: 49. Whose surprise

　　 "A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without a blind date, asking the wine to the sky, what year is this eve, one year old in the sound of firecrackers, spring breeze..."
　　 squeezed Kong Hanyue's cheek, Xia Yu looked at her: "Speaking of people."
　　 "We are a small genre that is about to die, the flower school, there is no time."
　　 Kong Hanyue began to explain honestly: "The Southern School is more special in melody, with a shifting tone, and it is mostly lyrical. The Northern School uses the to press the strings, and the glide interval is long, and the playing is melodious and deep."
　　 "So what about Flower School?" Xia Yu asked.
　　 "Many techniques." Kong Hanyue said.
　　 Looking at Xia Yu's puzzled expression, Kong Hanyue continued: "It's just that there are a lot of skills. I won't mention it at four o'clock, pinching, and raising the strings. There are more difficult."
　　 "...It's because of too many techniques that no one learns this genre, right?" Xia Yu already understood the situation.
"You can learn the technique as long as you learn it, and the more important thing is that the technique is more distracted, and the grasp of the rhythm is poor. It is not hard practice or outstanding genius. There is also a group of people who are jealous of us, promoting us to show off. Skill is more than emotion!" Kong Hanyue was angrily.
　　 When Xia Yu heard this, he already had the idea of ​​changing genres.
　　 But he just thought about it.
　　 "Go on to the next song."
　　 Staying here at Kong Hanyue until ten o'clock in the evening, Xia Yu got on the last subway and returned home.
　　 "Brother, are you back?"
　　 As soon as he entered the house, Xia Yu saw Youxue. The girl was sitting on the sofa, watching TV.
　　 There is nothing good about TV, she is waiting for Xia Yu.
　　 Regarding the matter of going out at night, Xia Yu used the reason to practice for the competition.
　　 "Go to bed, don't wait for me."
　　 After watching Youxue enter the room, Xia Yu put down his schoolbag and walked to the bathroom.
　　 After five minutes of washing, he turned off the light and went back to the bedroom.
　　 After another five minutes, the snowy door opened, and the girl crept to the bathroom, picked up Xia Yu's coat and smelled it.
"perfume scents!"
　　……
　　 On Saturday, Xia Yu got up at 8 o'clock, and after washing, landed on An Siyao's body at half past nine.
　　 Now that he has 4700 game points in his hands, it is time to continue learning piano.
　　 Forty-seven game points, nine double experience cards were exchanged by him, and three hundred and eighty were left.
　　 "Do you continue to learn to praise the sun today?" An Siyao asked.
　　 "Yeah." Xia Yu opened the piano cover and started practicing.
　　 Praise the Sun is a more rebellious song, it is characterized by slow, very slow.
　　 But slow is not easy to grasp, just like riding a bicycle, the slower it is, the more difficult it is. The slower you play, the more difficult it is to balance.
　　 At ten times the speed, with only one hour left before the end of the eight hours, Xia Yu could finally finish this piece.
　　 got familiar with it for another half an hour, Xia Yu stopped the experience card with half an hour, put down the piano cover, and went to the bedroom.
　　 The remaining time should be the time to talk to An Siyao.
　　 But neither of them is a person who likes small talk, and the topic of interest has been finished in so many days, so today, it is rare to enter Cen Ji.
　　Since there is nothing to chat about, then stop chatting, forcibly chatting will only increase the burden.
　　 yawned, Xia Yu opened An Siyao's laptop and browsed it casually.
　　 He was watching the jokes of sand sculpture netizens on the forum, and suddenly a bullet box popped up below.
　　 is the upper class, can't he use these bullet frames?
　　Move the mouse to the upper right corner of the bullet box, Xia Yu glanced at it, it turned out that it was not an advertisement, but a news bullet box.
　　 His index finger was about to press, and he found another interesting title.
　　 "The first regional middle school student musical instrument competition has been confirmed to start in November"
　　 As the principal said before, the competition will start in November and the final will be in December.
　　 The time is not too tight, and there is plenty of plenty, which is not a problem.
　　 When Xia Yu uses her body, although An Siyao can't control her, no matter what sensory stimulation Xia Yu has, she can also get feedback.
　　 So, after Xia Yu glanced at the title of the contest, An Siyao also saw the title.
　　 "Are you interested in the musical instrument contest?" the girl asked.
　　 Xia Yu thought for a second, and since he glanced around, it was hard to deny that he was not interested.
　　 "It's kind of," Xia Yu said.
　　 "Will you participate?" An Siyao asked again.
　　 "I can't participate." Xia Yu lied.
　　 An Siyao did not doubt. In her sense, how could she be a middle school student who could oppress the head maid and face a dozen brawny men with unchanged expression?
　　 "Then if I participate, can you see me?" she said.
　　 "???"
　　 silently removed the first place from his own expectations, Xia Yu casually said: "I can watch the replay, I hope this video can be saved for ten years."
　　 "Eh, are you from ten years later?" An Siyao was surprised.
"Ok."
　　 "What will I look like in the future?"
　　 "He died in a plane crash five years ago."
　　 "Why is this!" An Siyao was very depressed.
　　 She tried to save herself: "I am not dead now, so can I change the future? I will not fly in the future!"
　　 "Good idea."
　　 Perfunctorily, Xia Yu complained in his heart that he couldn't help but read the news. At the same time, he also reflected on the disguise he had prepared to see if there was anything wrong.
　　 It's not easy for him to let An Siyao not participate in that competition. It was too deliberate.
　　 One minute later, An Siyao's voice sounded again: "Did you lie to me just now?"
　　 "You just reacted to it?" Xia Yu expressed surprise.
　　 "Don't always bully me!" The girl made a weak protest.
　　 "Actually I came from a parallel world." Xia Yu said again. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 "I don't know which is the truth." An Siyao has given up thinking, "Anyway, if I participate in that competition, you can see me, right?"
　　 "I can see you now." Xia Yu said.
　　 "That's different." What An Siyao wanted was Xia Yu using his real eyes to look at herself.
　　 After confirming that Xia Yu could see, she decided to participate in this competition.
　　 Xia Yu hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.
　　 Actually, he also kind of wanted to meet this little silly girl in reality.
　　 As long as they reach the finals, they will definitely meet.
　　 There is no problem with the disguise that I prepared, nor is it noticeable, and the risk is extremely low.
　　 is the first is completely hopeless.
　　 But the number one is too ostentatious, don't worry.
　　 At 5:30 in the afternoon, Xia Yu returned to her body, at this time Tuo Yu had also finished part-time work.
　　 took out the phone, Xia Yu glanced at the date.
　　 It’s September 26th, and there is only one month left before November.
　　 Back to the locker room to change clothes, Xia Yu walked towards Kong Hanyue's house.
　　 On the subway, because of the hustle and bustle of people behind, a teenager about his age hit him.
　　 "Sorry." The boy was very polite.
　　 "It's okay." Xia Yu nodded and watched the boy sit in the empty seat of the next car.
　　 He felt that the other party was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
　　Zhong Yunze, who was sitting in the car next door, didn't have the slightest familiarity with Xia Yu. He glanced at the phone and smiled.
　　 I come home suddenly, my mother will be very surprised.