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154 Because he has a god-level arranger

What the staff gave Xu Yaoguang was the monitoring of his time in the corridor.

Because the first ensemble is about to be played, the entire lobby outside the lounge is full of people.

It was Master Wei’s room door that had never been opened.

Xu Yaoguang was not in a hurry, so he held his hand and half leaned against the table and stared at the video. People in the surveillance camera would always come out.

**

Outside the corridor, Master Wei did not immediately return to the car.

Instead, he called Chen Shulan.

Chen Shulan fell asleep drowsyly during this period. The nurse was answering the phone. She had already fallen asleep at this time.

Master Wei frowned. Apart from Qin Yu's point, he began to worry about Chen Shulan's condition again.

Needless to say, Chen Shulan's importance to Qin Ran, she started hospitalized this summer and has not heard of being discharged until now.

When I returned to the car, I was still worried.

"Grandpa, why are you so late?" In the car, Wei Zihang leaned against the back of the chair, pinched the time point, and looked up and asked Master Wei.

The Wei family drove an extended car today.

Qin Ran and Wei Zihang sat in the last row, and Master Wei sat in front.

"Meet Young Master Xu," Master Wei lowered his head, patted his sleeves, and spoke quietly, "We will talk a few more words."

"Xu Yaoguang?" Wei Zihang had no interest in him, "Let's come to the concert."

Master Wei raised his eyes, and there was no fluctuation between his eyebrows, "Yeah, I'm missing something, I'm looking for the staff to watch the surveillance."

Wei Zihang nodded and said nothing.

Qin Ran narrowed her eyes.

I don't know what I thought of.

She first knocked Wei Zihang's arm with her cell phone, and when he turned his head, he spoke directly, "Go and sit in front."

Wei Zihang didn't ask any questions, and walked to the front with his cell phone and sat in the seat next to Master Wei.

He sat in front, Qin Ran sat in the seat inside, opened the crystal screen of the mobile phone and lifted the cover, spread both sides, and lit a page again.

Open the editor.

"Ranran, have you decided to continue learning the violin with me?" Master Wei leaned on the back of the chair, put his arm on the window, and his fingertips were knocking irregularly.

Qin Ran took the book from her backpack and projected the keyboard on it.

While trying on the keyboard, she talked to Master Wei, her white face was slightly lowered. The lights were not turned on in the car. A little fluorescent appeared on her face, and it was slow, "I don't know, I still have to think about it."

The movements on the hands are fast.

The address of the Royal Performance Hall is easy to find.

The monitoring route is easy to find.

Generally, except for confidential files, few people will encrypt this kind of ordinary monitoring.

After typing a string of characters, Qin Ran leaned back and then pressed a "enter" keyboard very coldly.

I didn't pay attention to Xu Yaoguang, but I also heard a few words from Qiao Sheng.

He has been staring at the school's art building and has looked for surveillance many times.

In the past, Qin Ran said that she was refusing to this matter.

It was difficult for Master Wei to relax today, which was beyond Master Wei's expectations.

"Okay, think about it carefully, you must think about it carefully, I will take you two to the Imperial Season House." Master Wei sat upright for a second.

Qin Ran lowered her head and slowly installed her phone back.

"No need," Qin Ran looked out the window and thought for a while, "Let me be here, I'll wait for someone."

"You..." Master Wei originally wanted to say that you were waiting for no relatives in the capital without any reason?

Suddenly thinking about Cheng Mu who opened the door that day, he paused for a moment. Although he was a little reluctant, he still asked the driver to stop the car. When he left, he told her to think clearly this time.

Whether it is a piano player, a violin, a guzheng, etc., in recent years, they like to dig out Yanxi's music scores and then play them into pure music.

There are two kinds of artistic conceptions between songs. Some up-and-comers are popular all over the Internet because of their scores, making a fortune.

After hearing this comment, Qin Yu's heart finally fell heavily.

Dai Ran smiled, and he walked towards Qin Yu, in a kind tone: "I am Dai Ran, you can call me Teacher Dai, I wonder if you would like to follow me to learn the violin?"

Dai Ran's reputation is not as loud as Master Wei in the entire violin world.

But in Sijiucheng, Dai family and Dai Ran are still very famous.

Mr. Shen was overjoyed at the beginning, and took two steps forward, lowered his head, "Of course, this is her honor, Yu'er, call Teacher Dai."

Mr. Shen signaled Qin Yu with his eyes.

Qin Yu thought that Master Wei had not accepted him as his disciple and the Shen family would not care about him anymore, but he did not expect that Mr. Shen remained enthusiastic.

She slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, walked to Dai Ran, and called "Teacher" very respectfully.

The others were congratulating Dai Ran on finding a spiritual apprentice.

Words bring envy.

But there is no way. No one can compete with Dai Ran except Master Wei.

Dai Ran just curled his lips in the direction where Master Wei left, and smiled slightly with an unknown smile.

**

On this side, Qin Ran was still sitting on the curb waiting for Lu Zhaoying.

When Lu Zhaoying drove over, Qin Ran was still sitting on the curb looking at her phone, probably chatting with someone.

The sweatshirt and hat on the top of the head are pulled.

Today she changed into a black sweatshirt. Although she sat lazily, she looked even colder.

Only a few strands of black hair were seen hanging down from the edge of the hat, and then the slender fingers holding the phone.

People who stopped to wait for the car would look at her involuntarily.

Lu Zhaoying lowered the car window and called her.

Qin Ran pulled her hat and stood up slowly.

Before I could close my phone, a WeChat message popped up - [Brother, you haven't arranged the music for three months.]

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**

Before meeting.

Yanxi: Brother

After meeting.

Yan Xi:...Brother, brother die??!

Good morning ~
Chapter completed!
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