Big Shot’s Reincarnation Sweeps the World

A gentle and demure girl wearing a fresh floral dress is sitting on a bench and playing the piano.

She lowered her eyes, the sun seemed to dance on her eyelashes.

In fact, Sheng Yue's best skill is not the piano, but the violin. The reason why she hides this is because Han Jingyu is best at the violin. In order to perform with him, she chose the piano.

In fact, she will not lose to anyone on the violin alone.

That day, because of seeing her piano performance, Mr. Yang felt that her musical skills were average, and it was too arbitrary.

Where can I see high-end musical instruments such as piano and violin in the small mountain village where Sheng Yang lives? There is only a triangle, and you can only practice this day and night. Even if you are a fool, you can practice it to become a master.

Therefore, Sheng Yang's musical attainment is not comparable to his own at all!

Old Yang also pricked up his ears and listened carefully. The music seemed to be pretty good.

Then he glanced at Sheng Yue, who was not far away. It was quite impressive that he could make so much progress in a short period of time.

Qian Xianchao pointed at Sheng Yue, his face was cold, and he said to Yang Lao, "She was the one you said you wanted to accept?"

Before Old Yang could answer, "I said, did you get water in your head?"

Sheng Yue's hand playing the violin was confused for a while, making a "crunch" sound, and then completely wrong, and the rhythm was difficult to find.

"At this level, do you really want to call me here? You really get confused as you get older!" Qian Xianchao trained Elder Yang as if he was training his grandson. They are obviously about the same age, but in the world of music, it is rank. Very clear.

"Of course not." Mr. Yang hurriedly clarified, but he didn't want to be scolded by his mentor.

"It's fine, otherwise I thought you had Alzheimer's..."

Qian Xianchao is usually a vicious tongue, but today it seems that because he is in a bad mood, this is even more extreme.

The two bypassed Sheng Yue and walked directly to the teaching building.

Sheng Yue put down the violin, trembling with anger.

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In the seventh class classroom, everyone was bustling and noisy.

Suddenly, two old men appeared at the door, and they probed their brains. Some people wondered if this was the bad guy.

Fang Duo touched his chin, "Why do I think these two old men are familiar."

Ou Ye came over, "I also think, whose grandfather is it?"

"No, no! I've seen them on TV!" Fang Duo suddenly remembered, "On the left is Mr. Yang, who stood behind at the last school celebration, and Mr. Qian on the right. The leaders have personally presented awards to him. "

Ou Ye glanced at her, thinking that all her memory was spent watching TV, no wonder she didn't get good grades.

"Then what are these two doing here? Our class is not an art class, and there are not many art students."

Sheng Yang had just finished a page of the paper, turned it over, and did a few more questions. A classmate came in in a hurry, "Xue Shen, someone is looking for you!"

She looked up and saw that it was Old Yang again. The old man next to her was also very familiar. She had sent her resume and registration photos in the chat software before. She pursed her lips and said nothing. question.

It is really unbearable to ask people to go out before the obsessive-compulsive disorder is finished.

So she didn't get up and continued to do the question.

"So, what you're talking about is this girl, wasting our precious time and making us wait for her here?" Old Qian's face twitched, and he wanted to leave immediately.

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