Everyone held their breath and even blinked their eyes cautiously. All eyes were fixed on the proud black swan-like little girl. She seemed to be dancing hand in hand with the violin that turned into a military general, but the dance was composed of
Made of blood and beauty.
She is indeed the princess of the Yuan family.
The school board of directors who knew Hei Mu Tong said nothing and their fingers turned white.
Kurobutou from Class S is different from all the students here. When the old man from the Minamoto family sent her to school on the first day, he bought two kinds of wine for everyone on the board of directors, one of which cost about 73,000 yen per unit.
A bottle of Ryugin sake brew is a small bottle of rice wine sold at a roadside stall for 100 yen. Everyone understood and each took a bottle of Ryuugin sake brew and put it in the trunk, and the next day after changing hands, Kuroki
Tong was transferred from Class A to Class S.
No one wants to go against that old man from the Yuan family, even if they don't eat the toast or drink it as a fine.
But the school board did not expect that the little girl named Kurobutong would be so stubborn. She would spit out the food as soon as it was fed to her mouth. She ran back to Class A, and a year later she was promoted to S through her own efforts.
Class S, and his strength far exceeds that of other students in Class S, and his arrogance is scary.
Letting Kurobutou appear on the stage today is really a big shot at swatting away mosquitoes, but the Tokyo University Art Elementary School has indeed dropped two places in the rankings in Tokyo. Letting her appear can regain some of the parents' trust in Tokyo University Art, which is a good thing.
Yu Xian was young and carefully appreciated her performance.
It was hard to imagine that those stupid game-playing fingers could be so nimble. Every point of pressure on the strings was just right. The fragments of swords and shadows transformed from musical notes poured towards him like a heavy rain.
A shallow mark was made in the cochlea.
There is no "Pipa Xing" by Bai Juyi in this world, but when Hei Mutong played, this poem was all in his mind.
In his previous life, when he memorized "Pipa Xing", he obviously didn't realize the tragic and tragic beauty of this poem, but now he feels it, especially when the person who performs this piece of music regards him as the protagonist, although being the villain is not a good thing.
——Don’t have any sorrow or hatred.
The sound is ticking, and the voice stops talking.
The sound of Hei Mutong's strings suddenly slowed down, as gentle as the moonlight flowing on the river. The indifferent girl's mind was wandering and swaying, and her outstretched hand suddenly retracted as if it had touched a hot iron.
Heimutong looked at Yuxian Zhisheng for the last time, and said aggrievedly that he deserved it.
Before she came on stage, she knew that this child was adopted from an orphanage like him. The two little monsters were alone. They should have hugged each other to keep warm, right? He scolded himself for no reason. Was it just for this?
Do boys compete for the vanity of being competitive?
Now that this little monster of hers is angry, she will punch him to the ground, even if she cries, Ultraman won't be able to save you.
Yu Xian was so naive, we should have been playing "Super Mario" together.
In the little girl's heart, she felt sad and resentful.
It's really hard to explain clearly.
Kirima Hiiragi's face was pale. During training, he often competed with Kurobuto as his opponent, but now it seems that Kurobuto is holding back and doesn't take him seriously at all.
The blond boy sitting in the central area slowly opened his eyes, gently imitated playing in the air with his fingers, and raised his head slightly: "It is indeed a violin that can kill and save people."
He couldn't help but sigh softly: "I enjoy it more with Black Wood Boy."
"Akagi Ryousuke, it's a pity that you can't come today." The girl in front of me turned around and said, "Everyone really wants to hear your final performance. Kuroki Dou even went to hear your final performance last time."
The girl's eyes showed love and admiration.
The whole performance is to play all the instruments perfectly, and Ryosuke Akagi has a natural vocal range, which makes him the perfect match with Miss Kuroki Dou. Anyone who stands next to them can only act like a dog as a foil.
"Enjoy her performance seriously." Ryosuke Akagi brushed his hair and gave a rare smile, "There are many performances in early April, and you will get tired of it by then."
"Who said that? I'll never get tired of hearing it!" the girl said, and then she saw Akagi Ryosuke's eyes glancing at her with an indescribable expression, like a lion staring at an objectionable rabbit corpse, she
He was so scared that he quickly shut up and turned around.
On the ceremonial stage, Hei Mu Tong slowly finished.
The smoke that filled the battlefield dispersed, the sun fell from the clouds, corpses were scattered on the ground, the chilling wind blew, and goshawks circled high in the sky. Everything was so lonely and desolate, until the last wisp of fireworks disappeared in the air.
.
At the end of the song, Hei Mu Tong bowed to express his thanks.
The sincere and warm applause was overwhelming.
“Awesome!”
The parents were proud of you, looking at each other, laughing, and applauding hard.
Even the parents who usually had no dealings with the Yuan family were impressed. They applauded helplessly and at the same time felt deeply frustrated for their children. This huge gap can only make people intimidating.
Trying to catch up? No, absolutely impossible.
The board members of the school board also laughed happily, leaned back, and spread their hands. What is a card? What is a future star of Dongda Art School?!
The students even cheered and shouted collectively. Children in the general education area are relatively simple and don't pay much attention to who will lose and who will win. Heimudong's strength and etiquette are both incredible, and the violin is also shocking.
To people's hearts, I feel that Tokyo's First Concert Hall is more than enough.
People say the guitar is the most popular!
But her violin is even more popular than her electric guitar!
The hearts of these young people were conquered like this, to their death.
Just seems to have forgotten something unimportant?
No matter what, it doesn’t matter! Kurobutong is the best in the world! The eternal god!
But the black wooden boy on the stage quickly reminded them of what they had forgotten.
I saw this domineering and arrogant little girl raised her piano bow again, raising it like a samurai declaring war. She shouted in the direction of Yu Xian, "Jiao Zi, Yu Xian, it's your turn!"
Yuxian nodded and stood up.
Miyamoto Yukiko noticed it and looked over with pleading eyes.
No matter what, you can't get in. Being embarrassed now doesn't mean being embarrassed in the future. I don't blame you if you don't know any instrument. Just learn slowly. But if you get in now, you will really be nailed to the pillar of shame.
You can't just transfer to another school on the first day of school, right?
To be honest, he really didn't want to go up there. He had experienced a lot of rumors and rumors before. Thinking about it, he had already become as invulnerable as Sun Wukong. He didn't care at all about the ridicule of these children. It wouldn't delay my fishing anyway.
But since it was Xuezi’s request.
Then help me and show a little more seriousness.
Yukiko Miyamoto, I will only help you this second time.
Even if I starve to death in the future and go to the streets to beg for food, I won’t help you no matter what!
Yuxian sighed childishly and took steps.
He only did one thing before going up, which was to take the half-drunk Bozi soda bottle from the broken schoolbag in his hand. The bottle of Bozi soda was made of glass and the sound was pretty good.
