After dressing up as a wealthy and pitiful little man, I hold the Shuangwen script in my hand

Chapter 146

An Ziyu directly threw Wen Zeyu in front of the piano.

Pull out a wicker.

Still the kind of thin, extremely strong type.

Wen Zeyu panicked, "You...what are you doing?"

An Zi smiled naughtily, and pulled it down without warning at Wen Zeyu.

It hit her body with a "slap", and the whole skin was numb with pain. The skin on the surface was not broken, but blood had already oozes underneath.

That is miserable! !

Wen Zeyu grinned in pain, furious.

"The surname is An!! You, you... What are you crazy about?"

An Ziyu, "Practice the piano."

Wen Zeyu didn't dare not listen, and immediately opened the lid of the piano obediently.

He was fine when he didn't play the piano, but when he was about to play the piano, Wen Zeyu's hands started shaking again.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed immediately.

Wen Zeyu seemed to be back in high school again.

The students around him were laughing at him.

"Wen Zeyu, why are you so useless? If you fail the exam, you are just a worthless person. Even if your father is a teacher, I don't think the genes of being a teacher are very good."

"Oh, by the way, you are like your mother. Your mother is a servant and servant in a rich family. No wonder you are so stupid."

"Isn't the kind of servant who is very capable! Seduced your father to death, the servant's child is a servant, inferior to others."

"Wen Zeyu, I heard that your mother is a nanny, is it true? Cleans the toilet and serves tea and water to people every day, just like the old mother on TV! Hahahahaha!!"

"Hey, have you heard that! Wen Zeyu's mother in Class 3 is a servant, the kind who serves people!! The money he earns will be returned to him to learn piano, learn a fart!! When she comes out in the future, she is also a servant. Man, the servant who plays the piano!"

Wen Zeyu's eye sockets turned red little by little, and his hands trembled more violently subconsciously.

His back began to be wet with cold sweat.

He could barely contain himself.

And at this moment, a wicker volleyed down, and slapped Wen Zeyu's back fiercely with a "snap".

He screamed out in pain, and stood up straight up.

He turned his head and was furious, but when he saw An Ziyu's face, his original anger subsided instantly.

"An, you..."

An Ziyu leaned there, looking at him quietly, "Boom!"

Wen Zeyu didn't dare to disobey and forced himself to start playing the piano.

It was like seeing a ghost.

If he doesn't play the piano, those sounds don't exist.

But as soon as he played the piano, those voices seemed to come out of every corner and directly entered his ears.

It made Wen Zeyu play several notes wrong, which made the song "To Alice" feel like "Zhu Bajie Carrying His Wife".

After finally finishing playing, Wen Zeyu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he sat there exhausted.

On the side, An Ziyu was sitting there, sitting like a boss, with one foot on the chair, looking at him slowly, "What's the matter with you?"

Wen Zeyu, "..."

An Ziyu, "Don't you know how to play the piano? Why do you look like this?"

Wen Zeyu lowered his head, "Well, I used to know how to play the piano, and it was...very...very good. But later, I won't be able to."

An Ziyu frowned, "Why?"

Wen Zeyu, "Nothing."

An Ziyu looked at him lazily, playing with the wicker in his hand, "Say."

Wen Zeyu is really afraid of this female nerve.

An Zizhen has never played cards according to common sense, and he has great strength, like a violent maniac.

"I used to play the piano. My parents sent me there when I was young. The piano teacher also said I was talented. Later, I was bullied by my classmates because my mother was a servant at school..."

(End of this chapter)