The anniversary of the school of Dongyi Affiliated High School is the second day after it ends.

After urging Egawa Nagisa to get married through various tricks, she dragged her tired body back to Shibuya's residence, took a shower, lay on the bed and slept until dawn.

If it weren't for Jiang Chuan Fengrong's phone call, he might have been late.

In the second year of the senior year of Shengya Women, there were students who were reviewing in the corridor with books and almost a few meters away. Some were single and some were in groups.

"What's wrong, the black-haired boy is someone you know?" asked passerby classmate A.

"Well! But he probably doesn't know me..." said classmate B.

"Who is that boy? Why did he walk next to Jiangchuan Fengrong!" Passerby classmate C noticed the existence of Jiangchuan Fengrong and hurriedly asked.

"My eldest lady, don't you know this? The boy you are talking about is Jiangchuan Nagisa from Class E. He is an extremely conspicuous type. He topped the school forum on the first day of school." Passerby classmate B replied, pausing for a while and continued: "It is rumored that he and Jiangchuan Fengrong have a very close relationship, not the kind of relative relationship in the family."

"Couple? Fiancée?" Passerby classmate A closed his mouth and shouted anxiously.

Similar words are constantly happening around Jiangchuanzhu and Jiangchuan Fengrong.

Now for second-grade students, Nagisa Egawa has never been so famous. He tied with the powerful Kendo Society Chief, Mio, and won the first place in the anniversary party of the Dongyi Affiliated High School as a foreign player.

With his super perception, all the conversations around him were included in his ears without saying a word.

The corners of Eikawa Nagisa's mouth rose slightly, and the content of the discussion made him feel happy and nourished his "arrogance".

The corners of Eikawa Nagisa's mouth rose slightly, and the content of the discussion made him feel happy and nourished his "arrogance".

Jiangchuan Nagisa and Jiangchuan Fengjun walked side by side in the corridor of the second-grade department. The combination of handsome men and beautiful women attracted everyone's attention. This combination was like a super lemon splasher, conveying and rendering "jealousy".

The black-haired boy seemed to be like a stone Buddha. If he hadn't seen a friendly and pleasant expression when talking to the girls around him, most people would have thought he was a facial paralysis.

However, facial paralysis is indeed a "mask" that Ekawa Nagisa has always customized for himself at school, which saves a lot of unnecessary trouble.

When the black-haired boy stepped into the second-grade E class classroom, it was like a cold wave that instantly made the flowers growing in the greenhouse wilt. But when he saw the cold scene effect he brought with him with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but sigh how out of place he was with others in this class. He hoped that he would be much better in college in the future.

Nagisa Ekawa leaned against a chair, holding the book in one hand and reading the contents of the book with relish, with an extremely relaxed expression.

In his hand is a book called "A Thousand Methods of Marketing" and there is also a book called "World History" on the table. Although he had a set of ideas in his mind, he still felt it was necessary to read books about marketing again. The success and failure of a product are actually closely related to marketing. People say that wine is not afraid of deep alleys, but the fact is that a lot of gold is buried in the dust, and it has been a long time since it was discovered.

And that product may no longer be suitable for this era.

Seeing the arrival of Egawa Nagisa, Hirose Eri showed a eager expression.

The book held by Nagisa in the air, a white jade finger rubbed back and forth above the book. Sometimes one end of the book would jump to the other end of the book, and then occasionally flipped the pages. Finally, the owner of the finger felt a little impatient and hooked the book with force.

Nagisa Ekawa looked at a pair of eyes that caught his eyes, with curious light flashing inside, and one hand was placed on his desk, and the corners of his mouth were raised significantly when he saw him.

"Hirose, it's time for morning reading now. Will it affect other people's attention?" The black-haired boy put the overturned books back in front of him, blocking the other party's vision.

"I just want to chat with Ekawa classmate. Besides, am I not as good as books?" Hirose Eri said seriously.

"What kind of tiger and wolf word is this..."

The black-haired boy swayed his answer.

But soon the secretary in his hand was slapped on the car table by Hirose Eri again. He leaned forward, and her eyes were fixed on the innocent black-haired boy, and said in a serious tone, "I really didn't lie to you. I was told by my mother. When she saw me, any books became boring and boring.

The corners of Ekawa Nagisa's mouth twitched slightly, thinking to himself: "The purity of "simple" is a bit high."

After a while, after finally sending Hirose Eri, the bell for class rang.

Just as Enagisa was envisioning a good morning, a woman wearing a Lolita with her twin ponytails came in from the door.

She has a clear and beautiful face, her bright eyes are clear and clear, and under the fluffy air bangs is a standard melon-shaped face. There is an indescribable tenderness and love between her eyebrows.

Her arrival gave the students in the class signs of restlessness.

The squad leader Fujiwara Chiki shouted and stood up.

And Ekawa Nagisa, who was sitting in the last row, certainly stood up and echoed: "Hello teacher."

This woman who is dressed in one and two-dimensional clothes exudes a youthful atmosphere is actually a music teacher? He has no impression of Ekawa Nagisa. Where did the male music teacher go before?

Some teachers in the secondary class are not good, and at most they can't remember their names, but based on their appearance, he can also recognize whether they are teachers in the class.

If I had taken her class, Ezuru would have an impression, but this person had no impression at all. He replied in his heart: "How could it be the new old man?"

The subsequent sound surprised Jiangzhu even more.

"Please stand up when I was sitting."

The whole classroom was silent for a moment, and everyone looked back at him. There was only a small sound of wind in the silent space.

Nagisa Ekawa muttered in his heart, "The campus experience is a bad one."

Ekawa Nagisa slowly stood up and said, "I am."

"Your music is great and your piano is great. Do you want to come to the school orchestra?"

While talking, the woman Lolita looked up and down at the black-haired boy in the back row and nodded, "Student Jiangchuan, this should be our first time meeting in the classroom. After you performed at the Dongyi School anniversary, I was looking forward to today. I also asked you after the end of yesterday, but because there were too many people, I didn't see you. I just came back from France some time ago. I had troubled the teacher Komura to take over my class."

"I will now officially introduce to the new classmates in Class E, Hanoin Sakurai, your music teacher."

I feel sad and have no impression. It turns out that this music teacher is not in Tokyo.

Ekawa Nagisa remembers that a music class was occupied by Yuka Miyazaki last week and used for class meetings.

In my heart, Eichuan Nagisa has agreed that music classes are not in the class schedule.

Just as Ekawa Nagisa was about to sit down, her butt was almost falling onto the chair.

Hana Sakurai interrupted his butt and could not get out of the air.

"Can you play "Glassy      Sky" again? I think many of the classmates who came here to sit again have never heard of it."

Nagisa Egawa felt like he had stepped into another trouble pile, and things began to become more than he expected. With his historical status in the school and his negative rumors, the degree of attention he would be greatly reduced after a few days of neutralization.

He can start the daily life of the invisible man again.

Nagisa Egawa looked around and said lightly: "There is no piano."

The voice of Hanoto Sakurai seemed to be a little lamb who was tempted by a demon. "There are music activities teachers, and the Steinway imported from the United States that the school spent $200,000 last month. How about trying it out if you want to!"

Teachers like this are usually used by orchestras, and ordinary students can only use it with the teacher's permission. Sakurai Hanain's words make the students present eager to try it out. They want to change the environment than in the classroom. What brand of pianos is completely unattractive to them. What really attracts them is the conversation between Sakurai Hanain and Ekawa Nagisa. Of course, I also want to hear what kind of song "Glassy     Sky" is so popular.

Ekawa Nagisa shrugged. Most people could tell that it was not Kotoshi's problem, but that he didn't want to play it at all. "Teacher Sakurai would rather forget it. The courses will be delayed on the road."

Hanoi Sakurai doesn't seem to plan to let E Nagisa go, "Today's class, that song is an important part of it."

Sakurai Hanyin came prepared this time. She even asked the physics teacher for the next class to borrow the class, hoping to have an in-depth exchange with Ekawa Nagisa to relieve her curiosity, and casually explain to the students in the classroom the culture of live (live) music that she had wanted to talk about long ago.

If she was usually anxious for this class, if a teacher would lend her class to other teachers without hesitation, but this time it would not work even if the principal came to her to ask for a class.

Yesterday, because of Ekawa Nagisa's performance, Hanino Sakurai was excited for a whole night.

As a result, she almost suffered from insomnia. She had less than four hours of sleep. However, when she thought of seeing her student, Eikawa Nagisa, she was excited as if she had chicken blood.

So much so that outsiders can't tell that she only slept for four hours yesterday.

When Sakurai Hanino saw the black-haired boy's expression of disbelief, she turned on the courseware and opened it and raised it high towards Ekawa... Nagisa.

"Live's Lecture Notes" appears in the title of the textbook.

This distance can naturally be seen clearly under Jiang Zhu's vision.

It seems that this Sakurai Hanino comes prepared...

On the way to the activity classroom, Ekawa Nagisa walked at the end of the team, and his people who accompanied him changed from Hirose Eri to Sakurai Hanoi

"Would Eichuan come to the orchestra? Eichuan Fengjun is here too. I have the right to invite you." Hana Sakurai's slender fingers curled up with long hair, looking like she was eating Tingzusa.

Nagisa Ekawa shook his head and said expressionlessly: "The orchestra is not interested in joining at the moment."

Most of the students in Shengya Women's Gaoli have been educated by elites, and they have been influenced by the communication between adults. The top club of this school is the best connection resource in this ivory tower. The relationship with each other's common hobbies is naturally warming up rapidly.

In the past, Nagisa Ekawa might nodded and agreed. An invitation for a person who loves music is irresistible. There are quite a few classical instruments in the Saint-Ya Women's High School, but there are only a few places in the orchestra in a year. They are all vacant after the graduates leave, and they have always been in a state of too many monks and too little porridge.

Walking into the activity classroom, there was a piano covered with red curtains on the stage in the empty room.

"Student Jiangchuan, I'll satisfy my little wish. I think everyone will want to hear it." When Hanoi Sakurai said this, her face seemed to have melted, like a delicate flower, which made people unable to help but feel the urge to take care of her in their arms.

Nagisa Ekawa raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "That's not necessarily the case. Maybe you hate me to play."

Hanoto Sakurai held the podium with both hands, and said with a look of disbelief: "Will anyone in the class hate Ezuka's performance? Just kidding! That song can be made into a fine product, and it will definitely be listened and covered repeatedly."

Sakurai Hanino's loud speech attracted the attention of the students in Class E. They all looked at Sakurai Hanino with confusion.

Most people have to admit that Hana Sakurai is constantly praising Ekawa Nagisa, which is a disgusting factor.

As the mood changes in the room, Eikawa Nagisa naturally knew it well.

Amid everyone's questioning eyes, the black-haired boy walked towards the piano on the stage.

Jiangchuan Nagisa fiddled with the keys, and this piano was much better than the one he played yesterday.

The tone is accurate and more rounded, and the melody is layered. As soon as Eikawa Nagisa plays it, you know that this piano must have been tuned by a master.

Craft is one of the important parameters for evaluating the quality of a piano.

The birth of a piano can be called the birth of an art.

It is the rigorous requirements of craftsmen, which is the source of product progress and the golden key to success in the brand.

Jiangchuan Nagisa set the height of the seat to his appropriate position, his fingers jumped on the keys, and the melody imprinted in his memory turned into a score at this time. His fingertips streaked across a row of keys, and a series of thorough and crisp sounds followed, like cold jade beads scattered on the jade plate. Those familiar melodies that once emerged in memory, and the notes leaped between nerves and fingertips followed the melody.

The melody echoed in the activity classroom, and the tone changed drastically as the black-haired boy played. The sound gradually changed from a slight strangeness and stereotype at the beginning to agility and pleasantness.

This process was caused by his familiarity with the piano, and the basic skills icons of music immediately became dark.

The black-haired boy was obviously immersed in it.

It may take several years or more than ten years for ordinary people to do this, but it only takes a moment for Jiangchuanzhu.
Chapter completed!