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Chapter 114 It's a pity that these hands don't play the piano!

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    As soon as the police arrived, Mo Li completely let go, his limbs went limp, and he fainted to the ground.

    When he woke up again, he was lying in his room.

    ? Smooth and cheerful notes, flowing in the air.  The sound of the piano is really a great tool to calm people's hearts.

    Unknowingly, Mo Li was fascinated.  Lying quietly on the bed, the picture of seagulls circling on the rough sea appeared in my mind.

    gorgeous!

    Tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

    Why are you crying?

    Mo Li, I don't know.

    However, when he heard the sound of the piano like this, he just wanted to cry.  Obviously, the rhythm of this song is bright.

    Hearing Mo Li's sobs, Qi Yuan stopped what he was doing.

    "Don't you like it?" She frowned.  I secretly figured out which song to change.

    Mo Li shook his head in panic, and in a hurry, wiped away the tears on his face with his hands wrapped in gauze.  If you don't pay attention, the wound will be torn.

    "Ah!" Mo Li gasped.  After the hand didn't hurt so much, he noticed that his right hand, from the elbow down, had been wrapped into a big rice dumpling.

    Facing Molina's puzzled eyes, Qi Yuan smiled and said, "Soft tissue is damaged, bandaging it like this can make your hand heal sooner!"

    What is the inevitable connection between soft tissue damage and wrapping your hands into a big rice dumpling?

    Moreover, his arm seems to have only been cut with a knife. Is it necessary to make it look like his hand is broken?

    "This is my exclusive secret recipe for recovery. For the next two weeks, you must wrap your hands like this!" Qi Yuan said in a commanding tone.

    Mo Li was completely speechless.  No, just a little injury.  Apply the medicine and it will be fine in two days.  Isn't this person too surprising?

    "Remember, there are no minor injuries on your hands. Take good care of your injuries." Qi Yuan's lips sank by about 10 degrees, and Mo Li couldn't help holding his breath with that serious look.

    She is angry!

    Mo Li felt more and more strange.

    He, did he say something wrong?

    "My hands are not expensive. It's fine!"

    Mo Li wanted Qi Yuan not to pay too much attention to the gun in his hand, but as soon as the words came out, Qi Yuan's eyes were stained with anger.  Obviously, he stepped on thunder again.

    It's just that he didn't know what kind of thunder he stepped on.

    Fortunately, Qi Xiangyuan called Qi Yuan away at this time.  Otherwise, he still doesn't know how to deal with Qi Yuan.

    He is used to treating others with thorns, but he is not used to being cared about.  Especially cared about by older women.  In his memory, his mother only beat him and scolded him.

    "Are you serious?"

    "He is very talented!"

    "But, can he be accepted over there? The team atmosphere over there is not suitable for him."

    "His skills and skills are very good. It would be a pity not to take this path!"

    "His musicality is also one of a kind. He was born to learn music."

    "If he learns music, he has to start from scratch. If he follows me, he can improve his taekwondo technique."

    "Anyway, I disagree."

    "I'm looking for him, not you. Do I need your permission?"

    The quarrel outside became louder and louder. Although they tried to keep their voices down, in the end, everyone in the room heard their conversation.

    Qi Yuan was very angry, and accompanied by Qi Xiangyuan, went to the next room to rest.

    The sound insulation effect of old houses has always been poor.  Moreover, Qi Yuan and Qi Xiangyuan were standing just across a wall from Mo Li.

    "Anyway, I don't agree."

    "But, Xiaoyuan, you can't make decisions on behalf of Mo Li. That guy's taekwondo skills are really good. He's only 12 years old, and he's working as an assistant coach now.  It's also easier to be a coach."

    "He was born to learn music. Not to fight."

    "Xiao Yuan, I know you can find some of your original shadow in him. However, he is different from you. Don't be so persistent, okay?"

    "If he continues to practice taekwondo, he will be forced to fight all the time. Then, he will be kicked out of the team because of the fight. Needless to say, you know how many talented fighters are kicked out because of disputes behind their backs  Go to the sports team. There, it is not because you have good skills that you can gain a foothold. That kid, pressI just don't know how to get along with that kind of difficult person.  "

    "Xiao Yuan, calm down! You can't think about it anymore. Drink some water."

    After that, there was no sound from the next door.

    But not long after, the sound of a harmonica sounded from next door.  The beautiful canon melody floats and hovers in the air.

    Mo Li's heart trembled involuntarily.

    Her music is really an unattainable beauty.

    As dusk approached, Mo Li was taken by Qi Xiangyuan to the small room where the piano was placed.

    The orange sunlight sprinkled on Mo Li's slightly swollen face.  He narrowed his eyes involuntarily, the wound on his face was pulled, and he muttered twice subconsciously.

    "Coach Wu, someone brought it to you. Tell him yourself."

    Qi Xiangyuan sighed softly, then went out and closed the door behind him.  No one can help Mori make a decision, including Qi Yuan.

    Mo Li didn't understand why Qi Xiangyuan brought him here to meet people.  With the piano around, he couldn't concentrate.  The black and white keys with orange light look even more beautiful.

    He stared straight at the unoccupied piano bench.

    With such a good opportunity, he really wanted to sit on it and play the piano as he wished.  Canon's melody is still echoing in my ears, what kind of performance will he make?

    Mo Li felt more and more that the people around him were an eyesore, and it would be fine if he wasn't there.

    He is not confident that he can show off his unfamiliar playing skills in front of strangers.

    When will he leave!

    Mo Li wrinkled his nose irritably.  Coach Wu was keenly aware of the change in Mo Li's mood, and couldn't help but sighed softly.

    He hasn't said anything yet, but the answer seems to have come out.

    "I am Coach Wu of the Provincial Taekwondo Team. Zeng Yue should have mentioned me to you. Your Taekwondo practice is very good. I hope you can join the team as a training partner." Coach Wu said expressionlessly.

    From the time he entered the room until now, Mo Li never looked back at him.  He kept staring at the lifeless piano. Could it be that the piano was prettier than this handsome man?

    He hasn't said anything yet, but the answer seems to have come out.

    "I am Coach Wu of the Provincial Taekwondo Team. Zeng Yue should have mentioned me to you. Your Taekwondo practice is very good. I hope you can join the team as a training partner." Coach Wu said expressionlessly.

    From the time he entered the room until now, Mo Li never looked back at him.  He kept staring at the lifeless piano. Could it be that the piano was prettier than this handsome man?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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