Ling Momo wanted to hold up a few notes, but she couldn't hold up one after another after a long time.

Time passed by bit by bit, Li Qingshen stood there, still looking at her calmly.

Ling Momo struggled for a long time, just like the primary school student who was shouted by the teacher to answer the question and couldn't answer it. He weakly raised his head and looked at Li Qingshen: "The teacher's music is a bit long. Can you play it again?"

If it weren't for his ambiguous behavior just now, she might have been able to remember most of it.

Li Qingshen, who didn't know what was thinking about in her head, frowned slightly.

This has been four times, but she only remembers this little bit?

Thinking of the scene where she was lying on the table to do the questions when she was a child, and the seven questions were wrong and six questions were wrong, he closed his eyes with a little headache. While she was not looking at the piano, he raised his hand and pressed a key on the piano casually and asked: "Which key is this?"

Ling Momo was stupid. Why did he always take her unexpected test?

Seeing that she couldn't answer, Li Qingshen stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, and pressed a button casually: "Where is this?"

There was a fragrance on his wrist, which was the fragrance of her name that she couldn't call out. It was very high-end and not pungent.

Ling Momo subconsciously hid back for a while.

Li Qingshen thought she was going to peek, and the palm of her palm was pressing on her face even harder.

Ling Momo's fingers bent, and he felt his heart inexplicably start to jump up.

Seeing that she didn't answer twice, Li Qingshen raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows as if he was worried. He took a deep breath, kept himself calm, and continued to press a few more buttons.

Every time he pressed a key, he asked: "Where is this?"

At the beginning, Ling Momo barely calmed down his mind and could answer one or two more.

But when he played the piano keys on another layer of her body, he changed his hand to cover her eyes and walked around her with the other hand. He couldn't stand the two of them getting so close to her, and his thoughts completely deviated.

Seeing that there were few people she could answer, Li Qingshen breathed a long sigh: "Ling Momo, what do you want to order?"

Ling Momo could not tell him directly that you were too close to me and interfered with me. He could only act like he knew his mistake and lowered his head silently, and said quietly in his heart, please stay away from me, and I will be able to meet all the time.

Seeing her pitiful little look, Li Qingshen sighed with a headache, and with a helpless expression, he tried to keep his tone as flat as possible. He changed his question and asked: "How many black keys are there on the piano, and how many Bai Jian are there?"

This is what she knew a long time ago, but it was not needed at all. Over time, this number became blurred in her mind. What's more, she practiced it later and there was no way to remember this kind of thing...

Ling Momo thought to herself, racked her brains to think for a long time, and then spoke with uncertainty based on her distant memory, "36 black keys? 62 white keys?"

"Who are you waiting for to make sure you?" Li Qingshen didn't say whether she was right or wrong, and pointed to the piano in front of him: "Play it, play each key fifty times one by one, remember to listen to it."

After saying that, Li Qingshen walked to the sofa not far away, held his hands in front of his chest, and looked like the class teacher came into the classroom to monitor the students during self-study classes.

After Ling Momo returned to the piano keys uncertainly, he was sure that he had answered correctly.

She really couldn't understand, and she answered correctly. Why didn't he let her play the music score, but let her boredly press the single key here. Although she was dissatisfied with one thousand and ten thousand, she still followed his request and played one key at a time fifty times.

At the beginning, she couldn't get into the state, but she thought that no matter how reluctant she was, she could not fight against Li Qingshen. So later, she gradually accepted her fate and began to remember the keys' voices.

Li Qingshen sat on the sofa not far away, turning his head and looking out the window. Suddenly he found that the sound of the piano became regular, and then he moved his gaze from the window to Ling Momo.

The girl sat in front of the piano, lowering her head slightly, pressing her finger repeatedly on the black keys, her red lips pouting slightly, counting one number after another, opening and closing, which was particularly attractive.

Li Qingshen's eyes were as deep as ink, staring at such a scene and staring at it for a long time.

Time flowed by bit by bit. Because of Li Qingshen, Ling Momo did not dare to have a moment to rest, but he was a little tired after sitting in front of the piano again. When Ling Momo was about to be unable to hold on and wanted to hammer his back twice, Li Qingshen suddenly picked up the water cup in front of him and walked out of the music room.

As soon as Li Qingshen went out, Ling Momo immediately rubbed his waist, then took out his cell phone to look at the time.

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning, and she was almost fighting with the black and white keys of the piano for the whole morning.

Just as she was about to put down her phone, she found that there was an additional reminder on WeChat. It was a message Enson sent her two hours ago.

【Enson: Come on class.】

Ling Momo replied with a crying expression and was about to put down his phone and continue playing the piano. Enson's message came back in seconds.

【Enson: What's wrong?】

Ling Momo took advantage of Li Qingshen's absence from the music room at this time and quickly spoke a paragraph with his mobile phone, then converted it into text and sent it out.

[Momo Fairy: Myth is indeed sick. Do you know what he asked me to do all morning? He asked me to press the piano keys fifty times.]

Enson is quite idle now, and the news is coming back quickly.

【Enson: Then you finished playing?】

[Momo Fairy: No.] There is a grievance expression behind it.

【Enson: Then you won’t play quickly!】

[Momo Fairy: I have been playing for more than two hours, and my fingers are hurting. I will be lazy while the pervert is not here now.]

【Enson: Be careful that he suddenly enters the house and catches you right away.】

When Ling Momo saw this WeChat, he quickly looked at the door and found that there was no movement. He immediately lowered his head and continued to reply.

[Momo Fairy: No, I have been paying attention to the door.]

【Enson: Is that true?】

I don’t know if it was said by Enson. Ling Momo had just received his message and had not had time to reply, but she suddenly felt that she had heard footsteps faintly. She immediately put her phone aside and sat upright in front of the piano.

However, after about a minute, the door of the music room was not opened for a long time. Ling Momo thought he was too nervous and heard it wrong, so he picked up his cell phone again.

In addition to the message she didn't have time to reply, there was also a new message.

【Enson: Why don’t you talk anymore?】

[Momo Fairy: I was scared to death just now. I thought it was the pervert who came. It turned out that I heard it wrong. If I was caught by that pervert, I would send you WeChat now. Maybe he would let me play it later without fifty times but a hundred times.]

PS: Hahahaha, Ling Momo, okay, can we shut up? We are digging a hole for ourselves. A few days ago, I went back to my hometown on Qingming Festival. There were many inconveniences. I promised that I like tomorrow that I would like to arrange the car I would like tomorrow. Then there was an event on Weibo, which was a porn card activity for the plot of holding an umbrella. It was Sheng Xian who said to Lu Jingyan, "Brother, my hands are sore when I hold an umbrella for you."
Chapter completed!