Rebirth: If the school beauty is not sweet, why should I lick her?

Saturday afternoon.

If the destination is expected.

Zhou Jiangnan rejected Li Pengfei's invitation to play King of Fighters, calculated the time and came to the vocal classroom. He heard the pleasant piano sound from afar, which was a classic "Autumn Whisper".

Approaching the classroom, I saw a slender figure sitting in front of the piano through the glass window, immersed in playing.

Wang Yueran was dressed relatively casually today, a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, refreshing and natural.

"Teacher Wang, you play "Autumn Whisper" so beautifully."

Wang Yueran knew that Zhou Jiangnan was here by the sound, so he stopped his hands: "It seems that you know a lot, do you want to try it too?"

"I only know a little bit of fur, I have heard this song before, I can't play it if you ask me to."

Zhou Jiangnan waved his hand, walked to the piano and looked at this school treasure. The piano looked very new, probably because few people use it.

He stretched out his hand and tapped the keys a few times, and the melody came out immediately. Wang Yueran looked at him with surprise: "Do you know this?"

"Yes, I know a little."

Zhou Jiangnan touched the piano with some emotion. In the later years, he and the school beauty Li Xiaoyu were together, and they had been in love for a long time.

Many afternoons and evenings, she would lean on his arms and look forward to the future. The song she played the most was "Wedding in the Dream".

People's hearts change easily, but they say that people's hearts change easily.

Love without bread to support it is ultimately just a castle in the air, and it can't stand the hoe of Lao Wang next door.

"Great, play this song before recording the song, so that the teacher can see the charm of Zhou Dacai."

Zhou Jiangnan smiled indifferently. During this period of time, because of the last love letter incident and his self-playing and singing, he was vaguely nicknamed "Talented Man" by the gossipers in the class, and even became famous in other classes.

There was no sense of restraint in front of people of the same age. Even though she was a teacher, Zhou Jiangnan was not polite and sat naturally in the seat where Wang Yueran had just sat. He could even feel the warmth of the stool.

His ten fingers danced rapidly on the black and white keys, and his knuckles were slender and powerful. Li Xiaoyu had sighed more than once that this was a pair of hands that were very suitable for playing the piano. At this moment, Wang Yueran beside him had the same idea.

The pleasant piano sound was beating and lingering, but there was a lingering sadness in this sunny afternoon in March, which she felt very clearly.

So her eyes moved to Zhou Jiangnan's face. Looking at his profile, he had a handsome outline. Why would a sunny and handsome boy have such sadness?

Wang Yueran was puzzled. She was a professional student and could feel the emotions in the music more easily than ordinary people. She looked at Zhou Jiangnan with a little heartache. After playing a song, she was still immersed in the emotions.

"Teacher Wang, what do you think?"

"Oh, very good, you play the piano very well, although not as good as professionals, but much better than ordinary people." Wang Yueran did not hesitate to praise.

It was really unexpected that a high school student in an ordinary county town, and from an ordinary family, could play the piano so well.

"How many years have you studied?"

Zhou Jiangnan was stunned: "Oh, I was interested in it before, and I happened to meet a kind person who taught me for a while."

He didn't want to say more on this topic, so he returned to the original purpose: "Teacher Wang, let's start recording the music score."

Wang Yueran nodded: "Then you play, I will record, one section at a time, you can go a little slower."

In this vocal classroom, the two young men and women began to cooperate.

Every time Zhou Jiangnan finished playing, he would look at Wang Yueran and wait for a response, with a questioning look in his eyes.

When Wang Yueran couldn't hear the piano, he would look up at him, and then look at each other, and instantly understood what he meant.

If she didn't need to repeat, she would shake her head, and if she needed to play it again, she would nod.

Over time, they actually became more tacitly acquainted, and their eye contact became more natural.

Of course, there was no other emotion in the eyes of the two people who were already working hard, and Zhou Jiangnan just admired her beauty from the bottom of his heart.

For a moment, a slight breeze blew through the window, rolling up the paper in front of Wang Yueran and swaying it gently, and then lifted a few strands of her hair and twisted them left and right, and then went around her to mess up the curtains of the classroom.

The wind swept through Zhou Jiangnan's heart, and instantly rippled a pool of spring water.

Wang Yueran was so cute when she was serious, and her frowning look was very playful, which made him smile.

It's great, this is the taste of youth.

If you think about it carefully, Wang Yueran is only a senior now, and is actually just a girl who is a little more than three years older than him now.

Moreover, she looks young, and at this moment, she is immersed in music and very focused. After removing all the disguises, the whole person looks more petite, there is a contrasting beauty.

I am afraid that in the Sichuan Conservatory of Music, which is full of beauties, she is also the only one who is beautiful.

Zhou Jiangnan thought of this for no reason, and his appreciation for her became more and more obvious, an appreciation from a mature and profound mentality.

Wang Yueran happened to look up, and this time the eye contact made her feel strange.

The boy in front of her has an indescribable temperament, which is hard to explain, but obviously different from other peers.

To be precise, he is more like a mature man.

"Zhou Jiangnan! Are you still recording?"

"Of course. I am waiting for your response. If this part is okay, I will play the next part?"

"Play!"

Then another piano sound rang out.

The two cooperated more and more tacitly, and it didn't take long for the score of "Dear, That's Not Love" to be recorded.

Zhou Jiangnan naturally walked over and sat next to Wang Yueran, picked up a pen and started writing lyrics.

This time it was his turn to concentrate, and she stared at him.

"His handwriting is so beautiful."

"He wrote this word, it's so appropriate."

……

She was in a daze, Zhou Jiangnan stopped writing and looked up: "Teacher Wang, I'm done."