Tang Tang sat on the ground and wiped a handful of tears, looking at Song Yi very pitifully.

"Sister, even for the sake of the solo spot, you can't splash me with water."

The surrounding classmates glanced at Song Yi complicatedly.

Xu Qian Huan was furious, "Your brain is in water, aren't you?" Obviously, you did it first! ”

It's a pity that everyone will only believe the words of the weak.

Soon, someone spoke up indignantly for Tang Tang: "The competition is about fair competition, what's the point of winning without martial arts?" ”

Other students seconded: "Yes, how can this be? ”

Xu was happy and wanted to make a move, but Song Yi, who was silent on the side, grabbed her.

"Okay, then I'll play fair with her."

In her previous life, after she broke her leg, she taught herself piano music in the hospital bed when she was fine.

She once thought that the loss of her legs was a catastrophe, but she didn't expect that she could be reborn in it and have the level of cello grade 9.

Song Yi pulled Xu Qianhuan out, glanced at Tang Tang, who was comforted by everyone, and sighed.

"You can listen to everything, but you can't believe everything."

Everyone was stunned.

Xu Duhuan is no longer making trouble.

Out of the music room, Xu Duhuan's anger in his stomach was nowhere to go.

"I've never seen such a shameless person!"

Song Yi smiled and comforted her, "It's okay, I can't stop them, just cover my ears." ”

The farther you go, the wider your heart becomes.

Tang Tang thought that he had forced her away, but in fact, it was exactly what Song Yu wanted.

Practicing in the music room is nothing more than starting with some basics. For Song Hao's level, it's a waste of time.

"But ......" Xu Qianhuan hesitated, "If you don't go to the music room to practice, where can you practice?" ”

Song Yi bent his eyes and smiled, "There is a piano shop next to Swan Lake Park, I have practiced there before, and I am quite familiar with that teacher, so I should be able to go there." ”

Xu Qianhuan nodded, "Then you should be careful on the road." ”

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In the summer, the rain is very strong, and it rains heavily before dusk.

A group of people from WK walked down the street with umbrellas.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yi had finished practicing the piano and came out of the piano shop.

On the way back to school, it suddenly began to rain heavily.

She had no choice but to run back again.

Just as she was about to go in and borrow an umbrella, a surprise voice suddenly came from a distance: "Children?!" ”

Song Yi turned back sluggishly.

At a glance, I saw a group of people across the road.

Ye Yan is the tallest and the most eye-catching.

He crossed the road and walked to the "Veuve Clicquot Piano Shop".

Looking at the girl's long hair wet by the rain, she frowned slightly: "Why don't you bring an umbrella?" ”

"I'm ......" Song Yi remembered the kiss as soon as he saw him now, and his head short-circuited instantly, "I forgot." ”

The rain was still falling.

Ye Yan stared at her for a while.

Then asked, "Go home?" ”

Song Hao replied honestly: "Yes." ”

"I'll carry you." Ye Yan put away the umbrella and handed it to her.

"Huh?" Song Yi raised his eyes, looking dazed.

"By the way."

"I can go by myself." Song Te was a little embarrassed.

Ye Yan lowered her eyes and looked at her little white shoes stained with mud, and a subtle smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

"Your shoes are going to get wet."

Song opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The water on the road was so deep that it didn't look like she could get through.

After hesitating for a while, he finally gently leaned on his back and held an umbrella for him.

The boy was hot, with moist moisture. The black T-shirt on his body was also wet and pressed against his back.

South Korea, on the other side of the road, was taking pictures of the two with an excited face.

The 7K next to him was very puzzled: "You have your own mosaic of pixels, what is there to shoot?" ”

South Korea gave him a blank look, "You know what a fart." ”

7k came up and gave him a chestnut, "You talk well." ”

South Korea touched his head in pain, raised his mobile phone, and said mysteriously: "Do you know what the central idea of this group of photos is?" ”

7k was very cooperative and asked "what".

South Korea: "On the upbringing of an old father." ”

7k：……

Just do your best, and wait for tomorrow to be on the streets.