The weather in September was a bit hot, and the sun was so hot that it seemed to evaporate the earth. At the top of the room, a few white doves cooed. The breeze blew, kicking up a pile of dust. Everything has a sad air.

Under the old tree at the entrance of the village, a slender figure leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, and the yellow guitar in his hand was dazzling and dazzling under the light of the autumn sun. He has short jet-black hair, a stratobar, a single eyelid, and a mid-lip. A clean white top is worn over the body, and it looks very handsome with dark blue jeans. It's just a faint sadness between his eyebrows, which makes him look a little melancholy.

His name is Yan Yixuan, the only orphan in this village! The guitar in his hand is his only relative.

Stroking the guitar in his hand, he remembered what the village chief had said.

"Yixuan! There's only so much more the village can help you. The rest is up to you. "Pick up the guitar. His slender fingers moved slightly, and the beautiful sound of the guitar came from the entrance of the village. He put all his emotions into the sound of the piano, hoping that his parents from afar could hear it.

"I will complete my studies with my own hands. You won't be disappointed. His voice was firm and calm.

September 1st, the day of the start of school in the country.

It was a hot day and I didn't feel any wind. Autumn leaves lie quietly on the tree, as if they have been pointed. Motionless.

This is a city with a large population and many celebrities, hence the name Celebrity City. The most famous university in the city is the First Conservatory of Fame. Since the establishment of the First Academy, countless musicologists have contributed to society. It is a well-known educational unit in the country. At this time of year, countless people come from all over the world to get in here and become celebrities when they go out.

Drip! A taxi pulled up not far from the First Conservatory of Music. Immediately afterwards, Yan Yixuan dragged the suitcase. I slowly got out of the car with a yellow guitar on my back. After paying for it. He looked at this beautiful and dazzling prestigious university. I can't tell what it feels like, more than ten years of music dreams, once the dream came true, made him a little trance.

"Look." There was a burst of exclamations. Yan Yixuan subconsciously looked over there.

"Isn't that the son of a big star? It's so handsome. A couple of girls screamed at a rich second generation who got out of a BMW. The First Conservatory of Music has never lacked celebrities, only young people like Yan Yixuan, who are so poor that they are bubbling.

Shaking his head, Yan Yixuan no longer paid attention, but walked towards the school.

It's huge, arguably one of the few mega-sized universities. There is a standard running track, a formal basketball court, an elegant library, and even a dedicated concert hall. Each one is exactly the same as Yan Yixuan's imagination.

As the flow of people kept going, Yan Yixuan soon came to the Department of Ethnic Music - Guitar Professional Registration Office. There were a lot of people at the registration office, and the long queue was more than ten meters, and many girls were holding umbrellas, perhaps because they were afraid of their skin tanning.

After finding a shady place and removing the guitar on his back, Yan Yixuan took out a bottle of water and drank it with a slurp. He was going to rest first. Wait for less people and then go to the queue.

"Squeak! There was a screech of brakes, a Porsche made a beautiful turn, and stopped straight not far from the registration, and everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the sports car without blinking. As we all know, except for the faculty and staff of the First Conservatory of Music, no one is allowed to drive into the campus, and the people in front of them can come in, presumably with a good background.

When the Porsche came to a stop, he saw a foot wearing designer leather shoes slowly collapse out of the door, followed by a hand wearing a ring pushing the door. A young man walked out of it.

Young people dress expensively. A set of white genuine suits, jet-black and beautiful black leather shoes. Inky sunglasses. The oily and shiny parted hair exudes the style of a rich man everywhere.

The young man straightened his hair and made sure that there was no mess, then he slowly walked to the trunk and took out a black guitar. The quality of the guitar is very good at a glance. With the guitar in his hand and ignoring everyone's eyes, the young man walked straight over and directly over the crowd. "Pat" the report sheet on the table. He said lightly: "Teacher, I'll report."

The teacher in the reporting office was a female teacher. Slightly older and a little fatter. She obviously knew the rich boy in front of her, and heard the voice of the young man. Hurriedly took the registration form in his hand. Only a promise was promised.

Seeing that the teacher didn't say anything, everyone who was wiped didn't dare to speak up. I'm afraid that I'll get into trouble as soon as school starts.

Yan Yixuan watched this scene for a long time, he could understand the mood of these people. Human nature is cowardly, it's up to you to overcome it.

"Let go of me", a girl with a ponytail suddenly walked out of the crowd, and the girl was very beautiful. Wearing a white skirt and canvas shoes. walked straight to the side of the rich second generation, and pointed at him in his surprised gaze.

"Why are you cutting in line? It looks like it's puffing up.

The young man is a little funny, there are so many boys here, none of them dare to speak out, what do you girl say.

"Who saw me cut in line? The young man straightened his hair again. You? The young man pointed to a boy behind him, who quickly avoided his gaze, not daring to look at him.

"Teacher, did you see me cut in line? The young man asked the teacher who was going through the enrollment process.

The teacher was a little embarrassed, and was silent for a moment, but said slowly: "No."

The ponytail girl suddenly became angry, and these people joined forces to bully her, which suddenly made her eyes red and a little aggrieved.

"Miss," let's go back and line up. A housekeeper-like man walked up to the girl and spoke softly.

Don't, the girl pouted. "I'm going to get him to admit to cutting in line. The girl was stubborn.

The young man immediately thought it was funny. "I said, little sister, does it have a lot to do with you whether I cut in line or not? Go back to the queue and don't you see that the classmates in the back are looking at you?

When the girl heard this, she hurriedly turned around to take a look, and sure enough, everyone in line was staring at her. Eye blame.

"If you cut the line, let him cut the line, and don't care what he does. When he finishes it, we can continue, and you've been making a fuss for a long time. A girl in black muttered dissatisfiedly.

The young man smiled playfully. Spread your hands out. "Look. No one has proven that I wiped the team, how do you prove it? “

"You...... The girl was choked and speechless.

Just when the girl was deflated. A voice rang out abruptly. I saw a tall and thin boy in white walking calmly and slowly speaking: "I can prove it."

A girl screamed. "Wow! So handsome. All the girls at the registration office were attracted to it. Everyone couldn't help but look at the boy.

The boy is Yan Yixuan. He hid under the tree just now and no one saw him, but now he came out and was extremely handsome in the sun. The slender body and the angular face make a group of girls fall into nymphomaniac.

"Prince Charming?

The pony-tailed girl thought a little nymphomaniac.

Yan Yixuan slowly walked up to the young man and looked at him with a smile. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Yan Yixuan, no accident, we will be classmates."

The young man was a little surprised, someone actually reported that he was in line, and he dared to say his name, which was interesting and interesting!

"Ben Shao's name is Yang Wen. Son of the chairman of the board of directors of the First Music University. The young man spoke proudly. looked straight at Yan Yixuan's reaction.

"Oh", Yan Yixuan nodded. He ignored him and turned to smile at the ponytail girl. "Classmate, I've seen him cut in line."

The young man is a little unhappy, and his identity can only be exchanged for an "oh" word? "Or is he from a bigger background than I am?