MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 15 : Raise her but not you

The level of entertainment in this world is not very high, so Yu Xianzhisheng did not have much expectations before listening to the performance. However, when this set of piano songs by Kirima Hiiraichi was released, Yu Xianzhisheng won the Unexpected look.

In terms of performance alone, it belongs to the intermediate level of the high level. After a set of performances, except for a few temporary changes that can be heard at the end, everything else can be described very well.

The biggest downside is the tune.

This piano piece titled "Hometown of Dongye" itself has a slightly worse artistic conception. The first half is melodious and soft, but the second half is quiet and bleak. Go home and eat the youngest? According to the ABRSM assessment standard of King's College, it is "humanity cannot achieve the combination of music and society. ’.

Well, but it is quite in line with the current economic situation, a group of depressed people.

The composer is quite talented, but failed to jump out of the inherent cognition. If the ending is replaced by a high will to start again, then the entire piano piece will be raised to a higher level, even infinitely close to the song "Hometown" in the previous world. original landscape".

A pianist and a novelist are essentially no different, both telling stories about themselves or others.

Speaking of Hiiragi Tongma himself, he actually shed a few tears while playing. If a layman hears it, he will find it ridiculous and hypocritical, but only those who are deeply involved in music will know what a precious gift of empathy this is. .

Next time I have the opportunity to play "The Original Landscape of My Hometown" for him, let's see if he can be inspired to fully adapt and evolve that song "Hometown of Dongye".

"Kiujiro's Summer" can also be played to him, and "Castle in the Sky" is no problem, even if Kirima Hiroichi tells others that these are all created by Kirima.

The little abacus in Yu Xianzhisheng's heart was playing brightly.

The more talented and hard-working people like Hiroichi Kirima, the happier he will be. The stage lights are all condensed on them, and I can play around freely.

Tongma-jun, you, I have settled for it.

......

Under everyone's attention, Kuroki Hitomi stood on the dais.

Maybe she understands that today's task is important, or maybe it's because the little girl is angry. Today, she is dressed like a black swan with her head held high. In the dark night, the tube top dress is elegant and noble, embellished with platinum tassel, and skirt support. The round mouth like a carp streamer wraps around her thighs, and the belt around her waist is as tight as a collapsing string, creating a compact waist curve like a flower.

Her hair was tangled in a tuft at the back of her head, like a little tiger lying down. She hasn't blinked once since she came to power, her hazel eyes seemed to freeze in time.

Without saying a word, she started to move.

Obviously not even the track is reported!

The bow slammed violently, like lightning and thunder.

The violently rubbed violin sounded sharp and sharp, whipping like a storm. The rain outside the gym was already heavy, but it was covered by the violent anger of the violin for a while, and it felt like the world was about to be destroyed.

The violin stopped abruptly.

At the last moment of tearing open the wound, it stopped.

The bow of the violin turned three times in a row on the fingers, like a beautiful stream drawn by an embroidered sword. Heimu Tong blinked, pointed into the microphone, and shouted: "Yu Xian Zhisheng! Get out!"

The sound of electricity reverberated in the gym where the needles could be heard.

Then the tumultuous roar of the students almost exploded the roof of the gymnasium.

is diss! !

Hitomi Kuroki from Class S is using her violin to scold that boy in the air!

The students of the primary school attached to the art of Dongda University can understand this. In the past, when the Hokkaido No. 1 Art Academy came to have a friendly exchange, everyone did this.

However, Heimu Tong would not be so aggressive because of a newly transferred adopted son. There must be some reason behind this. Anyway, looking at Heimu Tong's hateful expression of wanting to destroy everything, it will definitely not be a good thing!

"What's the matter?" asked President Zeye Kazushu.

"It's just a play between the children." Okaba Ryuo quickly explained that he was the one who poured the dirty water. If he wanted to pour it, he must have poured it all the way. No one would believe the excuse of a child who just transferred.

Yu Xianzhi was stunned.

Being scolded twice a day, whoever is not angry.

Did I provoke you to mess with you?

Thinking about it carefully, there is no grudge between him and Hitomi Kuroki. He still knew from the performance list just now that the girl he met in the parking lot in the morning was her, called Hitomi Kuroki.

Yu Xianzhisheng's eyes fell on the ceremony table of the school board, and from a distance, he noticed the gloomy smile on the corner of Okabata Ryuo's mouth, and the happiness of the villain.

Sure enough it was you.

Yu Xianzhi thought for a while, stood up, raised his hand: "I'm here."

The uproar and boos suddenly enveloped him.

Miyamoto Yukiko covered her mouth in surprise. It was a scene that she couldn't even dream of.

This time talking about Kuroki Hitomi panicked.

Who would have thought that the child he met in the morning was Yu Xian Zhisheng, and the Okaba-ryu man only told her the name of the child who called her an orphan, but did not show her the photo, who would know it was him.

Do you want to give him the game console to play in the morning? What a shame!

Fate is such a coincidence, just as a violin has only four strings but can perform thousands of changes, life is always more unexpected than a novel.

"Okay! He still looks like a man!" Hitomi Kuroki pointed at him with a bow. "Stand there, don't run away."

"I will be here." Yu Xianzhi said.

His voice was engulfed by waves of discussion.

On the screen of the ceremony table, the violin song "Feng Lin Huo" by Hitomi Kuroki was written. It was written in pure italics instead of Japanese. Yu Xian Zhisheng, who saw the name, couldn't help but be stunned.

It is as swift as the wind, as soft as a forest, as invading as fire, and as motionless as a mountain. "Feng Lin Huo" is from the fighting spirit of Sun Tzu's art of war, can it also be used on the violin?

Yu Xian Zhisheng, who has always lacked interest, has a little interest for the first time.

Kuroki Hitomi took a deep breath, the song was not yet released, and she was murderous. This tense and bursting atmosphere couldn't help but let people take a deep breath with her, and the sense of substitution was very strong.

Kill the strings! Killing intent skyrocketed!

The sudden murderous aura swept through the cold air, and his heart trembled like a pine wind roaring.

- The iron cavalry protrudes and the sword fires.

The sound of the piano surrounds the jungle, and the four generals of Fenghuo and Huanlin are fighting each other.

- The sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

Like blood splattered on her face and wet clothes, the girl standing on the battlefield picked up a large sharp knife from the ground and stabbed into the enemy's flesh and blood, bones and muscles being shattered with a trembling sound.

Cadence, tactfully enthusiastic.

This should be a battle song that hangs down from the nine heavens.

Yu Xianzhi was stunned, and felt that the blood was burning. He knew that the killing intent was aimed at him, but he felt relieved that he didn't want it.

The strength of this little girl is far beyond his imagination, just like the invincible military commander Miyamoto Musashi found the treasure-like girl Atong in the dim light.

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Tongma-kun, sorry, I won't support you for now.