Can't you just leave me alone?

"...Are you also here for the votes in the minister's hands?"

"No, no, I don't want that kind of thing." Yuan Jing waved his fingers, "Student Dongma, you should realize a fact——"

"It's not just Yukinoshita-san who likes your piano and becomes your fan because of it."

Chapter 11 Professional Judgment

"Touma-san, you just said, Yukinoshita-san [just doesn't know much about piano and thinks too much of me]. Then why don't you listen to my evaluation as a professional?"

What a professional you are, I've never heard your name in the piano world before.Touma Kazusa wanted to retort so loudly, but his lips were as firm as if they were stuck with glue.

Unlike her completely immobile lips, her heart was beating faster and faster, even making her wonder if it was her own.

Touma and Sasa need 'sure'.

The head club of St. Eden Academy is very utilitarian. In their view, honor is everything.After all, only by being honored can one get more funding from the student union, as well as many conveniences such as the priority use of certain equipment.

Therefore, after she fell into self-doubt and lost the ability to win honor, one can imagine the environment of Touma Kazusa.

It was precisely because she couldn't bear such an atmosphere that she resolutely quit the string department regardless of the minister's persuasion.

She once asked her mother Touma Yoko for advice, but she didn't take a clear-cut stand on Touma Kazusa's side, she just let her 'think for herself'.

What does it mean?Does it mean that my mother also thinks that I can't play well?

As a result, Touma and Sasha sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire of self-denial.

Touma and Sa have no friends.

In addition to her own personality factors, it is also because she dedicates her time to music.She dreams of her mother and wants to be a world-class musician like her.

Now, it seemed like both had betrayed her.

Just when she was in such a situation, she suddenly heard a clear female voice that seemed to be redeeming——

'Touma and Sha play the best. '

In the dark abyss, she got a ray of sunshine.

However, this is not enough. To save her from that place, it is not enough to rely on sunlight alone, but to rely on something stronger and more powerful...

"I want to listen to Touma-san's piano."

"..."

"..."

"......Gone?"

"Gone."

"No, since you claim to be a professional, give me some professional style. What about the discussion of music theory? What about the evaluation of melody processing? And the use of tremolo and vibrato..." Dongma Hesha looked at Yuanjing's face, his teeth itching with anger.

"You've heard enough of those things, right?" Looking at Touma Kazusa, who was about to bark his teeth and claws, Yuan Jing seemed quite calm and composed, with a calmness in which everything was under control, "In my opinion, music There are only two types—those that make people want to listen to them again, and those that make people no longer want to listen to them. Dongma-san’s piano belongs to the former.”

"Thank you so much for your compliment." Touma Kazusa said word by word, "Can you return the tuning tool to me? I'm going back."

"The thing about the game..."

"Why did I agree to this competition." Dongma Hesha's little nose snorted softly, "Is there any benefit to winning?"

Although I am very grateful for the efforts of the two from the bottom of my heart, Touma Kazusa doesn't think that these two people can help him.Instead of letting them work in vain, it is better to reject this meaningless game from the beginning.

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Yukinoshita Yukino's fingers that were still unable to move freely, and a hint of guilt appeared in her eyes.

"Of course there are." Yuan Jing showed a mysterious smile, "For example, how about a piano that doesn't make noise? The reason why you want to tune is also for this purpose, right?"

"!!!"

At this time, not only Touma Kazusa, but even Yukinoshita Yukino who had been silently watching the development of the situation by the side also showed a look of surprise, she looked back at Yuan Jing, and asked, "I remember you, Yuan Jing Have you said that this is a problem that even Le Sheng can't solve?"

"Beethoven can't solve it, but it doesn't mean I can't solve it." The young man spread his hands and said, "I've said it all, I'm a 'professional'."

"Do you mean you are better than Beethoven?" Touma Kazusa couldn't help but said.

"Well, after all, he is a figure from the 21th century, and now it is the [-]st century." Yuanjing said meaningfully.

What is he talking about?The noise is caused by the defects of the piano itself. As long as the piano is still the same piano, the "noise" cannot be eliminated at all. What does this have to do with the current era?

Touma Kazusa stared at Yuan Jing, but the latter did not explain, but continued to smile, showing no intention of continuing.

"There's no evidence for what you say, what if I win and you can't get it out?"

"You can hand this in." As if waiting here for Dongma Hesha, Yuan Jing took out a blank sheet of paper from the hole in his desk and handed it to Dongma Hesha.

She took the blank paper with some doubts, and then her eyes widened in astonishment.

On this piece of white paper, the words "Application for Dropping Out of School" were clearly listed.

Dongma Kazusa entered the high school of St. Eden Academy through direct promotion, but this does not mean that she does not understand the weight of this piece of paper.

"Admission to St. Eden Academy is equivalent to getting the ticket to a happy life."

Although Touma Kazusa doesn't fully agree with this sentence, he still feels that it does have some truth.

And the 'Application for Withdrawal' in her hand has already been signed, as long as she submits it to the Academic Affairs Office of St. Eden Academy, Yuanjing can pack up and prepare to leave.

Yukinoshita Yukino obviously didn't expect Yuan Jing to come up with such a thing, and she also widened her eyes in surprise.

However, before the two girls could say anything, Yuan Jing's words continued to ring out.

"Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of leaving St. Eden Academy at all," the boy's tone was no longer frivolous, but full of solemnity and confidence, "The reason why I took this out is that it shows something. thing--"

"I can do it."

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. For a moment, only the sound of sunlight flowing in the entire classroom was left, and even the wind held its breath.

After a long time—

"...Three days later, here, right?" Touma Kazusa folded the white paper neatly in his hand, and solemnly put it in his pocket, which seemed to be his approval took this test.

Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuan Jing nodded.

"Which song do you want to play?" Touma Kazusa cast her eyes on Yuan Jing, "Beethoven? Chopin? Liszt?"

"Neither, I wrote the song." Yuan Jing replied.

"I knew it." Touma Kazusa didn't show the slightest surprise, "In order to get the right to specify the song, you even gave up the right to judge, which means that your trick to defeat me is hidden inside." She didn't care, she didn't think she would lose at all, "Where's the song?"

"On my computer, I didn't bring it with me. I'll send it to you if it's convenient."

"Okay." Touma Hesha's answer was concise and clear. She took out the ballpoint pen in her pocket and copied her email to Yuanjing, "I'll see you in three days. Remember to get your 'piano' ready."

After Dongma Hesha finished speaking, he left without looking back, and his every move was quite chic.

However, Touma and Sasa didn't wait until the weekend.

She went to find Yuanjing the next day.

And it was full of anger and fury.

Chapter 12 Songs that only slimes can play

Like Huaguo in the previous life, Sakurajima adopted the system of students on duty.

According to the number of people in the class, arrange the rotation table and select the person who is responsible for daily opening and closing of classroom doors and windows and cleaning.

Although St. Eden Academy is an aristocratic school, its predecessor was a church school after all. In order to cultivate students' hard and simple style, and curb all kinds of comparisons and young masters' habits, it still maintains the system of students on duty, and does not use This job is handed over to dedicated cleaning staff.

Today is Friday, according to the duty schedule, the duty student in Class A of Senior One is Fujiwara Chika.

Therefore, she came to school half an hour earlier than usual.

Just when she came to the door of the classroom with the class key, an unexpected scene made her stop——

Yuanjing is there.

He crossed his legs, leaned the back of his head against the door, raised his head slightly, and snorted steadily.

'Student Yuanjing is obviously not a student on duty, why is he here?How long has he been here, why did he fall asleep at the door? 'Just before these questions emerged, a thought filled Chika Fujiwara's heart——

"......What a nice view."

Yuan Jing's status in Class A is quite special.

He is independent, does his own way, and has no intention of interacting with other students at all.

While the other transfer students were trying their best to make friends and integrate themselves into the group, he just stood aside quietly doing his own thing.

But this did not make his classmates feel contemptuous of him.

Because he is neither cowardly nor inferior.

Confident and strong, do not need to rely on others at all.This is the impression his classmates had of him after spending a month together.

Even if he was thrown to Shennongjia, Bermuda, the Caribbean or even the Middle East, Yuan Jing would still be able to live well alone.

That's pretty much what it feels like.

However, at this moment, the aura of "don't come near me" that has been lingering around Yuanjing has dissipated.

Under the gaze of the morning sun, he fell asleep comfortably, like a lazy black cat.

If the other girls in the class saw it, they would put their hands together and say 'thank you for the hospitality'.

Logically speaking, Chika Fujiwara should wake him up at this time, open the door of the classroom to let him in, and warn him a little bit, let him stay up less late, ensure enough sleep and so on.

However, Chika Fujiwara was a little hesitant.

On the one hand, she has a strange sense of guilt for disturbing the boy's sleep; on the other hand, she and him just had an argument yesterday, so she probably got hated.

As the saying goes, "A day's plan lies in the morning", if the young man sees himself when he opens his eyes...

Just when Fujiwara Chika was hesitating, a slender hand touched Yuan Jing's forehead.

A black-haired girl stood behind Yuan Jing at some point, she touched Yuan Jing's forehead, as if to judge the other person's body temperature; after that, she touched the boy's wrist, which was trying to Pulse.

After all this tossing, Yuan Jing finally woke up from his sleep, he blinked his eyes in some confusion, and in those deep eyes, reflected the shadow of a girl——

"Touma-san, I remember the agreed time was three days, ah, now it's two days later, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, give me that score, how could I not come to you." Dongma Hesha's voice was as clear as a spring, "I thought you were sick or hysterical."

After discovering that everything was normal for the boy, Touma Hesa ​​seemed to be slightly relieved. She seemed to have noticed at this time that besides Yuanjing and herself, there was a girl with pink hair.

"Student, are you a student on duty? Can you open the door of the classroom and let us go in first?"

"Oh, okay." Only then did Chika Fujiwara realize that she hurriedly took out the key and walked to the door to open it.

What even the girl didn't know was that there was an expression called 'grievance' on her face facing the gate with her back to the two of them.

"Obviously I did it first..." The thought flashed through the girl's mind like a superficial touch.

......

"Is this the 'tune' you mentioned?" A few pages of paper still slightly scented with ink were thrown on Yuanjing's desk. On the white paper, countless tadpole-shaped black musical notes intertwined into a net.

"That's right." After a quick glance, Yuan Jing nodded and said, "This is the music score for the competition. Is there any problem?"

'Contest? Chika Fujiwara, who was arranging the teaching aids, couldn't help pricking up her ears when she heard this word.

"It's a big problem." Touma Kazuya pointed her finger at the last part of the music, "Are you serious here? Is this really a piece that humans can play?" She looked at the song with amazing momentum. Yuanjing's eyes seemed to see the bottom of his heart all at once.

Touma Kazusa used stare!But it seems to have no effect.

Yuan Jing didn't waver in the slightest, but instead said meaningfully, "Could it be that Dongma and Sa are unable to play?"

"..." Dongma Hesha bit her lower lip and said nothing.

Yuanjing hit the mark.

I don't know if you have ever played a game called "Twisting Music". The general gameplay is to spread a piece of cloth with various color patches on the ground, and the person standing on it needs to move his limbs according to certain directions according to the instructions. Press to a certain color block in sequence.Because the human body tends to twist into a ball in the end, it gets its name.

From this point of view, although the mechanism is much more complicated, the essence of playing the piano is actually similar to "twisting music"-as long as you follow the instructions on the score and press the corresponding keys at the right time, then you are considered successful .

However, the so-called human body has a limit.

In "Twisting Music", malicious instructors will give instructions that players cannot do, and in terms of piano, there will also be music scores written by composers like Yuanjing to deliberately make things difficult for the players.

It's not a question of difficulty.

Those who can play the song completely according to Yuanjing's music are definitely not human beings!Instead, it should be a boneless fantasy creature like an ooze or a slime.

"Yukinoshita can do it." Yuan Jing has always been unafraid to rub salt in other people's wounds, "Under my guidance, she can do it, and she can't miss a single note."