Dressed as the vicious female supporting role in Mary Su's novels

Chapter 129 Task handover with the boss
The two of them just looked at Nangong Jing eagerly, but neither of them dared to step forward, after all, the aura of the boss is not a joke.

Although she knew that the person sitting across from him was a good person, but she had seen Nangong Jing's unblinking manner in killing people, coupled with his natural leader temperament, An Lan, who had always been fearless, became cowardly for no reason.

From Nangong Jing's point of view, it was strange that these two people were pushing and shouting, not knowing what they wanted to do.

"By the way, I can play drums." An Lan grabbed Lin Youyi and leaned against the corner to divert his attention: "Come and listen."

An Lan didn't stop until he reached the corner of the wall. Lin You watched An Lan pick up the drumstick, and sighed, this place really has everything.

Standing in the corner is a big drum. This type of drum was used by the ancients when they fought in battle. Beating the drum before the battle can boost morale.

This type of drum used to be used for performances in school sports meetings, and An Lan was one of the five drummers, because the teacher saw that she was strong enough to beat.

But it's really strange that An Lan is standing here holding the drumsticks. The main reason is that this instrument is just like the suona, deafening and majestic.

"Miss sister, knock!" Lin Youyi urged, he had no idea of ​​the seriousness of the problem.

An Lan was stared at by three pairs of eyes, looked back at the three of them, then turned her head again, feeling a chill behind her.

Do you want to be so social?
"Miss sister, knock quickly." Lin Youyi urged again, so An Lan started to knock.

With the sound of "Boom!", Lin Youyi was startled by the deafening sound and took a step back.

The sound of the drums was thunderous, like huge stones falling from a high place, and every sound seemed to hit people's feet, giving people a feeling that their hearts tightened following the rhythm.

The voices came one after another, Lin Youyi hurriedly covered his ears, but after only ten seconds, he heard the rhythm from the aftermath, he put down his hands not to reject such voices, and listened carefully for a while. He looked at An Lan in disbelief.

Drumming is nothing more than "drumming", and An Lan's drum sounds vary in severity and have a sense of rhythm, as if telling an exciting story. He raised his hand to knock, and seeing how hard she was knocking every time, Lin You felt his arm sore as soon as he knocked.

Miss sister, where did the strange power come from? Are you not tired after knocking for so long?But it sounds really good, it sounds like a professional level, it's amazing to be able to beat a drum into a musical instrument.

It's been a long time since An Lan stopped practicing. Her whole arm was sore. She turned around and habitually threw the drumstick into the air. After a circle, the drumstick fell into her hand again.

These knocks seem to have vented all the worries in her heart. Anyway, she has died, so she has nothing to fear. She smiled slightly: "How is it?"

Lin Youyi applauded unconsciously: "Young lady is too strong! You are just like a professional!"

Seeing how well others knocked, Lin Youyi also became interested, and she reached out to An Lan: "Let me try it, I want to play too."

An Lan handed him the drumstick. The moment he got it, Lin Youyi realized that he had underestimated An Lan's strength just now. The hammer was not as easy to hold as it looked, and it was still a bit heavy. The young lady used these two hammers just now After knocking for so long, she still acted like an understatement. Where did the strange power come from?

When Lin Youyi was beating the drum, An Lan happened to see a matching gong. She picked it up and hit it. Su Zhan was startled by the sudden sound in the music room, even though he was looking at the two at the same time. He rang the instrument, but his heart was shocked, and he thought of four words to describe the scene in front of him: the magic sound filled the ears, and another word would be: send you to hell.

Even with such an ugly level that makes people want to rush up and drop the instrument, he still maintains a calm face with excellent professional ability, but it is not difficult to see from his appearance that he has endured a lot, but An Lan and Lin Youyi He didn't go his way at all.

Both of them had a great time and didn't care about his expression at all.

At this moment, a few dull piano tones suddenly came out of the noise.

At first An Lan thought she had heard it wrong, but after hearing a few more sounds, An Lan stopped Lin Youyi: "Stop the meeting, don't knock, listen quickly!"

The two fell silent instantly, and there was indeed a low-key voice, which sounded like a piano.

An Lan looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Nangong Jing by the window.

Nangong Jing was still sitting in the original position, but there was always a piano next to him, so he pressed the keys a few times with one hand, and the sound came from there.

Nangong Jing is not playing the piano seriously, he still holds a cigarette between the two fingers of his other hand, under the light and shadow reflected by the window, the black and white keys of his piano are shining beautifully, he is sitting on the stool with his legs crossed On the table, the piano was on his left hand side. He looked at the keys, raised his left hand up and down, and pressed each note.

Most of the piano sounds are in low tones, ethereal and sad.

He sat there like an artist, with many stories in him, Mingming was very young, and he was indeed old, mature and stable, like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

An Lan didn't know what the song was called, but she just thought it sounded good.

It was only 1 minute, and it sounded like she hadn't finished playing, Nangong Jing withdrew her hand.

"Amazing! Brother Jing, bull!" Lin You applauded, then threw the drumstick in his hand and ran towards Nangong Jing.

"Brother Jing, what song, I want to learn! Teach me!" Lin Youyi hugged Nangong Jing's calf, looked up at him, and completely turned into a little fan.

Contrary to Lin Youyi's excited expression, Nangong Jing said calmly: "Original."

Hearing this word, An Lan suddenly wanted to go to pay respects.

This is original!

What kind of concept is it that he can create by simply pressing the keys twice while sitting, and it sounds so good, it is simply inhuman.

In fact, after thinking about it, An Lan felt sorry for Nangong Jing. No matter how versatile and talented he is, he can only do one thing in his life, but this thing is great, for justice and freedom.

If Nangong Jing at this age hadn't entered the flower district, and the Nangong family hadn't died out, he would definitely live shining brightly under the sun.

"Original..." Lin You let go of his hand in frustration.

This child turned his face faster than a book, one part was extremely gloomy, and the next moment was extremely sunny, but to be able to reveal such real and undisguised emotions, this child's mind is quite simple.

(End of this chapter)