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You can't always sing it, can you?

It's fantasy after all.

What's more, singing can't touch these outcasts very well, why?

Enjoy it before you talk about it.

Feixian Sugree was stunned and hugged the little short body, watching Han Qi sit there and play the piano intently.

It's a new tune again.

It's not a song, it's not a six-stringed piano, it's a new piece for the piano.

Following the autumn whisper, the pure music, but the flying strings Sugray didn't know if it was a pure piano music.

Compared with the autumn whispers, this song is not so sad, but a little lighter.

It's like bathing in the first rays of sunlight in the morning, in the ......

That's right, it's the feeling of watching your own clear reflection by the water, breathing in the fresh air, smelling the flowers, and listening to the birds.

But at this time...... It's night, obviously.

Shirley Velencer also watched and felt it. I think that the elves' profound attainments of nature and art are as much as the Germans in the previous life were naturally sensitive to machines.

Slowly, the outcasts fell silent.

Unlike numbness, this is quiet. Listening quietly, feeling, watching Han Qi sit there, bowing his head and striking the piano keys, the melodious and beautiful music flowing through everyone's exhausted hearts is like being moistened and washed by drinking water at the water's edge......

Well, real art can play that role, but Han Qizhi is not here.

What he wanted was not to use art to play a similar role.

As for the little short body...... Ahhh The small mouth was open, and a little saliva came out and was wiped off by the flying string Sugree.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Syllable. ”

Where did the applause come from?

Shirley Velancer, of course.

Han Qi got up and nodded at her, exhaled, looked at the outcast with a smile, and pointed to the piano: "I invented it." God gives the continent, only I will. Only I can play. Do you know what that means?"

Han Qi didn't wait for the outcasts to reflect, picked up the six-stringed piano again, and showed it casually, but he didn't play a specific paragraph.

"It's called the six-stringed instrument, and I invented it. God gives the continent, and there is still only me. Only I can play. ”

Han Qi casually threw away the guitar and looked at the outcasts with some abnormal expressions.

Slowly walking in the space they had neatly arranged, passing by everyone, Han Qi spoke.

"Look at me. Look closely. I'm bald, but my eyes are black. I'm an outcast, am I any different from you? I don't think so. ”

"I'm a real, pure, fake outcast, like you. ”

Casually dragged an outcast, Han Qi came face to face with him, and he hurriedly bowed his head.

"Look at me. ”

The other party's body trembled a little and did not raise his head.

"Look at me. ”

Han Qi spoke softly and softly.

Slowly, the other party raised his head, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

His eyes flickered, looking at Han Qi's eyes.

But in the face of Han Qi's gentle smile, gradually, relaxed. looked at Han Qi's eyes.

"Is it black?"

The boy nodded silently.

Han Qi curled the corners of his mouth: "Is it the same as you?"

The boy nodded again, his lips trembling, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Han Qi had already let go of him with a smile and continued to walk through the gap between their lines.

"Principal August, the lord of Bachelor City, has compassion for the outcasts and has opened this night school for outcasts. Her Majesty the Empress of the Corolla Empire, supporting the Principal's good deeds, has sent you to be the first batch of outcasts. ”

"Is it really pity and sympathy?"

Han Qi looked at every outcast who gradually raised his head, and raised his index finger and shook it: "I said yes...... Neither is it. ”

"Ten thousand years. Sympathy and pity have never stopped, why did we not begin to pay attention to the living conditions of abandoned children until today? Only then did we think of opening schools, so that abandoned children can have opportunities to develop and learn?"

Han Qi slowly walked back to the front, facing all the outcasts who had already raised their heads.

"Do you know why?"

The outcasts shook their heads, and although they still did not speak, they had changed from the beginning.

"Because of my presence. ”

Han Qi spoke calmly.

"Huh. ”

Laughter rang out, Han Qi squinted his eyes and looked over, and Feixian Sugree hugged the little short body and coaxed her. The more you contact Han Qi, the more you learn about his funny.

Han Qi took a breath and looked at the outcast: "I don't mean to show off. There's no point in showing off either. Because of me, because I created the piano, the six-stringed instrument, and even the data simulation projector. Because I have mastered another way of energy that only outcasts can learn to use, side by side with magic and independently. ”

Pulling out the essence of heavy silver, Han Qi suddenly shook his hand and smashed the piano to pieces.

"Ahh

"Wow~"

Feixian Sugray subconsciously screamed softly, frowning at Han Qi.

Shirley Velencher just glanced at the broken piano, her face calm and silent.

And the outcasts also retreated one after another, in an uproar, not knowing why, and did not dare to move.

"See?"

Han Qi carried the essence of heavy silver and saluted with one hand: "This is the energy operation method that I have mastered, which I call internal strength. It can only be learned by outcasts, and other races cannot learn. And after the outcast learns the internal skills, he can compete with magic and even fighting spirit. ”

Pointing to the piano, Han Qi spoke: "No matter how strong ordinary people are, they can smash and smash it, but they can't break it." It's not broken to this extent. ”

The outcast's expression was a little weird, and he looked at each other.

Han Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What kind of expression are you? I used my own internal skills to smash the piano I made, is there anything wrong?"

The essence of heavy silver pointed at all the outcasts, and Han Qi spoke: "If one day, you strive to learn the internal skills that only the foundlings can master, and the things invented and created by me, an outcast like you, then you will be the same as me, becoming the second, the third, the fourth, the 1100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 It has nothing to do with ethnicity other than outcasts. ”

The outcast's expression was much more vivid, and several fists were clenched.

"Of course. ”

Han Qi saw that his emotions seemed to be mobilized, and he calmly put away the essence of heavy silver: "The truth I want to tell you is not finished. ”

Pointing not far away, Han Qi spoke: "The clearing in the woods on the border of the Bachelor City will be the campus of the night school. Campus infrastructure is being built there. Because I, the Headmaster and Her Majesty the Empress of the Corolla Empire, are willing to support me and support the training of outcasts to study. I said it wasn't a show-off, it's a truth. ”

Looking at the outcast, Han Qi spoke: "This truth is that sympathy and pity are not reasons for others to support and help you. Only when you help yourself and work your own will you be qualified to be helped and sympathized with by others. ”

Han Qi looked at all the outcasts whose eyes flashed with bright light, pursed the corners of his mouth, and raised his voice.

"God helps those who save themselves! God forsakes those who abandon themselves!"

Han Qi opened his mouth in a deep voice and pointed to the sky: "We are God's rejected outcasts. But God is not heaven!!Heaven is fair to everyone! If God really rejects outcasts, and thus dooms outcasts! Why can I invent musical instruments, why can I master another way of energy that is as powerful as fighting magic?! Why can I be supported by the headmaster and the queen to create the outcast night school?! Because I am a self-helper! So God help me!"

Slowly lower your hand and place one hand in front of your chest.

Han Qi looked around at every outcast who was already a little excited.

"What about you? Do you want to continue your numb self-abandonment...... Or do you want to be a self-redeeming, dignified outcast?!"

"God helps the self-shelper!!God helps the self-shelper!!"

The mood and foreshadowing and guidance are almost there.

All the outcasts burst into shouts at this time, shouting in unison.

Feixian Sugree looked at Han Qi who was standing there with his hands raised and shouting this with them, and she found that she felt that he had changed, and it was no longer a feeling.

He's really changed.

Or maybe he's never changed. It's just that he didn't need it before, and he didn't have the opportunity to show all this in his heart.

Only Shirley Velencer remained unmoved, which is also in line with the elf character.

The demons had been bloodbathed and damaged a lot, but it was only a lot of damage, and it couldn't and couldn't knock out the sense of cognition of their noblest bloodline.

This sense of recognition has not been erased in the most difficult time of the elves, but has become more and more precious.

She and the racial character of the elves can't have much touch and sense of cognition for such a hot-blooded, inspirational and even inflammatory remark as an outcast.

She just frowned a little at the broken piano.

Heaven helps the self-helper?

......

......

The sky is blind.

This lowly and most excluded race has mastered new instruments and ways of playing.

And you can play such a beautiful music.

It's so rough to smash it with your hands.

It is also deserved to be suppressed.

If you are not educated, have no quality, and have no standard, you should be rude to art, and you should be ostracized, suppressed, and bullied.

"Good!"

Han Qi waved his hand suddenly, and the outcasts, who had regained some of their humanity and vitality, also obeyed Han Qi and stopped shouting.

Han Qi exhaled and nodded calmly: "With such emotions, study hard." Try to learn everything that is taught you. Because I changed alone, the support and help I received was not enough. I hope that every outcast can work hard, so that more outcasts can learn, can be attentive, and master more knowledge and strength, so as to change the status quo of our outcasts. ”

Glancing at Flying String Sugree and Shirley Velanther, Han Qi paused and nodded calmly.

"Of course. I know that each of you has signed a soul contract. ”

Suddenly, all the outcasts who were still alive fell into depression and silence.

There seems to be a return to numbness.

Flying String Sugray frowned, and subconsciously stepped forward to say something.

Han Qi had already spoken again, smiling gently: "But it's nothing. God helps those who save themselves, and God does not reciprocate. But why should those who help us help you in vain? and we outcasts, living in other people's land, accepting the mercy of others, can survive to this day. It was bought with our dignity and freedom. This is our most precious thing. ”

Han Qi looked at the outcast who looked up again: "We have nothing to lose." You shouldn't owe anything to anyone. People who help us, kindness, and exchange. We all have to be grateful. The soul contract is a kind of constraint that binds everyone not to leak secrets. But most importantly, it's a reward. ”

Pointing at everyone, Han Qi spoke: "Today's efforts and signing a contract in exchange for 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

Taking a deep breath, Han Qi smiled: "It's that day." Perhaps the outcasts were still the most despicable race that day...... But for all outcasts. ”

Han Qi looked directly at them, looking directly at every outcast who looked at Han Qi with shining eyes.

"To all outcasts...... You will be the heroes of the outcasts!" )