It was definitely not easy for Lu Yumei to be praised for her composition, so other teachers put down their work and ran over to read the composition.
Mi Xuehong, the female teacher who read it first, nodded with deep approval: "Yes, this essay is indeed well written, and full marks cannot be overemphasized." As she spoke, she glanced at the other papers, and suddenly I was stunned, because this student got all the questions correct. If the essay was given full marks, wouldn't this student get 150 points
So, she said to Yan Weimin with some sourness: "Teacher Yan, the students in your class are really amazing. The basic questions are so difficult, but they answered them all correctly."
"No way."
The other teachers didn't believe it and circulated it one after another. After reading it, they couldn't help but take a breath and praised this student for being so awesome. Even if they were asked to do this test paper, they might not be able to get full marks.
Yan Weimin, who was sought after, was not happy at all. Finally, the test paper was passed to Yan Weimin. The teacher, can you tell which student it is from the notes
When he saw the notes on the scroll, Yan Weimin felt as if he had eaten a fly. This was certain that these were Song Yan's notes. The handwriting was neat and powerful, with a touch of elegance. This was the only thing about Song Yan that deserved his praise.
"Teacher Yan, can you tell who it belongs to?"
Other teachers continued to ask questions.
"Unrecognizable."
Yan Weimin said coldly, and then stuffed the test paper back into the teacher's arms, and then immersed himself in revising the test paper, but he could not calm down in his heart. Do I really have to bow to that little bastard in front of everyone and admit my mistake? Thinking of this, his face changed. Somewhat twisted and hideous.
The other teachers who noticed this scene were a little strange. What was wrong with Teacher Yan? His student obviously got good grades, but he had this expression. Only Li Youcheng, who knew the inside story, sighed secretly.
After the monthly exam, I forgot about my worries and waited for the results to come in. Yan Weimin apologized in front of all his classmates.
Walking on the way to the coffee shop, Song Yan thought about it. He hasn't been to the martial arts gym for a while. It happens to be a holiday tomorrow, so why not go to the martial arts gym to practice. Unfortunately, he couldn't meet Zhao Fengyang the first two times, otherwise he would try to compete with him. .
Although Zhao Fengyang is the owner of the gym, he rarely comes to the martial arts gym. The martial arts gym is managed by his eldest disciple He Yong, and he takes several other disciples to make movies. He serves as the martial arts instructor and several of his disciples serve as dragons. Tiger martial artist.
When he first arrived at the coffee shop, Ying'er asked him to go to the office. The landlady invited him.
"Sister Su, I heard that you are looking for me?" After this period of getting along, Song Yan has figured out Su Meier's temperament, which is informal, but also has the character of a little girl. To put it simply, she is willful.
"You haven't played a new original song in the past few days. Can you play an original song tonight?"
Su Mei'er said faintly, the white shirt and blue jeans she wore today set off her beautiful figure very well, and it was very eye-catching. Song Yan considered himself not a womanizer, but he could not tolerate it. I couldn't help but take a second look.
Facing the amazingly charming Su Meier, Song Yan couldn't say no, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll play an original song later."
Eight o'clock.
As soon as Song Yan sat down in front of the piano, there was applause in the store. After these days of playing, at least 90% of the old customers have become his fans.
He stood up quickly, saluted everyone, and said: "Now, I dedicate this song "Walking in the Rain" to everyone. Thank you everyone for supporting me. I also dedicate this song to the beautiful boss lady. Thank you for sending me the song. salary."
Hearing Song Yan's words, many people smiled, and Su Meier, who had already walked out of the office, couldn't help but curl up with a hint of pride as she muttered: "This kid is getting more and more glib."
The pleasant and joyful sound of the piano flows from Song Yan's fingers, turning into beautiful notes that penetrate into everyone's ears and hearts.
"Walking in the Rain" is a relatively brisk song, just like walking on a tree-lined path, or even more like walking freely in the drizzle...
After listening to the song "Walking in the Rain", Su Meier couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. Although this piece of music is not as original as the three songs Song Yan played before, it is still considered a good work. She has studied the three songs Song Yan played before, and the three songs, Three different types, plus this one, it makes four types.
Composers generally write music that focuses on different types. For example, some composers are good at sad music, some are good at joyful music, some are good at classical music, and some are good at modern music. If these four songs were all composed by this kid himself He is definitely a versatile composer.
You can write so many songs at such a young age, and you also have master-level playing ability. Do you want to be such a monster? To be honest, she was a little jealous of this guy. She liked the piano and listened to piano music, but her playing skills were terrible.
After the performance was over and the wages were settled, Su Meier directly gave Song Yan four hundred yuan.
"Thank you, Sister Su, for the reward." Song Yan said with a smile. The reason why he didn't refuse was because he knew it would make her unhappy.
After saying a few words, Song Yan said goodbye and returned to the dormitory.
Passing by the alley where Xiang Feifei was kidnapped last time, he subconsciously looked inside and met a pair of cold eyes.
It was a woman. The light in the alley was too dark to see her face clearly. She was leaning against the wall at the moment, covering her belly with one hand and holding a dagger in the other.
"roll!"
The other party's voice was slightly hoarse.
Song Yan frowned slightly, but in the end he said nothing. If his guess was correct, the woman should be injured because he smelled a faint smell of blood. However, the other party was obviously not an ordinary person, so he was too lazy to have a finger in the pie.
Just after walking a hundred meters, four tall men wearing black suits and sunglasses ran past him.
"She was seriously injured and couldn't run far. She should be nearby. Search carefully."
Song Yan paused, but immediately moved forward. He had a hunch that these four men dressed like bodyguards should be heading for the woman in the alley.
After taking a few more steps, Song Yan suddenly turned around and ran toward the alley.
By the time he reached the entrance of the alley, the battle was over.
The four male bodyguards were all lying on the ground, and the woman was half-kneeling on the ground.
"call out!"
A fierce sound of wind came towards Song Yan's body, and a dagger flew past his nose on one side of Song Yan's body subconsciously. If he had reacted a little slower, the dagger would have penetrated his face. For a moment, he broke out in a cold sweat. , and at the same time, there was anger in his heart.
Looking up, the woman couldn't hold herself up and fell in the alley after throwing the dagger, as if she had fainted.
"This woman is being hunted. Do I want to help her? But this woman is not an ordinary person. If I help her, will it cause trouble for myself? Besides, this woman is not a good person. She almost killed me just now. life."
Song Yan's two minds were constantly at war. In the end, he decided to take the woman away from here first. (To be continued)