Aikawa Yusheng looked out through the classroom window, the late spring morning wind blew the white clouds, and there were crows sweeping the barbed wire fence of the stadium, and several of them stood on it and waved their heads arbitrarily to examine the campus.

I heard the teacher's tireless teaching, and occasionally I could hear the whistle of a tram passing by a nearby platform.

After only reading for a few seconds, Aikawa Yusheng returned to his attention to the textbook, and his level was completely insufficient to support his waste of time.

"Looking back at the concepts learned in this lesson, velocity is equal to ∆ distance divided by ∆ time, acceleration is equal to ∆ velocity divided by ∆ time, these are the most basic formulas, no matter how long it takes, you can prepare for the end of the class."

Before the bell rang, the slightly older physics teacher, wearing glasses, left the classroom slowly with his steel thermos cup.

The students gradually became noisy and excited, today is April 18th, the second week in Mingchuan, and with the end of today's class, it means that they can go to the club interview, and some can start the club activities directly.

Aikawa Wooo is no exception.

"Hello Yusheng Aikawa, congratulations on your successful interview to become the assistant to the president of the student union of our school, the regular meeting of the student union of our school generally starts half an hour after the end of class time every Monday and Friday, if there are different circumstances, we will notify you in advance.

Since you are the assistant to the president, please go to 612 on the sixth floor of the club building at least 20 minutes in advance, and the specific work content will be given to you by the student union president.

——[Mingchuan Student Union]"

This is an extra text message when Tianhe Xia returned his mobile phone to him yesterday, Aikawa Yusheng didn't know what happened to this text message, because when the girl returned it to herself, her expression was tangled, and she peeked at herself from time to time.

Although Tianhe Xia usually doesn't peek at himself less, but yesterday's gaze always felt a little ..... Afraid? Unbelievable?

Coming, coming, his front table is looking at him with that kind of gaze again.

"Tianhe, I haven't asked you yet, what club you have joined." The bell for the end of class hasn't rang yet, and it's not allowed to leave the classroom, Aikawa Yusheng looked at the girl and asked.

Now that it was discovered, Tianhe Xia Li didn't squirm and dodge, and turned his head calmly, but his eyes were a little fluttering:

"Well, I'm in a monster research department, and there's a wind club."

"There aren't many people in the 'Yokai Research Department' community, so is there anything other than people?" Aikawa Yusheng raised his eyebrows, and he naturally noticed this club on the "list".

It's just that the content of the club is similar to the Strange Talk Club, which is a gathering place for a group of students who love monsters, and the club activities introduced include 'field exploration', 'story sharing', and 'monster making'.

"I haven't been there yet, maybe there will be one like the other." Tianhe Natsuri shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, she was also more interested in the name of this society, so she passed, "By the way, Aikawa-kun...... Are you interested in ..... Do you have any hobbies? ”

Tianhe Xia Li opened his mouth hesitantly, and the two palms were upward, and suddenly his fingers bent towards holding the ball, and then swirled inward in front of him.

"What's that?"

The bell rang, a gust of wind blew in the distance, the cherry blossoms flew, and Tianhe Natsuri put a petal that happened to fall in the palm of her hand on the table of Aikawa Yusheng.

"Forget it, when I didn't ask."

"Then I'll go to the student council first, and I'll go first." Aikawa Yusheng sorted out the things on the table and put them back on the table, got up and said.

"Eh, by the way, it's all in the club building, wait for me." Tianhe Xiali hurriedly followed.

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Separated on the fourth floor, Aikawa Yusheng looked for the location of 612.

On the first day of the formal club activities, the club building was extremely busy, and the second and third graders were preparing enthusiastically.

Aikawa Yusheng's pace slowed down, quietly enjoying the moment.

It's not about enjoying the vocals, but the piano sound hidden in it, which has just started to sound.

The soft and melodious sound of the piano, starting from the end of the corridor, lingered in the air, endlessly, and the students who heard it on the sixth floor subconsciously lowered their voices, not daring to disturb the mixed music.

Even breathing may have slowed down.

The lights are dim but warm, and the graceful dancer spins silently around her, her movements soft and lyrical, her eyes full of emotion, but boldly sliding her fingertips over your cheeks as she spins, her smile bright.

Such a picture comes to mind naturally.

If you only need to listen to this level of music every day to join the wind club, you will definitely be quite willing, Aikawa Yusheng thought.

Looking up, it was already 608, and Aikawa Yusheng continued to walk forward, and the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer.

Standing at the door of 612, Aikawa Yusheng did not push the door to enter, because the source of the piano sound was in this classroom.

The imaginary dancer suddenly has a clear face, and Amamiya Chiran adds a grand touch to the picture.

In the middle of the song, the enthusiasm grows, the soft lyricism can no longer express enough emotion, and the dancers turn faster and faster with the acceleration of the melody.

Romantic, passionate, and unswerving brilliance erupt in the middle of the piece, and a pale, fanatical soul emerges, but because the brain fills Amamiya's face, the dancer's expression is still so calm.

Aikawa Yusheng closed his eyes, and his fingers gently tapped rhythmically on the corners of the wall.

The climax is followed by an epilogue, when a strong note strikes at the heartstrings of the listener, and the music returns to soothing.

With a sweep, the sound of the piano stops, the dancer stops dancing, faces you, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand lightly pressed to his chest, and bows slowly.

Shaking his head and leaving from such an artistic conception, Aikawa Yusheng pushed the door open.

It's a big classroom, because there is no one, it seems very empty, and the music seems to be still echoing inside, and the player sitting on the piano in the corner, not surprisingly, is the president of the student council, Amamiya Chiran.

Dressed in a school uniform, but at the moment it is better than an evening dress, with an elegant and indifferent side face, she was born to be a perfect heroine.

The sound of the door opening and applause made Amamiya Chizome turn her head to look at the door, noticing Aikawa Yusheng's arrival.

"That's good." Aikawa Yusheng praised.

"Thank you." Amamiya Chiran nodded, perhaps because she had heard too much praise like this, her expression was still very calm, she got up and wiped her hands and keys with the handkerchief on the piano.

"What's the track?"

"Paganini's Rhapsody, Rachmaninoff."

It's a strange word, but Aikawa Yusheng silently remembered it in his heart, and he could listen to it on the way home from his part-time job later.

"Aikawa-san, do you know how to play the piano?"

"No," Aikawa shook his head, then smiled, "but because of this song by the president, I started to have some interest in the piano." ”

Amamiya Chiran wiped the piano's hand for a moment, she slowly turned her head, and compared to just now, she looked at Aikawa Yusheng with more plain eyes:

"I can teach you, now."

She didn't seem to be very happy with the answer.