"It's not too early now, I see that the weather is good today, let's go to the yard to study."

Song Huanian naturally had no doubts and nodded.

Yang Mei walked in front with the shelf for the score and opened the door.

Song Huanian took out the violin from his bag and followed out.

At this time, Song Ci, who was still asleep, turned over and continued to sleep.

He has a habit of not closing the window when he sleeps.

Yang Mei was still preparing the score, and asked Song Huanian to practice it first, and then went back to the house.

Song Huanian put the violin on his shoulder and began to practice.

She chose "Prison Bird", which she played the last time she participated in the competition, as practice.

This song is Song Huanian's favorite song, in order to participate in the competition, she practiced thousands of times, and imprinted the shop in her mind early.

Even muscle memory has been developed, and you can play it without making mistakes without thinking about the score.

The sound of the violin mixed with the wind, slipped into Song Ci's bedroom, raised the curtains, and entered Song Ci's ears.

Song Ci, who has always had high requirements for sleep quality, had already opened his eyes at this time and stared at the ceiling dimly.

Annoyedly, he reached for his phone from the side of his pillow and looked at the time.

Nine forty.

"it!" Song Ci cursed.

Although I have known that there is a violinist next door to a neighbor, I don't usually have the habit of playing in the yard, and occasionally in the afternoon.

But what's going on today, I started playing the violin early in the morning!

Song Ci took a deep breath, pulled up the quilt and covered his head, subconsciously hypnotizing himself.

Go to bed... Go to bed... Go to bed...

Two minutes later...

Song Ci frowned, lifted the quilt suddenly, opened the curtains angrily, and walked to the window.

The dazzling sunlight made him squint his eyes, and when he reached out to close the window, Song Ci scolded angrily, "What a nervous disorder!" ”

After saying that, he closed the window with a 'bang' and locked it with his backhand.

He fumbled back to the bed, but there was no sound this time, and Song Ci quickly fell asleep again.

By the time he woke up, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

I have to say, I can really sleep!

Song Ci got up and washed up, changed into black casual clothes, stepped on a pair of black Vance and went downstairs.

"What's for dinner?"

Tang Sinian was sitting in the living room watching TV, and when he saw him coming down, he asked.

Song Ci raised his eyebrows, Tang Sinian knew what he meant, and explained: "The aunt's son who cooks is sick and is not here today." ”

"Hmm." Song Ci didn't say much: "Just do it, I'll go out in a while." ”

Tang Sinian didn't ask him what he was doing, but at about seven o'clock, he brought out two bowls of soup and noodles from the kitchen.

"Eat."

Song Ci sat at the dining table, looked at the colorful, fragrant, and appetizing meal in front of him, and swallowed his saliva.

He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, and Tang Sinian, who was sitting next to him, asked him, "How does it taste?" ”

"It's just average."

But his body was much more honest, his eyes were simply sparkling, and the speed of his eating was much faster.

This bowl of rice, Song Ci can be said to have eaten a fine light, and he was reluctant to let go of even a green onion seedling.

Song Ci stood up, took a bunch of keys from the entrance casually, and went out.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and took a thermos cup with goji berries from the kitchen and left the house.

It was already dark, and Song Ci took a taxi to the central square.

When he arrived at the place, there were still ten minutes before the fight.

As soon as Song Ci got out of the car, he walked to a relatively remote corner of the square, and opened the lid of the thermos cup from time to time to drink tea on the way.

The leisurely appearance is no different from the uncle who guards the door.

even wondered if this person would be the material to watch the door in the future.

He walked slowly inside until he reached the foot of a large sycamore tree.

There were already quite a few people gathered there, and it was clear that there were two groups of people.

"Yo, it's early."

Song Ci walked over like an uncle, holding a thermos cup in one hand and behind his back with the other.

When Liu Quan saw him, he walked over directly: "I said Brother Ci, the time is set by you, how can you come so late!" ”

"Is it late?" Song Ci raised his arm and looked at the time with half-squinted eyes: "Isn't it time yet?" It's only seven fifty-eight. ”

He smiled and patted Liu Quan on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm very punctual." ”

Liu Quan smiled happily, I can't beat you.

Yes! I endure!

"All on the other side?" Song Ci looked at the battle on the opposite side and asked casually.

"Both sides are here, just waiting for you."

Liu Quan simply didn't have a temper with this young master, so he could only swallow his anger.

When the tea pan halberd saw Song Ci coming, he jumped down from the flower bed and walked over to him.

"It's coming."

"Here we are."

"How?"

"You can fight how you want, and you won't be responsible for any accidents."

"Okay."

The tea pan halberd was about to turn around, but was stopped by Song Ci.

"Wait..."Song Ci raised his head slightly: "If you lose, apologize to Yuan Fei and Hu Rongzhen, it's okay." ”

"Of course, what if you lose?"

"We can't lose."

As soon as they finished speaking, they heard footsteps.

Yuan Fei rushed over directly and hugged Song Ci's neck: "! What do you mean! People don't call us anymore, do they? ”

Hu Rongzhen followed closely and walked over to this side.

Song Ci broke his hand and frowned: "How do you two know." ”

"Xu Mu from your class told us."

Chapan Halberd was a little impatient: "Can you still fight, it's not for you to come over to catch up!" ”

Yuan Fei was instantly angry when he heard this, and pointed at his nose and scolded.

"Why are you so shameless?" As he spoke, he punched the tea pan halberd in the face.

People on both sides were stunned, why did it start so suddenly?

The tea pan halberd was also confused by Yuan Fei, and Feng Ke came over to support him: "Brother Tea!" ”

"Yo, the person concerned is also there." Yuan Fei rubbed his hands: "It's just right, your grandfather and I have itchy hands lately, tickle it!" ”

His words, like a password, instantly fell into a melee.

There were quite a few people on both sides, and there were fifty in total.

They fought fiercely, but the painting style on Song Ci's side was completely different.

Uncle Song drank tea leisurely, and it took a long time to close the lid and put it on the flower bed on the side.

He yawned and reached out to grab the nearest man with blue hair.

Without saying a word, he lifted his knee against his stomach, and the man felt the pain in his stomach and lay on the ground.

Song Ci has already walked to the center of the fight.

To lift a leg is to kick, and another man with red hair suffers.

turned around and fell over the shoulder, and it was Purple Hair that fell to the ground.

Look at the posture, it's ready to make up the seven colors of the rainbow!

He took a stick from Hu Rongzhen's hand and hit the orange-haired man in front of him, another.

Feng Kelai took advantage of his inattention and prepared to sneak attack from behind.

Song Ci's eyes suddenly became full of anger, grabbed his hand, and threw him to the ground fiercely.

The moment he fell to the ground, Song Ci stepped on his stomach again.

"Ahh Feng Kelai cried out in pain, his forehead covered with fine sweat.

"Yes, it's quite rampant!"

"Wait a moment and apologize!" slapped Feng Kelai in the face, without hesitation: "You really deserve it!" ”

He retracted his feet, stood up straight, and stared at the person lying on the ground with a cold face: "Be a good person in the future, don't be rampant." ”

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and touched his arm...

？？？

Why is it empty?

Song Ci looked down and saw that the little green dinosaur band on his arm was really gone!

"it!" He let out a low roar and soon shouted.

"Stop! Lao Tzu's rubber band is gone! ”