Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1174 434. It's the young youth [Part ]

Xiaoguan is not just talking and thinking about it.

When it comes to spreading "information", Xiaoguan is an absolute pragmatist.

It was half past nine. Seeing that her daughter's bedroom door was still locked, Guan's mother checked the time and asked Guan's father, "What is she busy with?"

Dad Guan scrolled through the pages on his phone and said softly, "Don't worry about her."

In the past, if there was no school the next day, Xiaoguan would definitely watch TV on his phone in the living room all night.

Guan's mother: "I'll go take a look."

Guan's father looked up and said, "Don't bother others anymore."

Last Friday, Xiao Guan came home from school and told her parents that she was going to perform a show with Alin and Aze. Guan's mother expressed doubt on the spot, and as a result, Xiao Guan never updated her parents on the progress of her show again.

Just now when we were having dinner, Guan's mother asked this question, and Xiao Guan was still sulking.

Guan's father: "Don't ask, you will know when she is happy."

Guan's mother: "I'm worried that she's playing with her phone inside, and today is not the weekend."

Guan's father laughed: "Her phone was on the dining table. She went into the house without taking it after dinner. I guess she didn't even know it herself."

Guan's mother glanced in the direction of the dining table and said, "Okay, just don't play with your phone."

Then, "Where's her tablet?"

Guan's father sighed and shook his head. At this moment, Xiao Guan's bedroom door was pushed open.

The couple looked over, and Guan's father immediately put down his phone: "Are you done?"

"It's still early," Xiao Guan looked around and found his cell phone on the dining table. He walked over to pick it up and was about to go back to the house.

"You," Guan's mother just started to speak, and Guan's father continued: "Eat something before you get busy."

"It's too late for me!" Complaining, Xiao Guan quickly went back to the bedroom.

Looking at this scene, Guan's mother sighed inwardly, thinking that this child was becoming more and more difficult to communicate with.

"Okay, sit down," Guan's father stood up, washed some fruit and came to Xiaoguan's door, "Tongtong washed some fruit for you."

Xiaoguan in the room heard his father's voice and responded.

Guan's father gently opened the door, and without saying much, he placed the fruit next to Xiaoguan's desk and took a look at it. "Your mother and I have to get up early tomorrow and go to bed soon. You just need to do your thing."

After saying that, Dad Guan turned and left, and then I heard a voice behind me saying "Good night, Dad".

Dad Guan smiled and gently locked the door for his daughter.

Back in the living room, Guan's mother hurriedly asked Guan's father in a low voice: "What is she doing?"

Father Guan: “I’m drawing.”

Guan Ma: "What about painting?"

Father Guan: “Yeah.”

Xiaoguan started learning to paint at the age of five and continued until he entered junior high school last year, when his mother unilaterally announced that he would stop learning for the time being.

This one year is almost over.

In fact, both husband and wife knew that their daughter liked painting, but the academic pressure in junior high school was even greater.

They also considered it for a long time, and finally Guan's mother made the final decision to suspend Xiaoguan's painting studies.

Xiao Guan had a big quarrel with them because of this.

After that, they never saw Xiaoguan pick up the paintbrush at home again.

And Xiaoguan did not focus all his energy on studying as they expected. Playing with mobile phone and chasing stars replaced painting and became Xiaoguan's new hobbies.

The couple didn't dare to say much, because Xiaoguan would bring up his grades as soon as they spoke.

Indeed, Xiaoguan has always maintained pretty good grades in the class.

"Let her paint, and let's go to bed early."

The couple washed up and went back to the house, and soon the house became completely quiet.

Another hour and a half passed, and Xiaoguan finally finished drawing the number plates for all sixteen classmates.

The cartoon expressions on each number plate are different, but you can tell at a glance that all of them come from the same face template.

That's right!

They are all Q version of Arlene!
There are two lines of bold small words written next to each Q version of Arlene:

[Lin's piano recital, Wednesday afternoon at 4:30 in the music room on the second floor! ]

【See you there or not! 】

Looking at the number plates covering the desk, Xiao Guan nodded with satisfaction, then picked up a peach from the fruit plate and took a bite.

Next comes the most important part, Arlene’s poster!

In the blink of an eye, another hour and a half passed.

Nearing midnight, Xiaoguan put down his paintbrush, rubbed his neck, and stood up from his desk.

He walked to the bed in a daze, fell asleep.
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At eight o'clock the next morning, the passionate athletes' march floated over Shipo Middle School.

From a distance, it looks full of a sense of age.

This is Shipo Middle School, a famous school with a long history.

"I'm really impressed. You can't just change the music."

Class 8 of the first grade was in a commotion. Xiao Zhang looked out the window and shook his head helplessly. Chen Qian at the side laughed: "I think it sounds good."

Xiao Zhang laughed and said, "You also have a sense of the times."

The two of them had their backs to the classroom door, each with a cartoon number tag attached to their back.

Not far in front of her, Xiaoguan's position was already surrounded by people.

"Yutong and me!"

"Okay, okay, everything is there."

"Please draw me one too!"

"No problem, squad leader, could you please stop squeezing my arm!"

Xiao Guan never expected that the number plate she drew last night would be so popular today. Now all the students in the class, whether they have a project or not, want her to draw it!

A-Qian: "If you charge two dollars for a painting, A-Ze will definitely make a fortune today."

Xiao Zhang: "Only two dollars?"

Ah Qian: “Three?”

Xiao Zhang: "At least five dollars!"

Ah Qian was horrified, what a vicious thought, but he liked it: "Why hasn't Ah Lin come yet?"

Xiao Zhang: "I don't know either. Maybe I got up too late. Don't worry. There's still half an hour left."
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After finally finishing another drawing, Xiao Guan put down his pen and shook his wrist.

"Next!"

Although she blamed Ah Qian, Xiao Guan was actually willing to do this job. Firstly, every extra painting she did was equivalent to one more promotion for Ah Lin. Secondly, she just liked painting.

At this moment, Arlene, who was wearing sportswear, was standing at the door of the teaching building, dumbfounded.

Even the teachers passing by would stop at the entrance of the teaching building to take a look today.

"Lin's concert?"

"Isn't Wednesday tomorrow?"

"Does our school have such a thing as a concert?"

"Who is Lin?"

"Che Lin, you don't know? The girl with short hair in Class 8 of the first grade."

"She's a super good pianist and has won a national gold medal!"

The already noisy entrance of the teaching building became even more lively because of this sentence.

No one knows how talented Che Lin from Class 8 of Grade 1 is, but it sounds like the national champion is very strong!
The national champion Xiaoche couldn't help but lower his hat when he heard these four people. Who spread this?
"Che Lin!"

At this moment, a fat voice came from the crowd behind them, and everyone looked around, where is Che Lin? !
Xiao Che knew that the classmate who called her name was Chen Qian’s good brother Yang Mingxuan, but brother, don’t blame me!

Taking advantage of the chaos, the car rushed up the stairs and slipped away.

Yang Mingxuan behind him was not in a hurry to catch up.

Instead, it stopped in front of the teaching building. The little fat boy was obviously shocked.

Looking at the concert poster posted on the pillar, Yang Mingxuan thought it was really well drawn.

The black grand piano, the golden stage, and the girl in a white dress sitting in front of the piano, it looks so beautiful.

just
Looking at the piano, the style of the painting suddenly changed.

One man, two women, and three cartoon heads. What the hell.

Then Yang Mingxuan was completely shocked.

Under the boy's cartoon head——[Backing vocals: Chen Qian]

This guy Qian! Besides doing math problems, he can also sing! ?

The most important thing is why you hide it from me!

Below the first girl’s profile picture——【Lead singer: Zhang Jiaze】

Zhang Jiaze can actually sing?! And he's the host?!

The second girl's avatar looks more abstract——[Dance: Guan Yutong]

I'm so horny!
Guan Yutong, who is paralyzed even when running, can dance! ?

Yang Mingxuan could see that everyone in Class 8 had unique skills, but they kept them hidden!

Pride and pride immediately appeared on his face.

Listening to the endless admiration from all around, Yang Mingxuan just wanted to say loudly at this moment: Yes, I am also from Class 8!
At this moment, as she walked towards the classroom and got to the car, she felt as if everyone on her way was looking at her. This feeling was much stronger than when she arrived last Friday.

She was really going crazy. It was true that she asked Xiaoguan to draw the poster, but she didn't let Xiaoguan put it at the entrance of the teaching building!
Now the whole school knows about it before the concert even starts.

"Morning Arlene."

"Good morning, Sports Commissioner."

Alin, who wanted to "hold Xiaoguan accountable", just passed by the physical education committee member. She seemed to see something out of the corner of her eye and turned her head suddenly.

What's that on the back of the sports commissioner? ! A number plate?

[Lin's piano recital, Wednesday afternoon at 4:30 in the music room on the second floor! ]

【See you there or not! 】

Car:.
"Morning Arlene!"

"Morning, Arlene!"

"Morning, musician!"

"Morning, Champion!"

Then, one number plate after another with concert information passed by her eyes.

It was as if countless bullet screens were floating past her eyes.
Looking in the direction of Xiaoguan, countless students were holding their number tags as if they were waiting in line.

Xiao Che didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.

But one thing she was sure of was that now everyone should know that she would be giving a concert in the music room the day after tomorrow afternoon.

"Are you happy, Arlene?"

A Qian and Xiao Zhang walked over. Seeing A Qian's smirk, Xiao Che was a little confused.

"What are you so happy about?" Xiao Che asked bluntly, "What if other students from other classes come to watch? Won't you be nervous?"

Ah Qian shook his head: "Alin, I find that I am not nervous at all when you are around, really."

Car: “.”

Xiao Zhang: “Really.”

Looking at the two people in front of him who were in such good harmony, Xiaoche missed the scene of their quarrel.

But nothing can be changed anymore.

From the moment the class teams paraded around the playground, Class 8 was destined to be the absolute protagonist of the day.

Surprisingly, at Shipo Middle School, which is always known for its rigorous academic style, the school leaders on the rostrum did not make any comments on the "out-of-character" behavior of Class 8's team.

Because all the leaders' attention was on the new principal's face.

Even when the Class 8 team passed by the rostrum, everyone saw a big smile on the face of the new principal.

Dean Guo came closer upon seeing this and said, "Principal Min, the children in Class 8 are the most active among the first graders this year."

Principal Min nodded and said, "Yesterday I heard that a child in this class was going to hold a concert in the music classroom."

Director Guo wondered if Principal Min was referring to him, because he knew about it the day before yesterday, but did not report it immediately: "A class activity organized by the head teacher team."

"Director Guo, does our school have many class activities like this?" asked Principal Min.

Director Guo answered truthfully: "Not much."

moment.

Principal Min: "Che Lin, which school did you go to before?"

Director Guo: "She was from Shengli Street Primary School before. She won the gold medal in piano at the Rongcheng Cup last year and chose our school."

Principal Min suddenly smiled and said, "A child like this didn't choose the experiment."

Director Guo didn't know what to say for a moment. Indeed, if it was his child, he would let the child go through the experiment no matter what.

"Director Guo, please accompany me tomorrow afternoon and we will go over to appreciate it."

Director Guo: "Okay, Principal. I'll go tell Teacher Gao later."

Principal Min waved his hand: "No need."

Director Guo nodded upon hearing this, and then his gaze fell on the team below the stage again.
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After marching in formation, students from each class came to their respective class areas and sat down.

Then Principal Min gave a speech and there was applause in the playground.

It can be seen that the students all like the new principal.

Of course, there is a reason for this.

First, girls will not be forced to have short hair.
Second, group activities will not take up class time.

Third, no matter when, the speech is always brief.

For example, at this moment, Principal Min just said a few words casually, reminding all students to pay attention to safety during the competition, and then announced the start of the sports meeting.
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"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

The children spent the next day and a half surrounded by cheers.

On the playground, everyone cheered for each other.

Although Xiao Zhang only got fifth place in the 100m in the six-person group competition.

"come on!"

Even though Aqian only got eleventh place in the softball competition.

"come on!"

Although the women's 4x1 relay team of Class 8 still did not enter the finals.

"come on!"

During rehearsals in the music room, everyone cheered for each other.

Xiao Zhang is out of tune.

"come on!"

Ah Qian got the rhythm wrong.

"come on!"

Xiaoguan hit the wrong beat.

"come on!"

Whether on the playground or in the music room, every cheer of the car is full of power.

Finally it was her turn to appear again.

In the last event on Wednesday morning, the women's 1500 meters, the car once again walked to the starting line.

The starting gun sounded and she set off again.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"Come on, Chelin!"

The finish line was right in front of her. She saw the finish line, saw A Qian standing in the front and calling her name, and saw Xiao Guan and Xiao Zhang already holding water and towels waiting for her to cross the finish line.

She also saw all the students from Class VIII holding their number plates.

The colorful number plates seem to form a beautiful landscape in the spring breeze.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"Come on, Chelin!"

Accompanied by cheers, the car finally crossed the finish line in fourth place.

Her face flushed and she felt herself surrounded by her classmates. She took the water bottle handed to her by Xiao Zhang and took a big gulp.

She thought about pouring the remaining water over her head to cool her down, but she decided not to do it.

“Classmates!!”

Just then, Teacher Gao's voice came.

The students from Class 8 looked over.

The car also turned around suddenly.

Teacher Gao was holding the camera and taking pictures of everyone.

Xiao Che didn't have time to tidy up the strands of hair stuck to her forehead, as the camera had already recorded the last scene of her first-year sports meet.

In the photo, the mineral water bottle in her hand should be flattened, and the two small canine teeth exposed in the wind should also be filled with a hint of surprise.