"The classroom has been changed to a music classroom in Building 8."

Jiang Xiaoran: "Okay."

"Isn't sleeping yet?"

"I'm going to sleep now~"

The phone flashed again, and she grabbed it and saw that the sacred name seemed to be glowing.

Gu Yulin: "Good night."

The lights at the family outside the window seemed to be lit up suddenly.

Jiang Xiaoran sat up suddenly, feeling excited and had nowhere to vent her excitement. She paced back and forth in the room in slippers.

The emotions that were suppressed all day were released, and her mind was full of what he had taken her through the classroom today.

After picking up my phone for a long time, my fingers almost disobeyed: "Good night."

plop, plop, plop.

It’s just a good night, but because of the different senders, it makes people feel dizzy.

Unlike the heartbeat she admired every time she chased, Jiang Xiaoran was very sure that she had abandoned all the halo and unknowns, the one she beating for now was Gu Yulin.

It was Gu Yulin at this time.

It has nothing to do with the future, it has nothing to do with the moon.

The next day at noon, Jiang Xiaoran hurriedly ran to the agreed place after lunch. It was only twelve o'clock when he arrived, and Gu Yulin was not in the classroom.

The music classroom is not big, with a double sofa, a piano and violin, and various musical instruments are placed in the cabinet.

The floor is wood and the decoration is simple, and the whole atmosphere exudes a musical silence.

The air conditioner is also blowing slowly, making people feel very comfortable.

In such quietness, Jiang Xiaoran quickly felt sleepy when she didn't sleep well last night.

She shrank in the sofa, ready to wait for Gu Yu to come. In a daze, she fell asleep against the back of the sofa.

She slept soundly and was in a happy mood when she woke up. She squinted her eyes and stretched, and her clothes slid off her arms.

Um?

clothing?

Jiang Xiaoran lowered her head and saw a blue-gray jacket, which was simple and designed.

It looks like Gu Yulin's style at first glance.

Sure enough, Gu Yulin sat on the piano chair. Before the cover was opened, he lay on it with his back to her, as if he was writing something.

When she moved, the leather sofa was rubbing.

Gu Yulin didn't turn around and asked her, "Are you awake?"

She rubbed her eyes: "Well, sorry."

"Didn't sleep well last night?"

He could have had a good sleep, but when he thought of it, his blood surged, but he fell asleep until three o'clock and had a dream related to him.

Of course, she wouldn't say this, just said: "The math problem was too difficult last night. I thought about it for a long time before I went to bed."

He chatted with her: "Listen to some pure music before going to bed, relax, and you will fall asleep easily."

She scratched her head embarrassedly: "You should call me, so you can wait for me for so long."

He smiled and said it was okay: "Sleeping is a very important part of your life, right?

I've passed by your class three times. Seeing that you are sleeping and you're too involved in sleeping, I can't bear to disturb you."

He passed by their class and still remembered to see her?

She was embarrassed: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, what are we singing?"

"I filled in the song myself," he asked, "Do you mind singing?"

I definitely don’t mind! I still remember that he released a new song back then. Jiang Xiaoran only listened to it for a second and quickly wrote, “Music Gu has made great progress, the songs are connected in place, the melody is strong, and the lyrics are improved a lot. It’s so nice! It’s strongly recommended!”

This kind of music review.

Although there are indeed fan filters, his music is catchy and has a strong singing style.

Jiang Xiaoran leaned over to see that the only lyrics he wrote were above, which looked like the prototype of the song "Dead".

"The Dead" is the title song of his first album and is Jiang Xiaoran's favorite song.

"Sing it to you?"

Damn, the first song of the first edition of "The Dead" is the first.

Jiang Xiaoran felt honored and nodded at him with a smile.

He lifted the cover of the piano, and his slender and white fingers corresponded to the black and white keys. Notes flowed out from his fingertips, as if the sound of the water was clear and melodiously like the cicadas.

At the end of the prelude, he cuts into the tune and starts singing.

She didn't react when she heard Gu Yulin's first song. It was not until he reached orgasm that she recovered - was this actually his voice?

Although his singing skills are not bad at this time, they are not good either. They are just a passerby. Compared with Gu Yulin who has performed well in singing and has properly grasped his emotions several years later, he has become a scumbag in seconds!

However, he is only in his second year of high school now, so it is normal for him to not understand skills or to have a full voice.

It was only after Jiang Xiaoran heard Gu Yulin's previous singing that he felt a little unacceptable.

In the flash of lightning, Jiang Xiaoran was stunned.

——No wonder, no wonder, she remembered it!

Singing skills are also part of the black fans who once criticized him.

At that time, there was an inexplicable audio leak, and the professional black fans wrote: "I didn't expect that the real singing skills of Nili Fish Scale is like this - the breath is disordered, the treble breaks, and the part is out of tune.

Fans sing all day long, but they don’t know that all of them were made in the recording studio, and they don’t know how big they are, and they dare to make money by publishing albums?"

Fish scales are the black name given to Gu Yulin by black powder.

In that audio, Gu Yulin's singing skills were indeed not good. Jiang Xiaoran just thought it was a black fan who was intoxicated by himself and talked nonsense, but he didn't believe it at all.

It sounded like those notes were dragged out of memory, closely connected with his current voice...

It was actually his voice.

Yes, the entire district art festival was recorded. If Gu Yu came to the stage at the meeting, the performance would be recorded and may be leaked through some channel, which would eventually become a tool for the blacks to laugh.

She had to make his singing skills improve.

After making this decision, Gu Yulin just sang the complete song.

He turned his head slightly. This angle was hopelessly beautiful and could see his trembling eyelashes clearly.

Under her eyelashes were hidden, a pair of bright eyes, such beautiful eyes were staring at her at this moment.

He was waiting for her to comment.

"It sounds pretty good!"

"Then let's sing together?"

Gu Yulin was about to make a decision, but Jiang Xiaoran shook his head.

She said: "I...I don't have a good singing skills..."

"Then are you responsible for playing the piano?"

"But, will this make others feel that we are not attentive? After all, there is still one month before the competition, and I just can't get some high notes, so I should just practice."

"Then you sing a piece of it and I'll listen."

He changed his movements at some point, supported his chin with his hands and looked at her with a smile, as if waiting for a good show.

She cleared her throat and quickly realized that she sang a paragraph of "Dead". "Dead" was very skillful and had many voices. She tried her best to sing - in the end, the singing was really average.

He raised his eyebrows: "I only sang it once, did you write it down so quickly?"

She smiled embarrassedly, "Prove that you write well."

Gu Yulin was praised by her and smiled with her eyelids, revealing a row of thin teeth that were as thin as woven.

"Okay, then how do you want to practice singing skills?"

"Don't the school have a choir, or, I feel that the music teacher likes you very much, can we ask her for help?"

She suggested.

Gu Yulin put away the score and said, "Then go find a music teacher."

Jiang Xiaoran is still wearing a fan filter as thick as a city wall. The idol under the filter is so bright that she is right in everything she says, but she brings her own holy light in everything she does.

"OK!"

Because she slept too long at noon, when they made the decision, it was already time for class in the afternoon.
To be continued...