Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 828 87. Game Box? ! This is called brotherly loyalty
There was a ding sound, and Li An immediately called out the panel.

Opening the inventory, he saw a rather strange-looking prop that made him laugh out loud.

It's a strange box.

The strange thing about it is not that it has a strange appearance. Without the pattern on it, it would be an ordinary cube box.

What made Ang Lee laugh was the pattern on it.

The pattern is a pixel baby face in the shape of a clown.

The clown has green hair on his head, which definitely tells everyone who I am.

In the whole classroom, only Wang Xiaohu’s cartoon character has green hair.

Little Tiger cosplays as a clown and has a "weird" smile, with white cheeks painted on both sides of his huge red nose.

[Wang Xiaohu’s Game Box]

[Introduction to props]: Upgrade! Upgrade again! ! (disposable prop)
Like [Xiao Bei's Love Storage Box], it is also a one-time prop, with no unnecessary nonsense and only two upgrades.

Ang Lee has to say that this prop is very Wang Xiaohu.

But what can this thing do?
Let him level up? Or upgrade two levels?
Judging from the props introduction alone, Ang Lee thinks it is very possible.

If he upgrades to two levels in a row, it will save him at least four months of experience accumulation time.

Thinking of this, Li An’s real name is Brother Xiaohu, and he likes it. It’s very good.

So what are you waiting for? With a thought, the magic box rose into the sky.

'Would you like to use Wang Xiaohu's Game Box? '

'Yes. '

The next second, there was a flash of silver light, followed by a mechanical sound, the mechanism of the magic box opened automatically, and a clown tiger popped out of it.

Li An was not shocked by the scene in front of him because he had already thought of it.

I saw the clown tiger swinging from side to side on the spring, squeaking.

and then?
Is this over?

Li An frowned and stared at the clown tiger with his big eyes.

Let alone two levels, he didn't even have any experience, and he still had no change at level eight.

At this moment, the prompt sounded again: "Please put in the props you want to upgrade."

Ang Lee: "?!"

It turns out that this thing is an upgrade prop, not for him to upgrade.

Then Li An's heart trembled. Can all props be upgraded?

His eyes moved to [Ji Yang's Dream Hall], and the picture in front of him frightened him!

He didn't even think about upgrading [Ji Yang's Dream Hall] when he saw [Ji Yang's Dream Hall] slowly rising from the inventory.

"No no no!"

Li An swung his chopsticks wildly in the air, attracting 80,000 people.

80,000 people jumped onto a stool nearby, swaying their heads back and forth like a fool, their eyes fixed on the chopsticks in the hands of the male host.

Just when Li An refused wildly, 'Should we upgrade Ji Yang's dream hall? '

"No no no no!"

Seeing [Ji Yang's Dream Hall] fall back into the item block, Li An let out a sigh of relief.

Scared to death!

Taking back [Wang Xiaohu's Game Box], Li An turned off the panel.

call--

Both props have extremely powerful functions, but Ang Lee still felt it was a bit hasty to use Wang Xiaohu's magic box directly.

But think about it, if it gets promoted, will Ji Yang's dream hall become permanent?
Ever since he got Ji Yang's Dream Hall, Ang Lee has opened it again, and every time he was stunned by the stunning special effects.

But he never chose to enter that mysterious door. Why?
Because [Ji Yang's Dream Hall] is a one-time prop.

In other words, he could only choose to watch the premiere of many famous piano works by many famous artists.

Whose works does he listen to or whose premieres does he see?

He wanted to see Liszt's giant hands lifting the sky, he wanted to see Mozart laughing while playing, he wanted to see Brahms staring tenderly at the keyboard, and he also wanted to see how Bach demonstrated live to the students.

There are so many people in music that he wants to see with his own eyes. If possible, he would like to see everyone's style with his own eyes.

But there is only one chance.

He wanted to see the musicians and hear the premieres of various great works.

How majestic Bei Wu is, how ever-changing the Goldberg Variations are, whether Mo Twenty had a utopian ideal at that time, and whether Xiao Xuyi's tragedy and heroism will appear more real and profound in that context.

The above is just the tip of the iceberg of his lust, maybe he wants too much.

There's no way around it, that's the charm of this prop.

Unfortunately he could only choose one.

The most preferred is undoubtedly the premiere of one of his greatest works by the composer himself, such as Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5.

I listened to the music again and met Uncle Bei again.

Or he could use this rare opportunity to seek the historical truth about who premiered Bach's Goldberg Variations.

So as long as he doesn't use this prop, he can always have all these possibilities.

If Wang Xiaohu's upgrade magic box can upgrade Ji Yang's dream hall into a permanent item, then he can only say that I wiped it.

Even if upgrading the language catalog allows him to instantly master all the languages ​​​​in the world, it cannot compare to allowing him to see the face of one more composer.

Li An was not joking. He didn't even realize that his expression at this moment was filled with an extremely intoxicating self-movement.

Oh, what a joy.

Before he knew it, Li An wasn't so melancholy anymore. It was just that he missed attending one concert. What's the big deal?

That's right, my brother has an inventory of concerts dating back nearly four hundred years.

After clearing the haze, Li An continued to eat.

It has to be Brother Xiaohu who can deal with these crooked things.

But he likes it.

After no longer worrying about himself, Li An's thinking became much clearer.

Since Fang Yongbo acquiesced to this matter, he would not mention it again and pretended that it had never happened.

Fang Yongbo probably encountered some difficult problems that were difficult to deal with, so he could only be "sacrificed" temporarily. In the other party's position, he had to consider more than just a concert.

He believed that if nothing unexpected happened, Fang Yongbo would definitely prefer that the person who played Bo Er was him instead of Nikita.

However, judging from the video Qi Guojuan sent in the morning, this late-blooming pianist is indeed very good.

It was just a matter of directing. From the video, Kong Chao was already in a bit of a hurry, especially before and after the cadenza.
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The October monthly exam is coming soon, and the art exam department this afternoon is full of teachers taking professional courses.

The entire corridor was extremely busy.

Wang Xiaohu came to take the conducting class as usual this afternoon. After the conducting class, he took the vocal class during Fang Zheng's break.

After class, Wang Xiaohu glanced at the door of 802 and saw that the teacher was in class. He didn't bother him much. He sent the teacher a message and left quietly.

Li An went to school until five o'clock in the afternoon. After class, he went to Qin Yong's office to get a head start.

He has to continue setting up the stage the day after tomorrow and has no time to come over and be a judge.

What could Qin Yong say about this, "You can do whatever you want in the monthly exam next month."

Li An: "Definitely, these two days are not special circumstances."

Qin Yong: "What is the performance date?"

Li An: "Next Friday, come and see then?"

Qin Yong: "I'll go when I have time."

Li An: "You really have to come and see, Commander Wang Xiaohu." Qin Yong: "Good guy, this is arranged for him. I asked him today and he kept it secret from me and didn't tell me."

Ang Lee: "My child said that you told the truth. It was indeed a secret. Even Chen Xuan didn't know about it. You are now the only person who is not a member of the main creative team and knows about it."

Qin Yong: "Okay, okay, then I have to go and have a look."

Li An: "The VIP position is reserved for you, let's go."

Qin Yong: "It's already dinner, where are you going? We can have something together."

Ang Lee: "I made an appointment with Jiang Zhigang. The competition brochure will be released tomorrow and we will meet again."

Qin Yong: "What day will it be decided on?"

Li An: "It's only two days on November 25th. If there are children upstairs who want to participate, they can sign up directly and get a 20% discount on the registration fee."

Qin Yong: "Only 20% off?"

Li An: "Brother, my brothers and sisters are all getting 15% off."

Qin Yongle: "When the brochure comes out, give me a copy."

Li An: "Let's go."
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After coming out of Qin Yong's office, Li An went straight to the elevator. When he got downstairs, he remembered that he hadn't told Fang Zheng, and then a message passed over: You can go to 802 later and pick up my golf bag.

After leaving the office building, I went straight to the cafe across the road.

Jiang Zhigang also just arrived.

The two of them spent more than an hour going over the brochure again, changing a few descriptions and filling in a few requirements.

"That's it." Li An really couldn't fault it.

Jiang Zhigang also felt that there was no problem, but the one-week registration time was a bit short. If not so many people signed up by then, and they couldn't even get their books back, it would be a lonely event.

"Don't worry," Li An said, hating how long a week is. "Do you know how many people I have to sign up? I'm afraid there are so many people signing up that I won't be able to finish them all in two days."

Jiang Zhigang was reassured by Ang Lee's words, "All your students must sign up."

Ang Lee: "Just one."

Jiang Zhigang: "Huh? That's fine. Che Lin can come."

Li An: "If Che Lin doesn't come, the other one can play just fine."

Jiang Zhigang: "You have to let Che Lin come."

Li An: "Don't worry, Lao Jiang. Our judging panel lineup will be valuable no matter where it is. You have nothing to worry about."

Jiang Zhigang sighed: "Yes, the key is still you."

Ang Lee: “It’s boring for us to talk about this.”

After a pause, "But Lao Jiang, I still say the same thing. Our purpose for this competition is to be fair and open. I have spoken up to every teacher who wants to sign up for me. The final result of the child will only depend on the performance on the spot. Don't do anything else." If you can’t accept this, don’t come and don’t let your children sign up.”

Jiang Zhigang said to himself that this has nothing to do with me. I am not a judge. Most of the people who signed up are people from your circle.

However, he admired Ang Lee's attitude very much, "I understand, we are consistent on this point."

After solving the work problem, Lao Jiang felt at ease and wanted to ask Li An out for a drink.

"Next time, I'll have something to do later."

Seeing that Li An was in trouble, Jiang Zhigang said no more, "Where are you going? I'll see you off."

After Lao Jiang paid the bill and the two left, Li An asked Lao Jiang to hurry up and get busy, "I'm close."
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Li An returned the same way and arrived at the badminton court at 6:40.

Fang Zheng had already changed his clothes and was having sex fiercely with an old man, and was being hung up to death by the old man.

Seeing that Li An had finally arrived, Fang Zheng quickly took the opportunity to stop and said, "My friend is here."

After speaking, he waved to Li An.

Li An scanned around, found his golf bag, walked over and picked it up, "Uncle, you two can play for a while longer, and I'll go change clothes."

The uncle just said hello: "Catch the ball!"

Fang Zheng felt dizzy as he looked at the backcourt ball from the uncle. He felt that Li An was using a tactic called consuming the enemy's physical strength.

After Li An came back after changing clothes, the uncle wanted to make room for Li An. Li An said to the uncle: "Uncle, please play for a while longer. I have to warm up."

The old man shook his head and said, "No more fighting, I'd better go and beat the wall for a while."

On the opposite side of the screen, Fang Zheng felt as if he had been humiliated.

Li An: "Hahahaha, then go quickly and don't delay you from pulling out the wall."

The uncle swung his racket and left. As soon as Ang Lee came on the stage, he came over sweating profusely and said with a bit of atmosphere: "We agreed to see you there at half past six!"

Li An: "Sorry~ Something happened, do you want to take a break?"

Fang Zheng: "No need!"

Li An: "Come on then, whoever can't hold on for three hours will be treated to a treat in the evening."

Fang Zheng: "That won't work. I've already played twenty minutes longer than you."

Ang Lee: "I'm asking, I'm asking, why are you so stubborn? Get the ball!"

Fang Zheng quickly recalled that Li An also sent a high ball. Fang Zheng saw the opportunity and decided to give Li An a blow first.

Turn around three times quickly and step forward to the landing point of the ball, stop and turn suddenly, raise your elbow and use your forearm to change the racket in the air, staring at the right side of the ball support and swing the racket!
The feeling of a set of actions cannot be explained, but it is indeed a bit bluffing!
Is Fang Zheng going to kill the ball? Li An moved his feet in front of his head, his body sank, and he looked like he was bound to block this shot!
Look at my super invincible skateboard! Fang Zheng shouted angrily in his heart, and the racket in his hand slid from left to right at the moment of hitting the ball!
With a "ba" sound, Li An was stunned. He saw Fangzheng making a move, and their ball flew diagonally high to the court next door.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Ang Lee was about to die laughing, "Is this the stunt you've been practicing so hard lately?!"

Fang Zheng sneered and ran to pick up the ball: "Mistake."

"Come again!"

In this way, the two of them really played until 9:40. Of course, they took several breaks in the middle.

After returning the last ball, Li An sat down directly on the ground. The quick-drying clothes on his body had been soaked several times.

Panting wildly, he threw away his racket and stood up and walked slowly towards Fang Zheng, "Get up, take a walk, don't lie down, it's not good for your heart!"

"Brother An, please leave me alone, I really can't do it!" Fang Zheng felt that he had never been so tired in his life.

"Get up," Li An squatted down and helped Fang Zheng up, "I'll go, you've really lost a lot of weight."

"It's necessary," Fang Zheng stood up with the strength.

The two returned to the sidelines to replenish water and then walked around the court.

After changing clothes and walking out of the stadium, Li An felt like he had a new lease of life.

His body was very tired and his whole body ached, but he felt very comfortable.

"After high-intensity exercise, nophins and brain-derived neurotrophic factor will be produced in the brain, which will make people feel happy."

"Brother Zheng, can we do a little less science today?"

"Okay, are you happy then?"

Under the streetlight, Fang Zheng's expression was indescribably serious, and his eyes were actually a bit evasive and expectant.

"I'm very happy." Li An nodded, and after a moment, "Thanks, buddy, I'm over."

Fang Zheng smiled. He really didn't know how to comfort Li An, and he was indeed lazy, but that didn't mean he wasn't willing to sweat for his buddy, even if it lasted three hours.

There is not much he can do, as long as he can do it, he will spare no effort. This is his attitude.

"Wait a minute, you just said you would treat me tonight."

"Come on, let's go! Have a drink."

"You know I don't drink."

"Practice."

"reject."

"Cowardly."

"It's a kind of wisdom."

As they spoke, the two brothers had already walked away, and after a few seconds, they disappeared into the busy street.