Supreme High School Students: Bad Seniors

Chapter 54 "The Freckled Girl" Surprises Everyone 【12】

Ouyang Qiming's piano sound reminded many guests of the past, beautiful, sad and miserable.

Guoguo's pure and soft singing, led by Ouyang Qiming's piano, infected all the guests in the venue:

Don't sigh, the splendor tonight belongs only to you
Please lean against the gentle sunshine and feel the deep blue sky

Don't be sad, put away your sorrows
In the far distance, there is someone waiting for you to dock

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Ouyang Qiming's ten fingers undulate on the keys very slowly, and the ten fingers seem to have become an inseparable part of the keys. Every undulation, coupled with Guoguo's soft singing voice, brings up a poetic and picturesque melody, which gradually penetrates into everyone's heart In the deepest part of the soul.

Suddenly, the originally quiet hands became lighter, and Guoguo's singing became lively and surging along with the sound of the piano.

A piano and a song are like a spring morning, full of endless vigor and vitality.

The sound of the piano is like a ray of dazzling sunshine, lighting up the windows of people's hearts, and the sound of singing is like a cool summer breeze, blowing away the heat.

Everyone felt as if they were going to dance and sing with the sound of the piano and the singing.

The incomparably agile hands on the keys, like elves, danced joyfully.

Guoguo took a deep breath, took another breath and continued to sing:

Don't complain, no one is sorry
Please keep your eyes open, the world is so colorful
Don't complain, drive away the loneliness
Around you, there is someone who has been accompanying you to grow

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It is said that the good time is always so short, and the joy lasted for more than two minutes. When the guests were still unsatisfied, the cheerful sound of the piano and singing stopped quietly.

The pause of a few seconds suddenly tightened the hearts of the guests who were just full of joy and looking forward to the future, as if hinting that something was about to happen.

The simple pause gave the guests a sense of an approaching thunderstorm.

Finally, Ouyang Qiming's left hand was like lightning, playing a thunderous bass in the low range.

And the right hand, like a rebellious galloping horse, quickly swept straight up from the bass area.

Bringing up a series of rhythms as fine as raindrops, full of bravery and solemnity.

(End of this chapter)