After leaving the seventh class of the second year of high school, Beifan walked towards the music room again. Presumably, Yin Dixiao was now sitting on a chair and waiting for him to go back, and Beifan unconsciously quickened his pace. In just a few minutes, he was back in the small space he had just had.

"You're back, where is Zhang Yang? Where is he? Yin Dixiao heard the sound of the wooden door being pushed and stood up from the chair, but the person who came in was Beifan.

"Oh, he's in the back, should be there right away." Bei Fan walked in, but stood there tightly.

"You sit, how tired it is to stand." Yin Dixiao looks rough on the surface, but in fact, his heart is meticulous beyond Beifan's imagination, when he first came here, Beifan always felt that he was cold, but now he has completely dispelled this opinion.

He sat down, and his eyes fell back to the piano in the corner, and he always liked to scrutinize the beautiful black and white keys. At this time, even if he doesn't think about anything, he will feel comfortable and comfortable. He hadn't been to the piano shop for a long time, and now that he thought about it, it was a good place to come to the music room, and it really made up for the void in his heart to a certain extent.

"Report." A low voice disturbed Beifan's train of thought, and he saw Zhang Yang walking in with his red and white schoolbag on his back. The offender's shoulders were pressed forward a little uncontrollably, and his hair was a little messy, apparently he didn't care about tidying up.

Seeing He Beifan sitting in his position looking at him quite indifferently, he also consciously walked to a chair and stool, put his schoolbag aside with some effort, and rubbed his sore shoulder.

"Standing, who told you to sit down?" With Yin Dixiao's unkind voice in his ears, he walked in front of Zhang Yang, and the anger in his eyes was obvious.

Zhang Yang just wanted to relax, but Yin Dixiao gave him this set. He looked at him with some surprise, his eyes glazed back like a rabbit. Yin Dixiao has never been so ruthless to himself, after all, he is the conductor of the choir, and he can still get a lot of benefits.

Even if you know that you have done something wrong, it is easy to change and your nature is difficult to change. Zhang Yang is Zhang Yang, and he has a kind of arrogance that cannot be concealed, "He Beifan didn't stand, why should I stand?" ”

He still sat there unconvinced, as safe as a mountain. Even so, Zhang Yang didn't feel that he was willful, because he felt that what he said was very reasonable.

"I'm still standing, am I sitting, you dare to sit, there are no rules at all." Yin Dixiao counted the bones in the eggs, in normal times, he would not care about such a trivial matter, but now, there is a nameless fire in his heart.

"I'm not the only one sitting, He Beifan is also sitting, why don't you talk about him?" Zhang Yang's heart suddenly became unbalanced, and he, Yin Dixiao, must be looking for something to do.

Such a conversation between the two of them made He Beifan feel very embarrassed, and he felt that he was neither sitting nor standing. But he simply stood up, so as not to appear rude.

Unexpectedly, this was not what Yin Dixiao meant, "He Beifan, who told you to stand and sit down." You listen to everyone's orders. There was a hint of resentment in the man's tone.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Yang, who was still sitting on the chair, "I asked you to stand, what did you say He Beifan was doing?" What does it have to do with you when he's sitting? Yin Dixiao's sternness made Zhang Yang helpless, no matter how strong his arms were, he could only bow down in front of his thighs. No matter how arrogant he Zhang Yang is, he is also a student of Yin Dixiao, which will not be wrong.

"Just stand still." Although Zhang Yang was standing, his tone was full of unconvincing.

"Zhang Yang." Yin Dixiao's eyes became more serious when he looked at him, "Why are you so proud?" Why are you so proud? He was very puzzled by the display that Zhang Yang had put up.

"For no reason, I am like that, and I don't feel proud." He was telling the truth, he had always been like this, and of course he didn't think he had anything wrong with him. He is a duck on the verge of death, and he has a hard mouth.

When Yin Dixiao heard his answer, he felt angry, "Zhang Yang, didn't He Beifan come to the chorus?" He's coming, why are you still lying? He felt like he couldn't get angry.

This sentence made Zhang Yang lose his confidence, but he still cheered himself up as always, "No reason? He himself can't meet the requirements of the choir, and we still have to attend the ceremony on National Day, so we can't let anyone in. Zhang Yang said that he was very remarkable, in fact, he didn't feel that he was wrong at all, and even rolled his eyes at He Beifan.

"I asked him to come, okay?" Yin Dixiao's voice became louder and louder, he seemed to have never been so angry, how could this kid be so domineering, he wasn't like this before.

"You asked him to come." Zhang Yang repeated lightly, he didn't think there was anything about it, "But do you really understand what he is suitable for?" It is true that He Beifan is one of the top ten singers on campus, but this does not mean that he is suitable to join the school's choir. ”

Yin Dixiao felt deeply helpless about Zhang Yang's stubbornness, "You think he is not suitable, I still think he is suitable." This team is not yours alone, what right do you have to decide these things? Yin Dixiao's tone was very hard, but he was telling the truth.

"As the conductor of the choir, I felt that I had a responsibility to bring out the best in the team, so I thought I had the right to do that." Zhang Yang's words are very real, and they are also the true thoughts in his heart.

Yin Dixiao was originally very angry, but now he doesn't want to blame him too much, Zhang Yang's sense of responsibility is commendable, he just used it in the wrong place. Of course, he can't be blamed for this, he has given him too much responsibility.

Yin Dixiao didn't speak, just looked thoughtful, but Zhang Yang was more anxious to express his opinion, "Moreover, Teacher Yin, the chorus is full, and the current queue is just right, if He Beifan comes in, it will disrupt our original queue." ”

The man's expression was not as resolute as Beifan initially thought, and the young man couldn't help but regret a little, he really shouldn't have come back just now. What did he do when he came back, Yin Dixiao didn't come to look for him. But the thought that his matter had not yet been resolved made him anxious.

Yin Dixiao's eyes were a little hesitant, and he seemed to be in a dilemma. Beifan also felt embarrassed, "Forget it, if the chorus is full, I won't participate." In the end, he spat first.

Beifan thought that this matter was like this, but who knows, Yin Dixiao was silent for a long time and said, "You stay." The man's eyes fell on the piano in the corner, as if he had thought of something.

"Huh?" Bei Fan's whole person was stunned, and Zhang Yang's face turned green directly. He didn't expect Yin Dixiao to be so stubborn, and there was no way to shake it.

Yin Dixiao saw Beifan's doubts, and he continued with a change of words, "You should be the pianist of the choir, you should deserve it." He said as if he was very satisfied with his decision, and then turned his face sideways and asked, "Beifan, are you willing?" ”

He Beifan nodded, he didn't expect that he could stay in the choir at all, "Thank you, Teacher Yin." He smiled casually.

"You deserve to be in the choir if you can." Yin Dixiao's eyes were full of love as he spoke, and it could be seen that he had high expectations for Beifan, which was completely beyond Beifan's imagination.

Zhang Yang naturally knows He Beifan's piano level, which he has already seen at the Teacher's Day party, so he has nothing to say, but there are some people who are unwilling to be driven away by themselves, and now they are back.

"Then you should play the score well in the next two days, so as not to drag our choir back when you have time." Zhang Yang finally ordered angrily.

"I will." He Beifan finally agreed quite calmly, although Zhang Yang's words still sounded very uncomfortable to him, but now he had lost his choice, and he could only answer helplessly.

Yin Dixiao inadvertently glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, he looked at the young man standing in front of him as if he was a little guilty, he smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's so late now, you should go home too." He nodded again and continued, "It's time for me to get off work, too." ”

"Teacher Yin, goodbye." Zhang Yang seemed to be very polite, but his tone was cold, without the slightest warmth.

"Well, let's go, be careful on the road." Yin Dixiao is a person who does not hold grudges, although he is very angry today because of Zhang Yang's matter, it is difficult to be prejudiced against him.

He Beifan is also forgetful, and he forgot everything about his business in a blink of an eye. Until he had walked out of the door of the music room, when he saw Yin Dixiao locking the door, he always felt that he had forgotten something, it seemed to be a very important thing, as if it was related to class placement.

"Oh, yes." Beifan's eyes were wide open, and he looked like he had suddenly realized, which startled Yin Dixiao.

"What's the matter, suddenly screaming so loudly." He pulled the key from the door and slipped it into his trouser pocket.

"Teacher." At this time, it was He Beifan's turn to be embarrassed, "Actually, I came to you today." He smiled, "I wanted to tell you about the class, that, I want to transfer to the art class." His voice was low, and he thought he didn't know the bottom of his heart.

Yin Dixiao was unusually happy, and compared with his usual times, the expression on his face looked unnaturally unnatural, "What, you want to transfer to the art class?" Are you not mistaken, He Beifan? ”

"Nope." Beifan didn't see Yin Dixiao's joy at all, but he was a little good about his question, "That's right." Van went on to add, "Because I love music, I want to ......."

Before Bei Fan could finish speaking, Yin Dixiao interrupted him, "It's really good." His eyebrows fluttered with excitement, and Beifan even thought he would jump.

"You stupid boy." Yin Dixiao touched the young man's head, "If you want to transfer to our class, you can just come, what else can you tell me." I'm sure you're welcome. He couldn't help but say, "You can come tomorrow with your schoolbag, don't worry, as long as you are willing to learn, I will never treat you badly." ”

"Tomorrow, teacher, you forgot, next Wednesday, the school will be uniformly classified." He Beifan reminded.

"Yes, yes, look at my memory." Yin Dixiao patted his head quite embarrassedly, and said quite warmly, "Go home, child, it's late, be careful on the road." ”