knead all kinds of contradictory personalities into him, making him more different.

Every time Lu Jia came to inspiration and wrote a piece in one fell swoop, he would be more flying and more aggressive than usual. Today is no exception. locked himself in the dormitory for a whole day, and finally completed a new work, he was in a particularly good mood at this time, and everything was pleasing to the eye. Especially at noon, he saved a lunch that should have been invited to the hateful Chen Chufan, which was even more joyful. So when I walked out of the dormitory to find a good place to treat my poor stomach, I was extremely happy.

At this time, his slightly chubby face was smug with a smug smile, and he walked with a swagger. It's a bit of a nobody's posture. As a result, the shoulder bumped into a gloomy-looking passerby.

The passerby happened to be Jiro Oda, and he was in a bad mood to eat, and now it was time to eat.

It's a trivial matter, and I don't know how many people will pass by in a day and have such physical contact. But today is a little different. Because a person's mood is so high that he leads people to the point of outrage, and a person's mood is so gloomy that he can drip water.

Lu Jia has never had a good impression of the Japanese in front of him, who is always meticulous and always has a serious face. Maybe there are reasons for nationality, maybe not. Maybe it's more because he doesn't like the cold emotions under the serious smell of the other party, in short, he doesn't like this Japanese, he doesn't like it very much. Especially when the other party speaks to himself in a cold tone, this feeling of dislike climbs to the extreme.

"Apologies. Chinese without quality! For your impoliteness! Jiro Oda stared straight ahead, not even glancing sideways at Lu Jia.

Of course, he knew the Chinese in front of him, and he remembered that in the rehearsal hall of the music department, it was this Chinese who cooperated with Chen Chufan to humiliate himself, so he was also full of disgust for the cute boy in front of him who looked round.

The feeling of dislike climbs to the extreme, and it is anger. In particular, Jiro Oda's ignorance made Lu Jia feel that his self-esteem had been hurt. I bumped my shoulder on the way, whose fault is not necessarily it? Just say I'm not qualified, impolite? Let me apologize? Today's little Japanese brain show is funny, right?

"Apologize? Okay, then I'm really sorry for the quality Oda-san, because you are too small. It's hard to spot you on the road. So accidentally bumped into you. I'm so embarrassed! "Who is Lu Jia? Is that the one who pays lip service to suffer? So the seemingly honest tone and the cynical content in it made the two Western children who happened to pass by laugh out loud at that time.

In fact, Oda's height of 1.70 meters cannot be considered short for an Asian. However, at the Julie School of Music, where the average height of the boys is 1.80 meters, they do look quite short. Even many Western girls in the dance departments of many colleges are taller than Jiro Oda, and Oda's figure is even thinner, and he does look quite uneyed.

"Yaga!" Maybe it was Lu Jia's words that stimulated Jiro Oda, who was already in a very bad mood, or maybe it was the laughter of the two Western children who happened to pass by that catalyzed Jiro Oda's anger, in short, Jiro Oda turned around and punched Lu Jia in the face.

Lu Jia didn't expect Jiro Oda to make a sudden move. The two classmates who were passing by didn't expect this Japanese to suddenly make a move.

Country M is a very well-behaved country. The meaning of this rule is very broad, as large as the law of country M. As small as the charter of a company or a school, they are all rules. These rules bind the words and deeds of the people of country M, and clarified the rights and obligations of the people of country M. Those who violate the rules will be punished accordingly.

The concept of equality for all people in country M is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Therefore, even the president of country M can only act within the framework of rules. Otherwise he could be impeached and then ousted by an angry populace. This should be regarded as the unique temperament of this immigrant country with a history of just over 300 years.

So, although most of the M people are cheerful and casual. But there is great respect for the rules. This respect is reflected in the fact that violations must be corrected.

Especially the Julie School. There are a lot of rules. The penalties are severe.

Cheating on an exam once, expulsion. Plagiarism in the paper once, expulsion. Violation of any school rules. Expel. Finding too many absences from class, warning. Missed classes again, expelled, or even deceived professors, expelled

And fighting at school is undoubtedly an even more heinous thing for an art school. So there are definitely only two words in the end, expelled!

Unlike country Z, the rules of country M are definitely not just talk, and they will not be made small because of personal relationships. There is no such thing as repeating itself over and over again. Because the rules are clearly written there, and if you know it, you should obey it. This is the truth of the people of country M.

Although it may sound old-fashioned, this may be one of the secrets of the stability of country M, a multi-ethnic, multi-colored immigrant country.

So when Oda Jiro's punch hit Lu Jia's face and splashed blood on Lu Jia's tall nose, no one reacted immediately.

How many years has no one dared to start a fight at school? Ten years, or twenty years?

After too much time in Fauber's study, the enthusiastic Fauber invited the two to dinner again.

After dinner, Fu Bo once again warmly invited Huang Yuanyuan to accompany him, an old man, for a walk, but asked Chen Chufan to accompany his daughter to study the piano.

Before Huang Yuanyuan left, the ambiguous smile she gave to Su Xiuqing at the end made the girl's face a little feverish.

Su Xiuqing's piano room was on the second floor, but neither of them took Fu Bo's words seriously. At this time, the boys and girls were silent on the sofa in the living room, and the spacious space was slightly embarrassing, but more ambiguous.

Finally, the girl didn't hold back the curiosity in her heart, and broke the silence in the room first, "What did my dad talk to?" So long? ”

The girl is wearing an emerald green skirt, which should be tailor-made, and the fitting design outlines the girl's delicate figure to the fullest. The fresh breath, coupled with the coquettishness and charm shown by the inadvertent movements, gives her an alternative sense of beauty. Perhaps the most rare thing is that the advantages of China and the West can be combined, making girls more attractive. The fair and delicate skin, the typical oriental melon seed face that is about to burst, and the hot body unique to Western beauties, especially the turbulence on the chest, are enough to murder the lewd gaze of most men.

It's a pity that Chen Chufan has no experience. If Yang Tao is here, I'm afraid he will directly lose his temper and say: "Damn, this is obviously 34D!" ”

"I didn't talk anything, I just listened to Faub tell some of his own stories." Chen Chufan dealt casually. This atmosphere made him very uncomfortable. In Fauber's study, he had clearly told Fauber that he already had a girlfriend, and he didn't care about Fauber's disapproving smile at that time, but he didn't expect that the old man who was disrespectful after dinner would play such a play.

"Oh? He didn't mention me? "Obviously, after many years of living in country M, girls not only have the proud figure that Western women generally have, but also learn their boldness and boldness.

"I mentioned it!" In the face of such a lovely beauty. To say that he is unmoved, it is so fake that even Chen Chufan himself will blush. But as soon as his heart moved, the young man's mind would flash the pretending murderous appearance of another girl, and the shocking scar on her arm, which should be regarded as a psychological disorder, right? In short, when these images flash through my mind, my mind fades. So the tone is also light, like a chat between ordinary friends, casual and light.

"Oh? What was said? Can you tell me? The girl's curious eyes fixed on the boy sitting opposite. Chen Chufan's casual and light tone couldn't hide his unnaturalness at this time. The stiff sitting posture is far from the image of a pianist sitting in front of the piano and swaying freely. It makes the girls feel funny.

Chen Chufan couldn't stand it a little, whether it was the girl's eyes or the ambiguous atmosphere in the living room. "You can't make mistakes of principle." Silently warning himself in his heart, Chen Chufan squeezed out a smile that he thought was the most sincere, and said softly: "Fu Bo said to let me try to have a relationship with you, but I refused. ”

The girl did not have the silence, embarrassment or annoyance that Chen Chufan expected, but looked at him with more curiosity.

Chen Chufan didn't want to think about it, silence, embarrassment or annoyance were the reactions that a girl should have if she really had love for herself. In fact, the boy is just a very strange boy to the beauty in front of him, at most he plays the piano well. That's all, or there is still some curiosity, and there is no emotion.

So the teenager is very suspicious of being self-inflicted.

"Why? Can you tell us about it? ”

"Well, I have a girlfriend, in country Z, and" Chen Chufan was still hesitating how to phrase it, and the girl's tactful voice came into his ears again.

"And what?"

Chen Chufan was a little annoyed, he found that the ancient Chinese saying was indeed true. If there is really a father, there must be a daughter, how can two people be the same aggressive when they talk? So the boy decided to talk differently. (To be continued......)