"Tongma-kun, are you really going to go on stage today?" Someone asked impatiently. "Compared with the one named Yu Xian?"
Tongma Hiiragi nodded and looked down at his fingers. They were slender and white, and the nails were neatly manicured. These were hands that were born to play the piano. He was born only for the piano.
"Kurobutou will also play, but I have to do better than her." Kirima Hiiragi closed his eyes and breathed calmly, although he knew that this was difficult to do. Kurokudo's violin can also kill people.
The violin that saved lives has almost become a legend of Class S.
The student next to him was very unhappy: "You can't kill a chicken with a bull's-eye, it's enough to let people from Class A go."
"Hey! Do you look down on us, Class A?" Someone stood up in the second row and shouted at the rows behind, "If you don't know how to speak, just stop talking. You Class B can deal with a vase on your own, don't let me listen anymore.
You guys are fooling around!"
"It's okay." Kiruma Hiiragi turned around and said with a smile, "I like to play the piano, I'll play it for him."
"It's so convincing, Kiruma-kun." The person next to him gave a thumbs up and praised.
The few boys and girls were still awake in the world, folding their arms and waiting to watch the show. Anyway, it was Kirima Hiiragi who appeared on the stage, and success or failure had nothing to do with them.
In the center of the collective of these boys and girls, a boy with blond hair knocked on the chair in front of him, smiled and squinted his eyes, and said softly: "Stop talking, I was woken up by you."
All the voices of discussion disappeared in an instant, and there was only the sound of rain.
Kirima Hiiragi turned around and looked at the blond-haired boy, swallowed, and the blond-haired boy smiled at him, raised his middle finger, then closed his eyes again and fell asleep peacefully.
The flattering smile on Kiruma Hiiragi's face solidified and then disappeared.
The rustling drizzle fell on the iron dome of the stadium, ticking like a piece of music played by the sky and the building. Yu Xian was sitting in the far corner of the hall, watching the spider in the corner hunting a small baby.
insect.
He didn't know that he had become the focus of discussion among the crowd. He only knew that before the rain, the fish would collectively run out to take a deep breath. At this time, if he sprinkled a handful of fish food to make a nest and put down the triangular hook, he would definitely get a lot of harvest.
Full.
Be sure to spend the shortest possible time on Saturday to finish your homework! Then go fishing!
Don't stop anyone!
...
Ten minutes before nine o'clock in the morning, the school drum bell was rung, and the loud noise penetrated the rain curtain and reached the gymnasium. The parents standing under the teaching building held up their umbrellas and walked like a school of fish into the sea.
Entered the gym.
Yukiko Miyamoto was also among the crowd.
She was actually very happy in her heart, like a curious baby. Is this what it feels like to be a parent? She is so happy. When she sees the children singing the school song and swearing the oath together with the group of children, will she be so excited?
Where are the tears?
She didn't know it would rain today. The women of the Miyamoto family had always been well taken care of. Except for swordsmanship and martial arts, they were almost all crazy in life.
Even though the rain was getting heavier and her hair was slightly wet, Yukiko Miyamoto still couldn't hide her inner joy.
"I am Kirima Hiiragi's parent, Kirima Yoshitomo." Suddenly a woman wearing an old-fashioned kimono came over and put an umbrella on Miyamoto Yukiko's head. However, Miyamoto Yukiko was too tall, so the woman stood on tiptoes.
He also hooked the umbrella to her forehead.
Miyamoto Yukiko took the umbrella, and the two hid under the umbrella together, looking at each other and smiling.
Surrounded by a group of well-dressed parents, seeing the patches on the back of Kirima Yoshitomo's old kimono, they smiled and shook their heads.
Aren't you afraid of embarrassing your children by sewing?
Kirima Michi took the initiative to speak: "Is Yu Xian-kun your child?"
"Huh?" Yukiko Miyamoto panicked, "What's wrong? Did he fight with your child?"
Kirima Yoshitomo smiled softly and shook his head: "No, no, it's just that before Kirima Hiiraichi went out this morning, Principal Okuhata called and said that your child was going to report on the performance with my Kirima. I specially
Want to come and get to know you."
Reporting performance?!
Miyamoto Yukiko was almost stunned.
Does Yu Xian have any talents? Why don’t I know?
His voice is nice and his face is absolutely fine! But this is the Tokyo University Art Elementary School, a place where geniuses from the entire western part of Tokyo gather, and all the mature ones don’t look like children! Those from famous families don’t care.
You have a good-looking face and a nice voice. This is where your strength speaks for itself.
Yoshitomo Kirima understood Miyamoto Yukiko's panic in an instant, and he felt a little relieved, and his tone became more gentle: "No matter what, I hope these two children can become friends. If necessary, let my Kirima
Take care of him."
Madam, you are so gentle!!!
Miyamoto Yukiko grabbed Kirima Yoshitomo's hand as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Although I don't know why there is a competition, but please be merciful to your child. He is so naive that he has just come here to study.
, it’s my responsibility to be rude and violate taboos. If you do anything wrong, it’s up to me to apologize.”
Kirima Yoshitomo patted her hand gently and said with a smile: "It's okay, Hiiragi is not that kind of child, let us enjoy their report performance today."
What a waste of appreciation, it’s over.
Miyamoto Yukiko's overwhelming anticipation was extinguished in an instant. She didn't even notice the rain falling on her shoulders and soaking her black stockings on her body. She also started to shrink back as she looked at the grand door of the gymnasium.
If you are embarrassed, be embarrassed! There is nothing you can do at this time! The stubborn Xuezi felt weak for the first time, but because she was childish, she found that she could not get angry.
I really suffered a lot from you, you idiot and childish person.
...
The gymnasium was already overcrowded, and even the heavy rain outside the gym was deterred by the hot and noisy atmosphere.
"Yu Xian is a child! Is Yu Xian a child here? Where is he!"
Suddenly, a bald dean walked in from the side door and shouted loudly.
The young boy Yu Xian sitting in the corner raised his hand, thinking, is this my class teacher?
The bald man walked over with a burning look and stared at Yu Xian for a long time: "You are not allowed to sit here. Stand up and listen to the principal's speech."
Yu Xian stood up and nodded slightly.
The bald man was stunned by his nod. It was obviously me who was making things difficult for you, but why did you act like my superior was greeting me?
I'm so angry, I was deceived by the temperament of this kid.
"Stand straighter! Look at how people sit!" The bald man said angrily, slamming the table, "If you are sitting or standing, you are a disgrace to the art of Dongda University.
.”
As he spoke, he slapped the table heavily, attracting the attention of all nearby people.
These students don't know what it means to feel empathy. If they were standing in that place, they would definitely be scared to death.
But when others stand there and snicker in their hearts, that's it.
The competition hasn’t even started yet!
I guess this kid will be scared to death by the dean known as the ‘Iron Masked Dog’, right?
