The melodious sound of the piano flows slowly from the first piano room in the music building of Akishizuku High School. Even though the sound insulation of the house is very good, you can still feel the vibration of the music outside. The subtle sound of the piano has been filtered through the walls and then reached the human ear again, becoming slender and mellow, as gentle as a pulped jade.

The sound of the piano is like a small bridge flowing water, tinkling on the steps of the soul, no matter how dry the heart is, you will feel incomparably moisturized at this moment.

Such a beautiful piano music always makes people wonder what kind of fairy plays it?

The morning sun was also warm and mild, piercing through the glass lattice window of the piano room, and happened to shine on the white forearm of the sail.

The last perfect arpeggio poured out, and she slowly lowered her arms.

This is the first etude this morning, just for the familiarization of the feel, it has been completed so perfectly, I really don't know what else she has to practice after this day.

However, Qingfan couldn't breathe a sigh of relief at the moment.

She lifted her eyes and turned her head to look out the window.

There really was someone outside the window.

It's just a person who looks like a bad boy at a glance, and it can be seen from his special sports-style school uniform sweatshirt that he should be a sports student. The collar of his shirt was not properly buttoned, and his unruly twenty-eight hair was clearly permed, with blue and purple highlights in distinct layers, which completely ignored the school's ban.

The delinquent boy whistled lightly at Qingfan, and then turned away shamelessly, but it was probably not to go to class properly, but not to know where to be idle.

- There are always a few bad teenagers in any school, and even Akizuku, a semi-private school known for its old-fashioned and even old-fashioned teaching atmosphere, is not immune.

This delinquent boy seems to have already remembered Qingfan's appearance, as if he was an acquaintance, but Qingfan himself doesn't remember when he came into contact with this kind of person...... It seems that it is still the first day of the MEC audition......

However, Qingfan's sixth sense clearly told himself:

The person who has been peeping at himself outside the window these days is not him.

That's the case, Qingfan always felt that when he was practicing the piano recently, there were always people staring at him outside the window. However, whenever she looked up to make sure, there was often no one outside the window, except for the branches of the wall that were shaking.

It was uncomfortable for her.

Let's hope it's just an illusion......

Although Qingfan thought so, he always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness on his body.

At this moment, a distant noise interrupted her thoughts.

The music building and the sports field are not too far away, so sometimes the people playing on the sports field can faintly hear the sound of music, and the sound of music paused for practice can also be heard from the sports field in this short gap.

Putting these two seemingly incompatible projects together is not a decision made by the school leaders, but has played a very good role. Whether it's music or sports, in short, it produces a lot of noise, and it is not suitable to be placed together with the teaching building of the general subject. But these two are very noisy projects next to each other, but they are happy, and no one dislikes anyone. Moreover, once these two are put together, they can play a subtle chemical reaction, and big data shows that music students practice harder under incentives, and sports students can also listen to music to relieve fatigue well, killing two birds with one stone.

Akizuku's teaching philosophy has always been to emphasize literature and art, and ignore science and engineering, as for sports, it is a sewer in the sewer, and they are not qualified to put it on the table at all, not to mention, they are the same as the Turnip Senior School, and they do not have a place for the school team to go directly to the regional selection competition. There are not many serious physical education classes in the school, so this vacant sports field often becomes a place for students to play Ex-ball on their own, but this is just a hobby, and even if someone organizes to participate in the MEC audition, it is all brushed down early. It can be said that Akizuku Senior School is probably the only school in the entire second ward that is almost unaffected by the audition.

To be honest, everyone thinks that the director of Akizuku Senior School is not having a brain convulsion, in this society, physical fitness is the first criterion for judging talents, followed by science and engineering, because with the development of science and technology, the importance of science and engineering is visibly several times greater than that of literature and art. The elite at the top of society must be both intellectual and physical, while the broadest middle class is composed of scientific and engineering technical talents, programmers are similar to the most basic and rotten street workers, and those artists are basically remote and eccentric, outside the social class.

Therefore, most schools pay equal attention to science and physical education, and by the way, they bring a variety of literary and artistic subjects. Only, Akishizuku puts the discipline of literature and art in the first place, which is puzzling.

However, it turns out that the director of Akishizuku Senior School really didn't have a bad brain. Even though it has been at the bottom of the Ministry of Education's teaching quality evaluations again and again, Akizuku Senior School has made a unique name in the professional field by relying on its strong literary and artistic strength, and has become the top of the pyramid of literary and artistic colleges in District 2, almost the only choice for those children who really love art and strive for it in District 2, and even in the entire surrounding area.

But as for those, the students who choose to study general subjects in this strange school, nine times out of ten, just take a fancy to the extremely loose admission requirements of this semi-private school, and the transfer procedures are also very convenient, that's all.

Dong Yunhao, a "country boy" from the fourth district, is naturally no exception.

At the moment, he was humming a little song, crouching by the pool, watching the water flowing out of the faucet, filling his little shower little by little.

"Little guy, get up early in the morning and go to the thatched house with your pants~" He pulled his voice incompletely, singing the folk songs of his hometown, and was in a good mood.

This incomplete tone of tune is particularly out of place in this school, which is famous for its literature and art, especially music.

The classmates who passed by secretly laughed at him behind his back: "Isn't this the dirt bun that turned around in the fourth district?" ”

Dongyun Hao just smiled at them blankly, his character is not grudgeful, and what others want to say, he will go.

However, this easy-going good personality does not seem to bring more understanding to Shinonome Hao. Someone else asked him, "Where are you going?" ”

Shinonome's answer was very honest: "I'm going to water the flower beds in front of the music building, they're a little dry." ”

"Dry? How is it possible? Is there still such a job as watering flowers? You can't waste all the labor in District 4 on this, right? "All the vegetation in the school is arranged by the gardening system, and the water is automatically sprinkled and fertilized at the point, and the sprinkling water is calculated by milliliters, all for the best growth needs of plants." Aren't other people's computers smarter than you? Do you need to worry about this more? ”

"But I could see that it was all wrinkled. Wouldn't the gardening system fail? "Dongyun Hao is wronged.

"Come on, you keep this effort to familiarize yourself with the environment and recognize the equipment. By the way, do you sell tea eggs in your hometown? ”

"What a hillbilly!" Everyone laughed.

Dongyun Hao was rarely a little angry, and his hand holding the shower involuntarily danced in protest: "Don't call me a 'hillbilly'!" ”

However, the consequence of this was that all the water shook out of the shower and watered himself.

Just as Shinonome was nonchalantly wiping the water off his shirt, he heard a slight shout from behind him.

"Ahh

When he turned away, he froze.

A stream of hot blood poured into his face, and after a while, Dongyun Hao's cheeks were so hot that he could bake sweet potatoes.

His shower water was not just poured on him, but also on the head of a girl who had just come out of the music building.

Ticking water trickled down the girl's hair, rolling down her long eyelashes, and some of the water still stuck to her eyelashes, trembling slightly. The score in the girl's arms was half wet, and the cuffs of her shirt were also soaked, reflecting the transparent flesh color.

It's such a coincidence, isn't this girl the one that Dongyun Hao bumped into before?

Dongyun Hao's heart instantly skipped a beat.

He wasn't afraid of being made fun of, and he hadn't done anything stupid, but at the moment he felt an unprecedented sense of embarrassment. His lips opened slightly, but he couldn't even say "I'm sorry", like a fish in his throat. His legs trembled on his own. His eyes didn't dare to look directly, and he floated around.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have been like this.

He understood that he just didn't want to embarrass in front of this girl.

The melodious sound of the piano flows slowly from the first piano room in the music building of Akishizuku High School. Even though the sound insulation of the house is very good, you can still feel the vibration of the music outside. The subtle sound of the piano has been filtered through the walls and then reached the human ear again, becoming slender and mellow, as gentle as a pulped jade.

The sound of the piano is like a small bridge flowing water, tinkling on the steps of the soul, no matter how dry the heart is, you will feel incomparably moisturized at this moment.

Such a beautiful piano music always makes people wonder what kind of fairy plays it?

The morning sun was also warm and mild, piercing through the glass lattice window of the piano room, and happened to shine on the white forearm of the sail.

The last perfect arpeggio poured out, and she slowly lowered her arms.

This is the first etude this morning, just for the familiarization of the feel, it has been completed so perfectly, I really don't know what else she has to practice after this day.

However, Qingfan couldn't breathe a sigh of relief at the moment.

She lifted her eyes and turned her head to look out the window.

There really was someone outside the window.

It's just a person who looks like a bad boy at a glance, and it can be seen from his special sports-style school uniform sweatshirt that he should be a sports student. The collar of his shirt was not properly buttoned, and his unruly twenty-eight hair was clearly permed, with blue and purple highlights in distinct layers, which completely ignored the school's ban.

The delinquent boy whistled lightly at Qingfan, and then turned away shamelessly, but it was probably not to go to class properly, but not to know where to be idle.

- There are always a few bad teenagers in any school, and even Akizuku, a semi-private school known for its old-fashioned and even old-fashioned teaching atmosphere, is not immune.

This delinquent boy seems to have already remembered Qingfan's appearance, as if he was an acquaintance, but Qingfan himself doesn't remember when he came into contact with this kind of person...... It seems that it is still the first day of the MEC audition......

However, Qingfan's sixth sense clearly told himself:

The person who has been peeping at himself outside the window these days is not him.

That's the case, Qingfan always felt that when he was practicing the piano recently, there were always people staring at him outside the window. However, whenever she looked up to make sure, there was often no one outside the window, except for the branches of the wall that were shaking.

It was uncomfortable for her.

Let's hope it's just an illusion......

Although Qingfan thought so, he always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness on his body.

At this moment, a distant noise interrupted her thoughts.

The music building and the sports field are not too far away, so sometimes the people playing on the sports field can faintly hear the sound of music, and the sound of music paused for practice can also be heard from the sports field in this short gap.

Putting these two seemingly incompatible projects together is not a decision made by the school leaders, but has played a very good role. Whether it's music or sports, in short, it produces a lot of noise, and it is not suitable to be placed together with the teaching building of the general subject. But these two are very noisy projects next to each other, but they are happy, and no one dislikes anyone. Moreover, once these two are put together, they can play a subtle chemical reaction, and big data shows that music students practice harder under incentives, and sports students can also listen to music to relieve fatigue well, killing two birds with one stone.

Akizuku's teaching philosophy has always been to emphasize literature and art, and ignore science and engineering, as for sports, it is a sewer in the sewer, and they are not qualified to put it on the table at all, not to mention, they are the same as the Turnip Senior School, and they do not have a place for the school team to go directly to the regional selection competition. There are not many serious physical education classes in the school, so this vacant sports field often becomes a place for students to play Ex-ball on their own, but this is just a hobby, and even if someone organizes to participate in the MEC audition, it is all brushed down early. It can be said that Akizuku Senior School is probably the only school in the entire second ward that is almost unaffected by the audition.

To be honest, everyone thinks that the director of Akizuku Senior School is not having a brain convulsion, in this society, physical fitness is the first criterion for judging talents, followed by science and engineering, because with the development of science and technology, the importance of science and engineering is visibly several times greater than that of literature and art. The elite at the top of society must be both intellectual and physical, while the broadest middle class is composed of scientific and engineering technical talents, programmers are similar to the most basic and rotten street workers, and those artists are basically remote and eccentric, outside the social class.

Therefore, most schools pay equal attention to science and physical education, and by the way, they bring a variety of literary and artistic subjects. Only, Akishizuku puts the discipline of literature and art in the first place, which is puzzling.

However, it turns out that the director of Akishizuku Senior School really didn't have a bad brain. Even though it has been at the bottom of the Ministry of Education's teaching quality evaluations again and again, Akizuku Senior School has made a unique name in the professional field by relying on its strong literary and artistic strength, and has become the top of the pyramid of literary and artistic colleges in District 2, almost the only choice for those children who really love art and strive for it in District 2, and even in the entire surrounding area.

But as for those, the students who choose to study general subjects in this strange school, nine times out of ten, just take a fancy to the extremely loose admission requirements of this semi-private school, and the transfer procedures are also very convenient, that's all.

Dong Yunhao, a "country boy" from the fourth district, is naturally no exception.

At the moment, he was humming a little song, crouching by the pool, watching the water flowing out of the faucet, filling his little shower little by little.

"Little guy, get up early in the morning and go to the thatched house with your pants~" He pulled his voice incompletely, singing the folk songs of his hometown, and was in a good mood.

This incomplete tone of tune is particularly out of place in this school, which is famous for its literature and art, especially music.

The classmates who passed by secretly laughed at him behind his back: "Isn't this the dirt bun that turned around in the fourth district?" ”

Dongyun Hao just smiled at them blankly, his character is not grudgeful, and what others want to say, he will go.

However, this easy-going good personality does not seem to bring more understanding to Shinonome Hao. Someone else asked him, "Where are you going?" ”

Shinonome's answer was very honest: "I'm going to water the flower beds in front of the music building, they're a little dry." ”

"Dry? How is it possible? Is there still such a job as watering flowers? You can't waste all the labor in District 4 on this, right? "All the vegetation in the school is arranged by the gardening system, and the water is automatically sprinkled and fertilized at the point, and the sprinkling water is calculated by milliliters, all for the best growth needs of plants." Aren't other people's computers smarter than you? Do you need to worry about this more? ”

"But I could see that it was all wrinkled. Wouldn't the gardening system fail? "Dongyun Hao is wronged.

"Come on, you keep this effort to familiarize yourself with the environment and recognize the equipment. By the way, do you sell tea eggs in your hometown? ”

"What a hillbilly!" Everyone laughed.

Dongyun Hao was rarely a little angry, and his hand holding the shower involuntarily danced in protest: "Don't call me a 'hillbilly'!" ”

However, the consequence of this was that all the water shook out of the shower and watered himself.

Just as Shinonome was nonchalantly wiping the water off his shirt, he heard a slight shout from behind him.

"Ahh

When he turned away, he froze.

A stream of hot blood poured into his face, and after a while, Dongyun Hao's cheeks were so hot that he could bake sweet potatoes.

His shower water was not just poured on him, but also on the head of a girl who had just come out of the music building.

Ticking water trickled down the girl's hair, rolling down her long eyelashes, and some of the water still stuck to her eyelashes, trembling slightly. The score in the girl's arms was half wet, and the cuffs of her shirt were also soaked, reflecting the transparent flesh color.

It's such a coincidence, isn't this girl the one that Dongyun Hao bumped into before?

Dongyun Hao's heart instantly skipped a beat.

He wasn't afraid of being made fun of, and he hadn't done anything stupid, but at the moment he felt an unprecedented sense of embarrassment. His lips opened slightly, but he couldn't even say "I'm sorry", like a fish in his throat. His legs trembled on his own. His eyes didn't dare to look directly, and he floated around.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have been like this.

He understood that he just didn't want to embarrass in front of this girl.