"Brother Lu." Qian Wenqian turned to look at the boy, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a perverse smile.

After the other boys saw Brother Lu, they also greeted them casually, they are usually just brothers and classmates who can drink together, Qian Wenqian is the little princess they all spoil.

Seeing that the school bullies of Annan College next door were all here, and it seemed that they had a good relationship with Qian Wenqian, Tang Sifeng immediately panicked.

"Don't, I know it's wrong, don't hit me......" Tang Sifeng's hands and feet were dragged by someone, and he struggled vigorously, as if he thought of something, and immediately bit the arm of the boy next to him and struggled down.

The boy was bitten painfully, hissed lightly, and went up to give Tang Sifeng a slap, "Crazy woman, it's a dog!" ”

Tang Sifeng's hair was scattered by a slap, and she looked a little embarrassed, but she didn't care about it at all. She threw herself in front of Qian Wenqian and hugged her legs.

"I know, I know everything, you are so kind to me because of Song Zhu, right! I promise I won't trouble her again in the future, please let me go......"

Tang Sifeng hugged Qian Wenqian's leg and begged bitterly.

was made by Tang Sifeng like this, Qian Wenqian lost interest, and Brother Lu, who was standing next to Qian Wenqian, kicked her away in disgust.

Qian Wenqian hesitated for a moment, but still took out her mobile phone from the pocket behind her, turned around and dialed a number.

After school at noon, Song Zhu had just finished eating and was about to throw the tableware into the recycling bin in the cafeteria when his mobile phone rang.

When I picked it up and saw that it was Qian Wenqian, I only felt a little suspicious, "Hey? Wen Qian? ”

"Turn left at the school gate and go straight for one hundred and fifty meters, in the alley next to No. 44 Wutong Street, you can come here."

"Uh-oh."

Qian Wenqian's voice was as indifferent as usual, and her speech was straightforward, and Song Zhu couldn't hear any emotion. It's just that Qian Wenqian usually doesn't call herself, and there must be something wrong when she calls.

Not daring to hesitate, Song Zhu simply cleaned up and left the school gate.

When he arrived, almost at a glance, Song Zhu saw Tang Sifeng huddled in the corner. The hair was unkempt, the clothes were scattered, and there were no injuries on the body, which was a feeling of being frightened.

"What's going on?" The mood was a little complicated in an instant, and Song Zhu just wanted to step forward to help Tang Sifeng, but was stopped by Qian Wenqian.

"I don't know what happened to you before, but the problem has been solved, and I'm sure you won't be too desperate." Qian Wenqian leaned on the boy next to her, looking at Song Zhu with her hands on her chest, with a nonchalant expression.

"It's just that this woman seems to be a little brainless haha, she actually took the money to find my brother to block you after school."

Qian Wenqian pursed her lips, shrugged her shoulders, and made a funny expression.

"Tang Sifeng?" Song Zhu paused for a moment and looked at the girl in the corner, only to feel that he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

From the moment she saw Song Zhu just now, Tang Sifeng's fists had been clenched, and now when she heard Song Zhu call her name, she had to respond, she knew how terrible the group of students in Annan School next door was.

can know that Qian Wenqian really can't be messed with.

Thinking of this, Tang Sifeng hurriedly stepped forward, hugging his body tightly to prevent himself from being exposed too much, and apologized to Song Zhu.

"Song Zhu, Song Zhu, I was wrong, can you forgive me? I've been to the police station too, and now I've been beaten so badly, I know it's all my retribution, can you forgive me? ”

Tang Sifeng looked at Song Zhu pitifully, and the clothes on his body were tattered. is obviously apologizing and begging for forgiveness from others, but the words he says give people the feeling that Song Songzhu is the biggest villain.

Are the White Lotus characters so powerful? It's obvious that he has done something wrong, but he can say that others are evil.

Qian Wenqian shrugged her shoulders and looked at Song Zhu with a helpless expression, "This matter has something to do with you, you see how to deal with it, you have the final say." ”

Song Zhu, "......"

Too lazy to talk nonsense with Tang Sifeng, she also knew that it would be useless to say anything more. Maybe he is not a real villain after all, and he can't understand Tang Sifeng's psychology and her behavior.

"Let her go, Wen Qian, thank you for today's events."

Qian Wenqian, "...... Yes. ”

She looked at the girl next to her with a somewhat tangled expression rather helplessly, "You, Song Zhu, you just have too soft hearts." ”

Because of Tang Sifeng's matter, Song Zhu seemed to be a little absent-minded in class throughout the afternoon. After school, Song Zhu walked out of the school gate alone with his schoolbag on his back.

Just stepped out, I saw Xie Jue, who didn't know where he had gone in the last class, leaning against the door.

The boy carried his cello on his back, with a nonchalant look on his face, his eyes wandering casually. Until I saw Song Zhu coming out of the door. Xie Jue's eyes regained some light.

The corners of Song Zhu's mouth raised slightly, and he walked in front of Xie Jue. I only heard Xie Jue say softly, "Can you accompany me to practice?" ”

"The final was in a week later, the international exchange tournament in Beijing. This time, you'll come with me. Xie Jue withdrew his wandering eyes and fixed on Song Zhu, with a little seriousness in his eyes.

Song Zhu paused, as if he remembered something, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and his tone was a little relieved, "Yes, you have made it to the finals, awesome!." ”

Xie Jue, "......"

Song Zhu hurriedly lowered his head and sent a text message to Song's father.

[Bamboo: Dad, my classmates and I have something to do after school, and we may not be able to go back for a while, so you can eat, don't wait for me. 】

[Lone wolf: Okay, try to go home as soon as possible!] Smiley/Smiley】

Song Zhu, "......"

This smiley face emoji ...... Alas, forget it, maybe the old father won't be able to change it for a while.

Together with Xie Jue, they bought some snacks sold on the roadside, and the two came to the park not far from home.

A week is not a long time, but it is not a short time. For Xie Jue, what needs to be done may be to choose songs and practice. It is best to practice a piece of music in a week, and you can practice it into your own unique style.

"Have you figured out what to play?" Sitting on the bench, Song Zhu took a sip of the milk tea he had just bought and looked at Xie Jue, who was sitting next to him.

The cakes he bought had been eaten, and Song Zhu was sucking milk tea, and his stomach was already a little full. Although she didn't eat, she looked satisfied.

Offenbach's [Jacqueline's Tears] in the last selection competition has been unanimously praised in the municipal competition, compared with other players, Xie Jue's qin sound has been more mature, and has formed a unique style that only belongs to him.

It's just that in an international exchange competition like this, there will definitely be no fewer leaders, and if you don't choose songs carefully and practice diligently, Xie Jue may be difficult to win.

After all, the people who appeared on that stage were all from all over the world who were at the same level as Xie Jue, and even more powerful cello geniuses from musical families.

Xie Jue glanced at Song Zhu, the corners of his mouth hooked the arc that seemed to be nothing, and he turned his head and said in a light tone, "I haven't thought about it yet." ”