Jun raised his right hand lightly and shook the key hooked on his finger.

"It's not me who should go out!"

Sweeping the key to the practice room in her hand, she silently stuffed the guitar into her bag, grabbed the cello leaning against the wall and carried it to her body, and walked to the door with the guitar in her hand.

A piano on his body and a piano in his hand.

The eyes are thin and cool, and they are handsome.

Jun lightly stretched out his right hand to block the door, and raised his face to smile at the other party.

"Classmate, do you want to make your debut?"

Coldly unmoved.

"Get out of the way!"

Jun Qing did not let go, but straightened his waist and met the boy's uninhibited eyes with a serious gaze.

"I can put you on a bigger stage, you can do any music you want to make and have countless fans applaud you, scream for you, and go crazy for you!"

When he heard "I want to make any music", a light appeared in my cold and deep eyes, but I quickly covered it up.

"Not interested!"

Jun laughed softly.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly curved, flashing with a cunning streamer, like a goblin who knew the world.

The school's practice room is locked, and no one can enter without the school's permission to get the key.

The only explanation for the cold silence is that he was allowed to practice cello here.

According to the memories of the traveler, this one, like her, was sent to the conservatory because of the cello award, and is now only a junior and is already a cellist in a regular orchestra.

Even the top foreign Eastman School of Music extended an olive branch to him, hoping that he would apply for graduate school at the academy after graduation.

What does it mean that such a promising big guitarist, who does not practice cello, sits on the ground and plays the guitar?

There is no other reason.

Two words –

Like!

This classmate, I'm afraid that he just said no, but in fact, he didn't want it!

Retracted his right arm and let the other party walk out of the door, Jun took a step forward and helped the door.

"As a reminder, for the chorus of measure 12, Am is more appropriate than A."

Leng Mo's right foot retracted and stopped outside the door.

No wonder he always felt that something wasn't quite right there, I see.

The two chords of Am and A are both thirds, but one is a major third chord and the other is a minor third chord, and both chords are organized by three notes, only one of which is different, and she can hear such a subtle difference?

Leng Mo turned in the direction of the door, and there was surprise in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Boom!

The corners of Jun's lips bent, and he slammed the door with his backhand without looking back, leaving only a cold door panel for the other party.

Without looking back, she could guess what the expression on Leng Mo's face was.

Surprised?

Not surprised?

Little broken child, pretending to be forced in front of his sister, that is going to be slapped in the face!

Walking to the piano, putting down his backpack, Jun raised his hand lightly and lifted the lid, and put his hands on the keys without distraction.

As an artist, you need to have a personality, and she doesn't mind that her artists have a temper.

If there is a temper, there is a temper, and it depends on who is in front of you.

Losing your temper in front of her, that's not allowed.

Today is just the beginning, Xiao Lu let Leng Mo take a look.

Sooner or later, she will convince the other party and willingly call her teacher.

Outside the door.

Leng Mo, who was almost hit on the bridge of his nose, frowned in displeasure, moved his left hand, which was hanging by his side, lifted it into the air and approached the door panel, retracted sharply, turned and strode away.

After practicing in the practice room for two hours in the morning, after finishing a major class, Jun Qing returned to the piano room again, originally planning to practice for a while, but he didn't want to just sit down, and the driver's phone called.

"Miss Five, I'm at the door, can you come out now?"