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Chapter 117 117. Let me play the guitar for you

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    "You're not human, you still talk to us?" I asked him.

    "" The corner of Chen Yu's mouth twitched.

    I was really happy to see him deflated.

    "Okay, okay, let's do something serious!" Zhang Xingqiao said.

    We all shut up.

    Chen Yu flipped through his summer homework, turning the pen in his right hand around, not sure if he was doing homework or playing with the pen.

    Zhang Xingqiao and I also started reading.

    It's just that this Chen Yu is simply a source of noise pollution, just turning his pen, and he sighs from time to time.

    Almost lamented like Mulan!

    Zhang Xingqiao and I watched the first section, and then checked each other's effects in the form of questions and answers.

    Start making noise!

    Chen Yu finally found a reason not to do his homework, put down his pen, "Isn't it fair?"

    Zhang Xingqiao couldn't laugh or cry, "Why is it unfair?"

    "Someone is accompanying you to study! Why is no one accompanying me?" Chen Yu said.

    I sat aside and watched them quarrel with a smile.

    "I can't help it, this is God's gift to me!" Zhang Xingqiao had a proud face.

    "That's why I said it's unfair. Why didn't God reward me with a girl to study with me?" Chen Yu felt even more unfair.

    I was very relieved to hear Zhang Xingqiao comment on me like this.  When he met me, he should be grateful to Dade, he should be grateful to God.  Of course, when I met him, there was no problem except for the question of comparing the old ones in the exam.

    Zhang Xingqiao ignored him and turned to me, "Let's continue!"

    Seeing that he had no audience for his prank, Chen Yu didn't continue to make trouble, and went to write questions.

    Zhang Xingqiao faced me, "Briefly describe the background of the Pythagorean Theorem!"

    Me: "It is said that more than 2,500 years ago, the ancient Greek mathematician Pythagoras"

    "Zhang Xingqiao, how do you do this question?" I was interrupted by Chen Yu.

    There are so many things about this person.  First I complained about the unfairness of the world, and now I started looking for other things.

    I cast a meaningful look at him, indicating that he was thinking of ways not to do his homework, and I knew it all.

    Zhang Xingqiao leaned over to read the question.

    Chen Yu looked at me, "What are you doing looking at me like this?"

    What is he not clear about?  Don't you have a b number in mind?

    I stared straight at him.

    Zhang Xingqiao glanced at it and was about to give him a lecture.

    As a result, he was still struggling with the way I looked at him.

    "This question this way!" Zhang Xingqiao reminded him aloud in order to attract his attention back.

    Chen Yu glared at me, only then was he satisfied.

    Zhang Xingqiao tapped his head angrily, "Look at the question!"

    Chen Yu was in pain, pointed at me, and said aggrievedly: "She stared at me!"

    "Can you stare at me to death?" Zhang Xingqiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

    "It can piss me off!"

    Zhang Xingqiao directly dropped the pen in his hand, there is no way to talk about this question!

    "It's just right, let me play a piece of guitar for you?" Chen Yu's eyes sparkled, as if he had received an amnesty.

    Is it so painful to do the questions?

    It never occurred to him that he could play the guitar.

    "Okay!" I was the first to agree.

    He bounced off the rattan chair, lifted his legs and ran.

    Run to get the guitar!

    Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Xingqiao and I conducted a simple basic question and answer.

    When Chen Yu came back, he was holding a guitar bag. The bag was very new, and it was in great contrast with his clothes.

    It can be seen that this is something he cherishes very much.

    "Get everything out of the way!" he ordered us.

    Zhang Xingqiao and I hurriedly stood up, took away all the books on the rattan table, and made room for his noble guitar.

    He put the bag on the table, unzipped it, and carefully took out the guitar.

    "I've tuned it!"

    He said, and then hugged it in his arms, as if his movements were quite standard.

    Then he said solemnly: "Welcome to "Country Road"!"

    Both Zhang Xingqiao and I were amused by his very formal tone.

    But he didn't laugh and started to play.

    ? The fingers danced flexibly between the strings, and wonderful music poured out.??(Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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