The rebirth of the national school is too paranoid

Chapter 81
In a quiet place, an elegant and light piano sound came from unknown when.

Breaking the conventional style, the music is unique and unique, the tune is light and lively, the melody is elegant and smooth, the climax part is ups and downs, the accent is sonorous and powerful, majestic and shocking.

The piece adopts a roundabout style, the eighth note runs through the rhythm, and the sixteenth note is used to increase the lively. Obviously, this piece is Mozart's "Turkish March".

Hua Yin leaned on the bench, closed his eyes, and listened carefully. There was no expression on his porcelain-like delicate face, just to relax his eyes.

Before the end of the song, the piano sound stopped suddenly.

Hua Yin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his provocative black eyes, which flickered with a faint light.

It turned out to be irritable.

After a while, the piano sounded again, but it was a little more urgent, and it was no longer as comfortable as it was at the beginning, but it felt like venting anger.

It's not too jarring to play the elegant tune to such an extreme.

Good skill.

Hua Yin pursed his lips, put his mobile phone into his trouser pocket, and followed the faint light through the corridor,

I found the music room where the lights hadn't been turned off.

Through the glass, look at the indifferent and unpredictable person sitting on the piano seat, in a tuxedo, elegant and cold, like a cold and hard face carved by God himself, with slender and flexible fingers dancing on the piano like colorful butterflies,
Hua Yin leaned against the wall, pursing his lips lazily.

When did Ye Daxiaocao have troubles.

After listening for a while, Hua Yin left in front of Le Fang.

Just when he took two steps as a young man, the person sitting in front of the piano suddenly raised his head, narrowed his slender eyes, and stared at the glass door where someone was standing just now.

The facial features are all in the dark due to the lights above, coupled with the cold expression, the whole face looks particularly scary.

A low-pitched threat came from his throat, carrying a bloodthirsty anger, "Hua Yin..."

The music played by the fingers is chaotic.

It's not so much a melody, but a reminder.

Hua Yin didn't go far away, watching from the side, he naturally noticed Ye Ningsheng's abnormality.

The funny thing is that what Ye Ningsheng showed was not disgust, but hostility.

The young man slightly narrowed his eyes, did he regard him as an enemy?
Heh, interesting tight.

It's just that fun can't compare to money.

The corners of Hua Yin's lips curled into a seemingly invisible arc, and he raised his slender thighs and walked towards the end of the corridor. Hearing the messy sound of the piano behind his ears, the expression on his handsome face did not fluctuate at all.

Going out from the dark corridor, the office building of the Academic Affairs Office is facing you, and the teacher's office is a little further inside.

It was only seven o'clock, and Bai Liao was probably approving the test papers.

What should I do, I really want to find him.

the other side.

In the freshman mathematics office at this time, many teachers are busy grading papers.

Yang Wei, the director of the mathematics group, zoomed in on the test papers on the computer. A test paper was written very carefully, with neat and good handwriting. It should be very popular, but now he is so angry that his brain hurts.

Cover your face with your back.

The heart is extremely depressed.

Many teachers have already finished grading a few papers, swiping their mobile phones and waiting to get off work. Seeing Yang Wei like this, they couldn't help being suspicious.

"What's the matter, Teacher Yang?"

"Mr. Yang is not feeling well?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down for a while, and we will approve the rest."

"No, I'm fine, you guys watch the computer." Yang Wei's voice was weak for a while, feeling a little weak.

The teachers all looked at him unexpectedly.

It seems to know some great secret.

　Help me up, I can still code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)