Nikki Hilton was feeding, massaging, and coquettish, writhing in Usiris's arms, smiling.

Usiris was a little absent-minded, and after a few words, he began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Niki Hilton didn't dare to play with the princess's temper, pouted, and crawled on top of Usiris, her eyes crimson, fantasizing about something embarrassing.

Engstron sped through the clouds and landed in a private villa on the banks of the Potomac River in Washington, D.C., about an hour and a half.

This villa is ideally located across the door from the Capitol Building and adjacent to Reagan International Airport, the White House, and Georgetown University's main campus.

Nikki Hilton led Usyris into the garage and said with a boastful and arrogant face, "Ussy, if you like that, go away!" ”

Usiris frowned, ignored her, turned and left!

Niki Hilton was in a hurry, and hurriedly chased after him, and shouted, "Usy, where are you going?" ”

Usilis flagged down a taxi when he went out, and then said, "Nikki, I have a class now, I'll make an appointment with you next time!" ”

Nikki Hilton didn't care so much, squeezed into the car, and said, "I don't care! I'll go wherever you go, and I won't leave you for a second! ”

Usiris was expressionless and said, "Man, I'm going back to Georgetown University, let's go!" ”

The taxi driver, a strong black man with pigtails, suddenly exclaimed, "Ussi, you're Ussy!" Oh my goodness, I'm your fan, can you send me an autograph? ”

Usiris smiled and said, "No problem! I'm in a hurry now, man! ”

The black driver laughed, put into gear, and sped away.

Along. The driver gushed about the Usiris race, and kept asking Ussie how he felt at the time, and the excitement was lifted.

A quarter of an hour later, we arrived at our destination.

Usilis coped with a few words, left a personal signature on the driver's shirt, and paid a hundred dollars, no change, which was considered a tip.

Nikki Hilton was depressed, the driver didn't seem to know her at all. It's so speechless.

Usiris walked into the campus, and as soon as he opened his phone, he received a large number of text messages.

"Usy, I think we need a house! At 7 p.m., I'm waiting for you at Starbucks on campus in Georgetown, and I think we need to have a good talk! Mark. ”

"Ussy, I'm waiting for you in Miami and you're always welcome to my house. The address is ......, Alonzo-Monin! ”

"Ussy. Available? I'm in New York... Waiting for you, anytime! Michael Jordan. ”

"Ussie, let's have a good talk, call back. John Thompson, Jr. ”

"Ussy. My dear brother, I am going to the rehearsal of the New Year's party, can you come and see me if you are free? Amy. ”

……

There are also a lot of text messages from strangers, which are basically congratulations and invitations. There's nothing to say!

Usiris strode through the text messages, except for his grandfather Mark Frederick, John Jr. Thompson, and Amy. Ignore the others for the time being, and talk about it later when I have time after class.

Nikki Hilton was in hot pursuit, and kept asking questions, looking curious about the baby, and the appearance of a well-behaved little girl.

No sooner had Usilis returned to his apartment building than he was surrounded by reporters from the school magazine.

"Ussie, can you have a 10-minute interview?"

"Ussie, I heard you called four chicks in North Carolina last night?"

"Ussy, I heard that you broke up with Catherine, is it true?"

"Usie, is Miss Hilton your new girlfriend?"

A whole bunch of gibberish questions, babbling, and flashing lights, without the slightest concern for Usiris's feelings.

Usilis said sorry as he entered the elevator, still pestered.

Niki Hilton grinned, put her arm around Usiris, rubbed her soft and large white papaya without blushing, and croaked in response.

Ursiris listened to it, and after entering 1117, he quickly found his textbooks, notes, etc., put them in his backpack, threw the key to Nikki Hilton, and roughly pushed open the reporter who was blocking the door, turned and left!

The reporters had an idea, broke into room 1117, took a snapshot, and began to record news.

Nikki Hilton wanted to chase after him, but then he thought of something and stayed behind.

Usiris strode along, and finally entered a classroom at the Conservatory through the back door.

At this time, the class had already begun, and a middle-aged woman with fluttering blond hair was on the podium, talking endlessly, and when she saw Ussie come in, she frowned, and continued to talk about her own course without asking.

In the classroom, the students looked back and saw Ussy, waved one after another, and began to whisper excitedly.

There were also two videographers who were recording a public class, and after seeing Ussy, they all aimed at Usiris.

When the middle-aged girl saw this scene, she was very upset, and she was telling the story of Beethoven, and she also stopped; She suddenly asked a roll call question, and asked with a serious face, "Ussie, have you handed in your homework?" ”

Piano lessons are different from other courses, there is no theory class exam, and the usual homework is to ask students to make a piano piece, which is graded by the teacher, and the score is accumulated to a value before graduation!

Usilis stood up, hesitated, and nodded; NBA2000 system has given Ussi piano skills, with a transcendent musical talent, plus there are too many pieces about the piano in real time and space, although I have not seen the score, but the melody of the music is imprinted in my mind, as long as I have a little time, recall that kind of melody, you can compose it.

The middle-aged girl had a frosty face and said unceremoniously: "Students, now Uxi will perform his latest score for everyone!" Please! ”

In the classroom, there was a round of applause.

Usilis smiled, stepped up to the podium, bowed like a gentleman, sat down at the piano, and began the performance.

Music is the expression of emotion, and when you have an emotion, as long as you indulge in it, you can find musical inspiration.

Usiris closed his eyes, his mind churned with the back of Catherine crying and leaving, the pain in his heart was indescribable, and he was silent for 3 minutes, and when he had inspiration, his slender fingers danced quickly on the piano keys.

Ding Ding Dong, Ding Ding Dong!

One by one, the notes danced, jumped out of the piano keys, and passed into the air, into the ears of everyone around them. (To be continued.) )