I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

Baili Garu: "About the fact that our president is the dark horse in the history of the calligraphy category of the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards."

Xuemao Yare: That person is Mr. Wuma.

Qian Qianying: I am super!

Baili Garu: I am super!

Bunny from the Abyss: I am super!

Oranges who like oranges: I love them!

Vnor: Huh?What are you talking about?Haven't you seen President Wuma?

Qian Qianying: See for yourself (link)

Vnor: What kind of introduction to the winner of life are you showing me.

Vnor: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Vnor: A handsome calligraphy contestant who has become the immediate boss of dozens of girls at a young age. It is said that she is also the academic champion of the famous Hachioji High School, ranking second in Tokyo?

Vnor: What kind of romance light novel plot is this for the male protagonist?

Qian Qianying: Don't scream. President Wuma will be singing in the next performance. Don't interrupt me watching Pretty Boy.

Baili Garu: Don't scream, President Wuma will also appear in the singing group in the next show, don't disturb me watching Pretty Boy.

Oranges who like oranges: Don't scream, President Wuma will be on stage in the next singing group, don't disturb me watching Pretty Boy.

Bunny from the Abyss: +1

Vnor: Won’t you use all of President Wuma’s salary this month to buy his player personal channel?

Qian Qianying: Hey, he was discovered.

Baili Garu: Money should be spent wisely. I think it is very profitable to use the money sent by the president to purchase the service of peeking into the president's life.

Vnor: Crazy, all crazy

Chapter 93 Memory of Wind

The Tokyo Autumn Art Festival targets a large portion of its audience from the younger generation, and the rules are not that rigid.

Contestants in the singing group do not necessarily have to be alone. They can choose their own partners, or even bring in friends from the performing group to compete together.

Otherwise, just relying on the step-by-step singing with a pre-produced soundtrack will be somewhat lacking in enjoyment.

Of course, the choice of partners is limited to students from participating schools.

Art award officials are happy to see the results of this kind of behavior. As long as it can bring wonderful performances, those redundant rules and regulations restrict the performance of the contestants.

Some places are rigid and puzzling, and some places are unbelievably loose. Just like things usually have two sides, they are strange and inexplicably reasonable.

There are now less than 10 minutes left before the singing group's competition.

The game is about to start, but no one can be found. No wonder Morimiya Kei is so anxious.

Morimiya Megumi was still wearing her teacher's uniform, with the tag of her accompanying instructor hanging on her chest. Perhaps aware of her mood, the tag swayed tremblingly, rising and falling as she moved around.

Maybe she thought that her anxious look just now was seen by Wu Ma Xingjin, and the authority of the eunuch was completely lost. Morimiya Megumi walked in front embarrassedly, and her two beautiful legs alternately moved faster.

Exiting the dance group lounge, you pass through a courtyard dotted with rockeries.

There were members of the music group and the calligraphy group relaxing on the road. Several girls from the music group went up to talk to those young men without knowing what they were capable of. However, they were disappointed and left with an awkward smile, secretly cursing these sour people. Literary people have no vision.

Then turn around and look for the next target.

The next prey also frowned and waved the group of women away. When the literati in the calligraphy group saw Wuma Xingjin, they closed their folding fans and said hello from afar.

They wanted to come up and exchange their experience on calligraphy, but everyone was not blind. The three of them were in a hurry and it was obvious that they were going to participate in the next competition, so no one came up to stop them and talk to them.

Just like the Eastern Kingdom next door

Ordinary people want to receive inheritance from the contemporary masters whom they cherish. Without family support, it is impossible to pass the orthodox apprenticeship ceremony in a white body.

Without the treasured annotations of articles and thoughts of sages, it is just a fool's errand to think about getting into the literati circle with only ordinary books.

Calligraphy is orthodox in the East, and the number of masters in Japan is pitiful compared to that in the Eastern countries next door. Traditional Chinese studies masters in the Eastern countries usually only give lectures in schools run by local families and rarely go out.

Let alone coming to Tokyo, even if the elders of their family come to visit in person, they may not be able to meet him.

Therefore, it is simply a blessing to be taught by Wu Ma Xingjin, a wild and top contemporary calligrapher.

After the confrontation with Furuno Takashi, Uma Seijin has completely achieved fame in the literary circle.

Wuma Xingjin nodded to them in response. Perhaps these arrogant guys would only be so humble in front of him.

He didn't see Kaoru Inami among the girls in the performance group. He probably wanted to avoid attracting attention based on Inami's personality. Otherwise, why would he be so inconspicuous in school?

With her cute appearance, she should be very popular in school. Wu Ma Xingjin had never heard of her at Tian Agency.

But why would such a person come to the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards?

With such doubts in mind, Wuma Xingjin and others passed through a corridor dozens of meters long and then passed a few buildings to the venue.

I noticed that Yuan Qingxue next to me was breathing a little quickly, looking a little labored.

Wu Ma Xingjin followed Morimiya Megumi in three steps, poked her with his finger, and lowered his voice:

"Anyway, it's almost here. There's no need to rush the warden."

"The minister's physical strength is not very good. If he walks so fast, he may not be able to adjust his breathing before he goes on stage."

Morimiya Megumi immediately slowed down and looked at Yuan Qingxue's reluctant look, feeling guilty in her heart.

Why am I in such a hurry, and I don't even pay attention to the situation of my students. It's been a year or two since graduation, and I'm still so reckless.

Morimiya Megumi walked up to Yuan Qingxue, looked at her with apologetic eyes, and was about to speak.

Yuan Qingxue interrupted her apology, shook her head, calmed her breathing, and turned to look at Wuma Xingjin:

"I thought you would give up joining the singing group, but I didn't expect you would come anyway."

"Is it because of Megumi Morimiya? Forget it, when did I get infected by you and ask such a question."

"You know how to play the piano, right?"

"I know a little bit, I have studied it for a few days before."

At any rate, before that happened, I had been in the wind club for a while, and had dabbled in various instruments.

However, he and Kobayakawa-senpai quit together later. Now that he thinks about it, Uma Seijin still feels that it was a good time. He spent time with Kobayakawa Yuaki day and night every day, and occasionally invited her to his home after school.

There is no such thing as a gentle and considerate senior on the piano, so after a brief trial, Wu Maxingjin focused more on his daily life with Kobayakawa Yukane.

In terms of talent for learning, Yuan Qingxue regarded Wuma Xingjin as the same kind of person, so she always assumed that he could play the piano.

But after only a few days of study, she really couldn't rest assured.Moreover, Wu Ma Xingjin didn’t look like he was joking. Yuan Qingxue’s beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly:

"Have I notified you in advance that you won't be practicing?"

It seems that the minister did send such a message to himself before, but because he was too busy, he was ranked behind more important things, so his turn never came.

When was the last time you touched a piano?Half a year ago?

I had heard Yuan Qingxue singing in the Literature Department before, and Wu Ma Xingjin had been looking forward to it, but now it seemed that he was holding him back.

"It's true that I haven't practiced."

Seeing Wuma Xingjin's unprepared look, Yuan Qingxue put her left hand on her right elbow, supported her delicate chin, and lowered her head to think of a solution.

"I didn't consider that the work assigned to you was too complicated, so I didn't have time to practice."

"I will make reasonable arrangements based on your habits next time."

"This time I chose "Memory of the Wind". The piano part of the recording was removed. It was too late to change the song in a short time."

"Hey! What should we do then?"

Seeing the two people's indifferent expressions, Morimiya Megumi's expression that she had been trying to control collapsed once again.

Isn't this a big crisis?Why can you be so calm?

"It's okay, just let me listen to the original song."

Wuma Xingjin took his time, took out his phone, plugged in his headphones, searched for the song on the Internet, and clicked to play.Listening to the song and walking beside Yuan Qingxue.

Yuan Qingxue looked at him with strange eyes, as if confirming something.

After looking at it for a long time, I was finally sure. My eyes turned from strange to complicated. I wanted to speak several times, but in the end I chose silence to avoid disturbing him.

"How can you learn by just listening to music?"

"You guys wait here, I'll go talk to the backstage staff and postpone our game for a few games."

“Maybe it’s still too late”

Wuma Xingjin took Morimiya Megumi's hand and put her index finger in front of her lips to make a silent gesture. With a serious look on her face, she signaled Morimiya Megumi to keep quiet.

The latter was held by her most useful student, with Yuan Qingxue beside her, and a wine-colored blush appeared on her earlobes.

In response to his excessive behavior, he only took his hands away, but stopped talking.

Seeing Morimiya Megumi's performance, Yuan Qingxue's eyes switched between the two, and finally turned into a playful smile.

Xingjin, a mere witch horse, never imagined that it would bring her so much fun.

A few minutes later, Wu Ma Xingjin took off his headphones calmly, with a relaxed and carefree expression as if he was saying something trivial:

"I've learned."

"Are you really not kidding?"

The lower limit and upper limit of piano are very high. Without hands-on practice, I can say that I know it just after listening to it once. Even if I am a tenth-level professional, I may not be able to do it.

Furthermore, even if you just memorize the score, you can ensure that you can play it completely, and that the response of the counterpoint and the connection of the keys are flawless. Whether you can cooperate with Yuan Qingxue is a question.

Not to mention the understanding and analysis of the repertoire, which usually requires a lot of time to feel and accumulate. Wuma Xingjin spent less than 5 minutes to confidently show that he had surpassed these accumulations.

Is this really something humans can do?

Nakaichi Rika next to her looked like she had undergone general anesthesia surgery, numbing her head to toes.

If it is true, then this talent is too terrifying. The player assigned to him this time seems to be an incredible genius.

"I believe him. Although Wuma is very lecherous sometimes, he is very reliable in this kind of thing."