In the quiet, I don't know when there was an elegant and light piano sound.

Breaking the clichéd style, the music is unique and chic, the melody is light and lively, the elegant and smooth melody, the high-tide part is ups and downs, the accent is sonorous and powerful, the momentum is majestic, and it is shocking.

The piece is in a rondo form, with eighth notes running through the rhythm and sixteenth notes to enhance the liveliness, and it is clear that this piece is Mozart's "Turkish March".

Hua Yin leaned on the bench and closed his eyes, listening carefully, there was no expression on his white porcelain-like delicate face, just to relax his eyes.

Before the song was finished, the piano stopped abruptly.

Hua Yin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her sultry black eyes, and the faint light in her eyes flickered.

It turned out to be irritable.

After a while, the piano sounded again, but it was more hurried, no longer as comfortable as it had been at the beginning, but rather a feeling of venting its anger.

Playing the elegant curve so extremely, it's not too piercing.

Tricks are good.

Hua Yin hooked her lips, put her phone in her trouser pocket, and walked through the corridor with the faint light.

Found the music room that had not been turned off yet.

Through the glass, I looked at the indifferent incomprehensible person sitting on the piano seat inside, dressed in a tuxedo, elegant and cold, like a cold and hard face carved by God himself, and slender and flexible fingers jumped and danced on the piano like colorful butterflies.

Hua Yin leaned against the wall and hooked her lips lazily.

When the night school grass also has troubles.

After listening for a while, Hua Yin left the door of the music room.

Just as he had taken two steps, the man sitting at the piano raised his head suddenly, his slender eyes narrowed, and stared at the glass door where no one was standing.

The facial features are in the dark because of the light above, and with the cold expression, the whole face looks particularly terrifying.

A low threat emanating from his throat, with a murderous anger, "Hua Yin..."

The music played by the fingers is chaotic.

It's not so much a piece of music as it is a talisman.

Hua Yin didn't go far, he watched from the sidelines, and naturally found Ye Ningsheng's abnormality.

What's funny is that Ye Ningsheng didn't show disgust, but more hostility.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, did this regard him as an enemy?

Oh, funny tight.

It's just that no matter how fun it is, it can't compare to the money.

The corners of Hua Yin's lips provoked a touch of arc, raised her slender thighs and walked to the end of the corridor, listening to the messy piano sound behind her ears, the expression on her handsome face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Exiting from the dimly lit corridor, you will be greeted by the office building of the Academic Affairs Office, and in the middle of it are the teachers' offices.

However, at seven o'clock, Bai Liao estimated that he was in the papers.

What to do, I really want to find him.

The other side.

At this time, in the freshman math office, many teachers were busy grading.

Yang Wei, the director of the mathematics group, enlarged the test paper on the computer, and a test paper was written very seriously, which was a neat and good word, which should have been very likable, but at the moment he was angry.

Cover your face on your back.

The heart is extremely depressed.

Many teachers have already finished their papers, and they are waiting to get off work while swiping their mobile phones, and they can't help but wonder when they see Yang Wei like this.

"What's wrong, Mr. Yang?"

"Teacher Yang is not feeling well?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down for a while, and we'll approve the rest."

"No, I'm fine, you look at the computer." Yang Wei's voice was a little weak when he was angry, and he felt a little kidney deficiency.

The teachers all looked at him in surprise.

I seem to know some terrible secret.