The Body Swap Game

"A jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date, ask the blue sky about the wine, what year is it today, the sound of firecrackers is a year away, the spring breeze..."

Pinching Kong Hanyue's cheek, Xia Yu looked at her: "Speak human."

"We are a small school that is about to perish, the flower school, there is no space."

Kong Hanyue began to explain honestly: "The southern school is quite special in terms of temperament, the inflection is shifty, and most of them are lyrical songs, while the northern school mostly uses the middle finger to press the strings.

"What about the flower pie?" Xia Yu asked.

"There are many tricks." Kong Hanyue said.

Seeing Xia Yu's puzzled expression, Kong Hanyue continued, "It's just that there are a lot of skills. Let's not mention fast four o'clock, clipping, and string picking. There are even more difficult ones."

"...It's because there are so many techniques that no one learns this genre, right?" Xia Yu already understood the situation.

"As long as you learn the technique, you can learn it. What's more important is that if the technique is too distracting, the grasp of the rhythm will be poor. If you don't practice hard, or you are an outstanding genius, you can't learn it. There are also a bunch of people who are jealous of us and promote us to show off. More skill than emotion!" Kong Hanyue was angrily.

When Xia Yu heard this, he already had the idea of ​​changing genres.

But he just thought about it.

"Go on to the next song."

Staying with Kong Hanyue until ten o'clock in the evening, Xia Yu took the last subway and returned home.

"Brother, are you back?"

As soon as he entered the house, Xia Yu saw Youxue. The girl was sitting on the sofa, watching tv.

There was nothing to watch on TV, she was waiting for Xia Yu.

Regarding the fact that he went out at night, Xia Yu used the reason of practicing for the competition.

"Go to sleep, don't wait for me."

After watching Youxue enter the room, Xia Yu put down his schoolbag and walked to the bathroom.

After five minutes of washing, he turned off the light and went back to the bedroom.

Five minutes later, Youxue's door opened, and the girl tiptoed to the bathroom, picked up Xia Yu's coat and smelled it.

"perfume scent!"

...

On Saturday, Xia Yu got up at eight o'clock, and after washing up, landed on An Siyao's body at half past nine.

Now, he has 4700 game points in his hands, it's time to continue learning the piano.

Four thousand and seven game points were exchanged by him for nine double experience cards, leaving three hundred and eighty points.

"Shall we continue to learn to praise the sun today?" An Siyao asked.

"Yes." Xia Yu lifted the lid of the piano and began to practice.

Praise the Sun is a relatively rebellious piece, and its characteristic is slow, very slow.

But slowness is not easy to grasp, just like riding a bicycle, the slower it is, the more difficult it is. The slower you play, the more difficult it is to master the balance.

At ten times the speed, with only one hour left before the end of the eight hours, Xia Yu was finally able to finish playing this piece.

After another half an hour of familiarization, Xia Yu stopped and still had half an hour of experience cards left, put down the violin cover, and came to the bedroom.

The rest of the time should be the time to talk to An Siyao.

But both of them are not people who like to chat, and the topic of interest has been chatted for so many days, so today, it is rare to enter silence.

Since there is nothing to talk about, then don't talk, forced chat will only increase the burden.

Yawning, Xia Yu opened An Siyao's laptop and browsed casually on it.

He was watching the jokes of sand sculpture netizens on the forum, when suddenly a bullet box popped up below.

Even high-class people can't do anything about these bullet boxes?

Moving the mouse to the upper right corner of the bullet box, Xia Yu glanced at it,

It turned out that it was not an advertisement, but a news bullet box.

He was about to press his index finger, and found another interesting title.

"The first musical instrument competition for middle school students in the whole region has been confirmed to start in November"

As the principal said before, the competition will start in November and the final will be in December.

The time is not too tight, and there is still some plenty, so it is not a problem.

Although An Siyao couldn't control Xia Yu's body, no matter what sensory stimulation Xia Yu had, she could still get feedback.

So, after Xia Yu glanced at the title of the competition, An Siyao also saw the title.

"Are you interested in the musical instrument competition?" the girl asked.

Xia Yu thought for a second. Since he glanced at it, it was hard to deny that he was not interested.

"A little bit." Xia Yu said.

"Will you go to participate?" An Siyao asked again.

"I can't participate." Xia Yu lied.

An Siyao had no doubts. In her feeling, how could Xia Yu, who was able to oppress the head maid and face a dozen strong men without changing his expression, be still a middle school student?

"Then if I'm in, can you see me?" she said.

"???"

Silently removing the first place from his expectations, Xia Yu said casually, "I can watch the replay, and I hope this video can be kept for ten years."

"Hey, did you come from ten years ago?" An Siyao was surprised.

"Um."

"What will I look like in the future?"

"He died in a plane crash five years ago."

"Why is this!" An Siyao was very frustrated.

She tried to save herself: "I'm not dead now, so can I change the future? I won't fly in the future!"

"Good idea."

After a few perfunctory sentences, Xia Yu complained in his heart why he couldn't help watching the news just now. At the same time, he also reflected on the disguise he had prepared to see if there was anything wrong with it.

He couldn't tell An Siyao not to participate in that competition, it was too deliberate.

A minute later, An Siyao's voice sounded again: "Did you just lie to me?"

"You just realized it?" Xia Yu expressed surprise.

"Don't always bully me!" The girl protested feebly.

"Actually, I came from a parallel world." Xia Yu said again.

"I don't know which one is the truth." An Siyao had given up thinking, "Anyway, if I participate in that competition, you can see mine, right?"

"I can see you now," Xia Yu said.

"That's different." What An Siyao wanted was for Xia Yu to use his real eyes to look at him.

After confirming that Xia Yu could see it, she decided to participate in the competition.

Xia Yu hesitated for a moment and said nothing more.

In fact, he also kind of wants to meet this little silly girl in reality.

As long as they reach the finals, they will definitely meet.

There is no problem with the camouflage prepared by yourself, and it will not be eye-catching, and the risk is extremely low.

The first is that there is no hope at all.

But the first one is too ostentatious, so don't worry about it.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Xia Yu returned to his body. At this time, Tuo Yu had also finished his part-time job.

Taking out his phone, Xia Yu glanced at the date.

It is now September 26th, and there is only one month left until November.

After returning to the locker room to change, Xia Yu walked towards Kong Hanyue's house.

On the subway, because of the push and hustle and bustle of the people behind, a teenager who was about his age bumped into him.

"Sorry." The boy was very polite.

"It's okay." Xia Yu nodded and watched the young man sit on the empty seat in the next car.

He felt that the other party looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Zhong Yunze, who was sitting in the next car, didn't have the slightest familiarity with Xia Yu. He glanced at his phone and smiled.

When I come home suddenly, my mother will be very surprised.