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Chapter 5

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    music class.

    The music teacher completed the teaching task: "Okay, today's class is over, is there anyone who wants to perform?"

    The whole class was as quiet as a chicken whose throat was locked in an instant.

    The music teacher looked like he knew this a long time ago: "If I don't perform, I will call your head teacher."

    "ah!"

    "Don't."

    There were whispers in the class, and everyone pushed and shouted, trying to push a few people out to solve the predicament.

    Jian Ning pushed Qingwei, and whispered bb: "Why don't you go, didn't you say you can dance? Hurry up, the head teacher has five seconds to arrive at the battlefield."

    Qing Wei blushed slightly, if she knew she was introducing herself, she would not have introduced dancing.

    "No, no, there are so many people. Go, Jian Ning, I hear your voice is nice, and your singing probably won't be too bad."

    Jian Ning "teng" stood up: "That's all right, you can go up after I sing."

    Qing Wei: ""

    Why is it like this all of a sudden?

    Qing Wei looked at Jian Ning's confident face, and nodded with difficulty under the eyes of everyone.

    Jian Ning wore the headset of the music teacher, smiled brightly, raised her brows and raised her eyebrows, and everything was out of sight for a moment: ""Flammable and Explosive"."

    "I hope that I am a madman, and I hope that I will not live alone"

    Her singing voice is unruly and sharp like a knife cutting through camouflage.

    Her appearance is unattainable and lonely, which makes people crazy.

    A naughty look in the past instantly sparked, like lightning fleeting.

    "Eloped with me, and even became my best minister"

    Hang Han, who has been singing quietly and humblely, has fiery eyes and wants to take her away desperately, give her favor, and respect her as the king in the hot murderous aura.

    Ning Yang's fingers lightly tapped the beat on his legs, his expression was calm, and his brows were slightly frowned in several places.

    ?Singing loudly, the students in the class also came on the road and hurriedly sent Sanwu, Quanzhen papers, lollipops, pen refills, garbage bags

    Jian Ning packed a bunch of food in a garbage bag, distributed the test papers to everyone, and stepped down from the podium gracefully: "Qingwei, it's your turn."

    Avoid its edge.

    Qingwei faced the woman who looked at her enthusiastically in the slightly unfamiliar world around her, and walked up to the podium with her back straight amidst applause.

    Qingwei's gaze flickered over the piano, "I'm going to dance for everyone today. Please lend me an umbrella."

    The umbrella turns around and around, and the blue hair is like a waterfall, which makes people calm down unconsciously, and there is movement in the stillness, and the heart rises and falls with the clear and bright eyebrows and graceful dancing postures.

    ?Suddenly there was a commotion, and the clear piano sound gradually overshadowed the clamor like a trickle of water, and the human voice disappeared

    At first, the two were still a little out of tune, Qingwei wanted Ning Yang to cooperate with him, Ning Yang tried to make Qingwei dance to his music

    Soon the two realized that this was a collaboration, not a solo show.

    Under the boy's white keys, the elegant and soft sound of the piano is like silk and satin wrapping around the fingertips of a girl, like water waves rippling on the toes every time it falls

    When the last piano sound fell, there was silence, and Ning Yang walked to Qing Wei's side.

    The two bowed and walked back to their seats one after the other.

    Halfway through, bursts of applause suddenly broke out in the class.

    Until a long time later, Ning Yang could still think of Qing Wei's flexible and beautiful dancing posture, just like she was dancing on his fingertips.

    After class, the music teacher chatted with the head teacher as they walked: "The two students in your class are really good. They just transferred here, right?"

    The class teacher smiled knowingly: "You mean Ning Yang and Qing Wei, if they are not outstanding, I wouldn't let them transfer in, they are both sophomores."

    He has read their information, one has a tenth grade piano, and the other has represented the school in a dance competition in the city and won first place.

    The music teacher looked at the skills of the two children and said, "You don't have to worry about the performances in the future."

    Jian Ning was walking behind with a pile of homework in her arms, her eyes flickering.

    In the past, Jian Ning often appeared on cultural programs.  She thinks she is pretty good too, so why not praise her?

    The voice of the music teacher gradually faded away: "Actually, Jian Ning is not bad. But she is too impulsive. But she is an amateur"

    Jian Ning hangs behind on purpose, and waits until Hang Han comes over with her homework in her arms: "Do I sing well?"

    "It sounds good." Hang Han blurted out.

    "That's nothing compared to Qing,Which one is better?  "

    Hang Han hesitated for two seconds: "In my eyes, you are the best."

    That means she is worse?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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