Anti-Quick Transmigration System: Black-bellied male god, please take the move!

Chapter 41 High Cold School Belle: I'm Sorry, I Just Want to Study 41
"No way." Her answer was a little cramped.

But he was noncommittal to her answer, turned his head and continued playing.

But when she secretly exhaled and put her hands on the keys again, she suddenly heard him say: "Just now your high-pitched rhythm is slightly different from the low-pitched part. Although it is not very obvious, it is obviously following the memory of your fingers. Playing mechanically. So, what were you thinking?"

"I didn't think about anything." She continued to argue without blushing, and he stopped obsessing over this issue and continued with the ensemble training.

It's just that she will inevitably secretly turn her eyes to him occasionally.

Yesterday... She also said that she likes herself, but today the two seem to be back to the past, just a shallow distance between ordinary classmates.

She looked at his focused and serious expression at the moment, as if he had really devoted himself to the performance. Such concentration made him extremely dazzling.

But this is a person who shamelessly teased her yesterday, but today is as serious as if everything was imagined by her out of thin air. It really makes her a little uncertain...

As she thought about it, she suddenly shook her head, trying to drive these useless thoughts out of her mind.

She... didn't mind the distance, she was just a little strange, wondering if he had forgotten what he said yesterday?Or is this person... a genius at all? !

"Ouch!"

As she was thinking about it, the person who had closed his eyes and seriously played the piano suddenly stopped playing again, and stretched out his hand to play on her swollen forehead.

She covered her forehead, raised her eyes and glared at him angrily.

"What are you thinking? You're so out of your mind so early in the morning." He frowned and approached her with somewhat searching eyes, his expression serious as if he really wanted to see something unusual on her face.

At such a close distance, even though she leaned back somewhat awkwardly, she could still see his slender eyelashes and even the clear lines in his pupils.

But he just...is such a serious look.

It seemed that every little bit of her thinking was a kind of blasphemy against his sincere attitude.

She still moved to the seat next to the piano chair, trying to distance herself from him.

But just as she moved to the side, he suddenly sat down beside her like this, as if she moved to the side to make room for him so naturally.

After he sat down, he didn't look at her. He just looked at the strings in his hand intently. After a while, he turned around and said to her: "Music is a kind of magic. It has the magic power of moving people's hearts and traveling through time. Serious performance is also the magic power." A kind of responsibility to ourselves and the music itself, so I hope we can earnestly complete these few days of training, you say, okay?"

His expression was serious and candid. In front of him, she suddenly felt like a student who had made a mistake, so she nodded uneasy.

He put down the violin in his hand in relief, looked at her embarrassed appearance and chuckled in a low voice: "As for what you are thinking... After the training is over every day, I belong to you, and I can let you see enough."

He looked at her with an indescribable smile. Damn, she thought the person in front of her was serious just now? !She must be crazy!

She stretched out her hand and pushed him annoyedly: "Get up! Don't sit here and delay my training!"

"It's because I didn't think carefully." Heller still stood up with a smile, and stood a little further away: "How can you concentrate on training when I'm by your side?"

Damn it, what she meant was obviously that he was sitting at the piano with such a big body, and he didn't play with four hands, even if the cow was a piece of wood, it would be a hindrance, okay? !
(End of this chapter)