This star’s style is wrong

The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the classroom, and Fang Xing's movements were sometimes quick and sometimes slow, as if every cell in his body was following the rhythm of the music score.

In the first row of seats.

The two girls sitting next to each other were Lu Xiang'er and Ning Xiaoyun.

Ning Xiaoyun bumped Lu Xiang'er with her elbow and said, "This boy plays well. He's just wearing a mask. I don't know if he looks handsome or not. Half of his face looks okay, but I don't know if his nose and mouth will ruin everything." .”

It is true that some boys are like this. As soon as they put on a mask, they immediately become handsome.

Lu Xiang'er couldn't stand the look of this young nymphomaniac, so she complained: "Why don't you go ask someone for their WeChat account?"

Ning Xiaoyun's eyes lit up and she said, "Okay. I'll tell him: Hey! Brother, my Xiangxiang wants your WeChat account. Please take out the QR code."

"How dare you!" Lu Xiang'er punched her with her small fist in shame.

The fight between the two attracted the teacher's attention.

The teacher coughed and said: "Okay, get ready to start the ensemble, Liszt Piano Concerto No. 1, first movement, get ready."

Upon hearing the command, all students picked up their instruments and got ready.

Lu Xiang'er quickly stood up and stood in the first row of the violin group. He put the violin on his shoulder and held the bow in his right hand, preparing to start the ensemble.

The ensemble class teacher turned to Fang Xing, pointed to a location in the music score, and said, "You will enter from here later."

Fang Xing nodded in agreement: "Okay."

After the arrangements were made, the teacher returned to the middle of the classroom and directed the orchestra to start playing.

When it was time for the piano to come in, the teacher turned around and tapped Fang Xing's direction with his baton, and whispered, "Piano comes in."

Fang Xing quickly tapped his fingers on the black and white keys of the piano, and a loud and crisp note popped out, and then he started playing along with the music score.

The string section, woodwind section, and brass section played at the same time, and melodious symphony came out.

With the teacher's conductor, the ensemble was very neat.

Lu Xiang'er stood in the first row of the violin group, holding the bow in her right hand and started playing.

The bow went back and forth on the strings, listening to the melody played by more than a dozen musical instruments, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of the mouth.

She likes this feeling, it brings her back to her childhood.

Warm and full of sunshine.

She likes the violin and wants to win the first position of the violin group, so she usually practices the piano very hard, although this is partly due to her mother's strict control.

Ning Xiaoyun is in the cello section, so she is not so serious.

With her pretty good talent, she could play the piano well, but she didn't care that much about the principal cello player in her grade.

The melodious piano concerto echoed in the classroom.

However, occasionally students still make mistakes or fail to keep up with the beat.

When the teacher finds out, he will walk up and use gestures to remind him to speed up and keep up with the beat.

The first movement of Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1 was played smoothly, and the overall effect was not bad, at least the flaws were not concealed.

This is pretty good for a second grader.

The teacher began to point out the students' problems one by one.

Most of the problems are that the score is not familiar enough, the tempo is not keeping up, or the tempo is too fast.

Those who can get into the Dongyin Orchestra Department have good skills, but the number of joint exercises is limited.

Time passes quietly in the music.

The get out of class bell rang.

The teacher walked back to the piano and praised: "You play the piano very well. Are you really not a piano major?"

"Well, I major in vocal music, but I have studied piano for more than ten years." Fang Xing answered modestly.

"Thank you for today. You are welcome to come to class in the future."

This teacher is very young. He should have stayed at the school to teach after graduation, when he was young and beautiful.

"Okay." Fang Xing agreed with a smile.

Of course, this is just a polite comment and will not be discussed later.

After class, the students slowly put away their instruments, put them into boxes, and then walked out of the classroom in twos and threes.

Ning Xiaoyun was always very slow in packing up her cello. After a while, she would stop to talk to Lu Xianger.

"Hurry up. Take your time." Lu Xiang'er couldn't help complaining.

"My piano is much bigger than yours, of course you are faster." Ning Xiaoyun rolled her eyes and replied.

Lu Xiang'er had no choice but to help her install the cello.

After installing the cello, the two were preparing to leave the classroom.

At this time, Fang Xing walked up to them and looked at the two of them with interest, but did not speak immediately.

Ning Xiaoyun pointed at Fang Xing and asked Lu Xiang'er, "Your friend?"

"No, I don't know him." Lu Xiang'er shook her head quickly and put a little distance away from Fang Xing.

Ning Xiaoyun pointed to herself, then to Lu Xiang'er, and asked, "Looking for me or her?"

Fang Xing tilted his head toward Lu Xiang'er and said, "I want to talk to her about something."

"I understand, but don't bully our Xiangxiang." Ning Xiaoyun said with a knowing expression on her face, and winked at Lu Xiang'er.

"Okay." Fang Xing nodded in agreement.

Ning Xiaoyun blinked and gave a thumbs up: "You play the piano very well."

"Thank you." Fang Xing said modestly.

"Come on!" Ning Xiaoyun bumped Lu Xiang'er's arm and left with a smirk on her face.

"Hey! Don't leave..." Lu Xiang'er wanted to grab Ning Xiaoyun, but failed.

Fa Xiao left her here alone and ran away, which made her feel a little nervous.

Moreover, she didn't recognize the boy in front of her.

If this was not a classroom, she would have screamed and ran away.

She stared at Fang Xing nervously, trying to keep her distance, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Fang Xing took out the business card of Zhiyin Piano Shop from his pocket, handed it over and said, "The owner of this music shop used to make handmade pianos, and his skills are very good. If you want to repair the piano, you can give it a try."

Lu Xiang'er looked stunned and asked in a low voice: "How did you know that my piano was broken?"

Fang Xing put on an embarrassed expression, pulled down the mask, and said, "Because I broke it. However, from a legal perspective, the responsibility for this matter is not on me."

"It's you!"

Lu Xiang'er's eyes suddenly widened.

Fang Xing put the business card into her hand and said, "If you want to practice piano, you can go and ask."

"Hey! Actually, you don't have to..." Lu Xiang'er frowned and didn't know how to refuse.

"I cried so much that day, do you really don't need to fix it?" Fang Xing joked with a grin.

"No, I just..." Lu Xiang'er didn't know how to explain.

Because this is something she hides in her heart and doesn't want to tell strangers.

Fang Xing looked at her hesitation with great interest, it was so interesting.

In fact, men’s preferences for the opposite sex are relatively fixed.

If you like a certain one, it will always be that one.

In other words, you like a certain quality. As long as you have this quality, you will attract the opposite sex who likes this quality.

Lu Xiang'er looks soft and weak, and seems to be easy to bully.

This reminded Fang Xing of a cute little girl from his neighbor's house when he was a child. Her pink cheeks burst into tears when pinched, and she looked like she was about to cry.

And you can only pinch it yourself. If someone else touches it, you will have to fight.

Fang Xing had done this before, but it was when he was a child, and he felt very ashamed when he grew up.

"The owner of this music store may no longer take the piano repair job. Well, if the owner of the music store refuses to help, you can call me again and I will help you."

Fang Xing found a pen from the podium, wrote down his mobile phone number, handed it to her, then put on a mask and left.

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