Song Anyan slandered the little lady for being defiled by four people, maybe it was the four people who died.

He could guess it, and his master must have guessed it too.

Jun Qiyan: "Hmm. ”

The night he and Tilt met at the bar, he always felt that something had happened to Tilt.

He Feng asked more carefully: "Master, what if...... I mean, if the little lady is in the cold night gate, will you still have the idea of exterminating the cold night gate? ”

Jun Qiyan's eyes flashed with a cold slaughter, "Tilt will not be at the cold night gate." ”

Tilt, best, don't be at the door in the cold night!

He Feng: "......"

suspected that the little lady was at the cold night door, but said that she was no longer at the cold night door.

Isn't that a contradiction!

However, it is best for the little lady not to be at the cold night door, otherwise he can't guarantee what the consequences will be.

……

Leng Quan poured back into the school's concert hall and played a song "QRSY".

In the past few days since Leng Quantian played, the music professor has changed his views on Leng Quantan, from disdain at the beginning to surprise, and finally to admiration.

All the pianos played by Leng Quantian never read the score, but he played extremely smoothly, as if the piano was born for her.

Leng Quantian got off the stage, picked up his backpack, and looked at the music professor.

"Teacher, I won't practice here in the future, if you think I play well, I will do my best on the day of the competition."

The music professor nodded and said with concern: "Okay, classmate Leng, you will rest and rest for the next few days, and you will participate in the competition on the day of the competition." ”

Immediately, some students were dissatisfied: "Teacher, why! We also want to wait until the day we compete. ”

"That's it, Leng Quantian leaves early every time he is late, plays a song and leaves, and now he doesn't even practice."

The music professor glanced at these dissatisfied classmates lightly, "When you reach the level of Leng classmates, you can also stop practicing." ”

Several female classmates shut up.

A long-haired female classmate saw Leng Quan dumping a note in the side pocket of her schoolbag, and curiously pulled it out of Leng Quan's schoolbag.

"Mr. Leng, what is this?"

Leng Quan glanced indifferently at Chen Wen holding her uninnovative sheet music in his hand, and said lightly: "Draw it casually." ”

Chen Wen couldn't understand what Leng Quantian was drawing, so he handed the note to Leng Quantian, "Give it back to you." ”

She also thought it was a love letter written by Leng Quantian to his classmates at school.

Music professor Yu Guang glanced in the direction of the note, looked slightly shocked, and took the note handed to Leng Quantian by the female classmate, "This seems to be a sheet music." ”

Hearing the music professor say that the paper was disorganized and the black lines were scores, some students immediately came over.

"Huh? Is it sheet music? ”

"If it's sheet music, it's too ugly, no wonder it can't be seen."

The music professor raised his eyes to look at Leng Quantian, his eyes flickering slightly, "Classmate Leng, this is what you painted?" ”

"Sheet music? I do not know! It's just a matter of drawing a few sprouts on it. Leng Quan's expression was flat, a serious nonsense.

Everyone: "......"

How boring is it to draw sprouts......

"Teacher, it's okay, I'll leave first." Leng Quanqian is not going to waste time here.

She's going home to see him!

"Mr. Leng, can you give me this piece of paper?" The music professor looked at Leng Quantian expectantly under the golden wire under the frame.

He has been painstakingly composing his own piano music.

The sheet music seemed to spark his inspiration.