Originally, when Li Ang borrowed the violin from him, the blond boy was still looking down on him, obviously not thinking that Li Ang could perform well. These resident artists were all a little proud.
In his opinion, this Asian man was trying to be fashionable in front of that beautiful lady.
Then when he heard Li Ang's violin playing, his expression was very surprised.
'Für Elise' is Beethoven's famous song, but it is difficult to play it on the violin. The piano has chords, and it is played with both hands. There are high and low notes. If you play the violin, you can only have one tone.
, if the level is not good, it will be very monotonous.
And this Asian's playing skills are quite superb, but this young man thinks that his own level is not up to this level.
There were many customers in the cafe, all talking softly. At this moment, they were all attracted by the soft music. Some people were subconsciously surprised that it was the resident artist playing, but when they looked over, they were surprised to see that it was the resident artist.
A young man with an Asian face.
Leon played the violin and looked at Alice affectionately. Only he and Alice understood what this piece of music meant at this moment.
To Alice!
After one song, the lingering sound lingers.
Li Ang returned the violin to the young man and handed him a large banknote.
The young man took over his violin, but did not accept the banknote.
Li Ang was surprised, but the other party said in amazement, "Being able to hear such a great performance is already the best reward."
Seeing that the other party refused to accept it, Li Ang smiled and invited Alice with his empty hand. The girl smiled and handed over her little white hand.
Just then there was a round of applause in the coffee shop.
After walking out of the cafe, Li Ang asked Alice, "Do you like it?"
Alice nodded excitedly, feeling happy in her heart. Although Li Ang did not say those words today, the relationship between the two of them has become closer, and they both understand each other's thoughts.
This feeling of you understanding and me understanding, the warm and gentle water flowing, is wonderful.
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Huaxia University of Political Science and Law.
Mao Zhengyi, also known as Da Mao, looked at the T-shirt he was wearing with some trepidation, "Isn't this too much?"
"I think it's pretty good." Zhang Quanda said with a smile.
Wang Dapeng looked at the T-shirts worn by his friends, then looked at his own, and also smiled.
"Let's go, guys! This is the first show of our 'Li Ang Support Group'!" Then he strode out.
Zhang Quanda was smiling, Xie Xingxing was a little helpless, Mao Zhengyi sighed and followed them out of the dormitory closely.
"Idiot!" In the dormitory, Han Tao was obviously isolated now. He looked at the backs of several people and cursed, but his eyes showed envy.
A beautiful scene appeared on the campus of Huaxia University of Political Science and Law.
Four students, wearing white T-shirts, held a sign that read: Congratulations to Li Ang for leading the team to the semi-finals of the Spanish Cup!
The T-shirt also clearly says: Li Ang is not a liar!
When the surrounding students saw this scene, they were first surprised, and then burst into laughter. Many people gathered around to watch the fun.
Mao Zhengyi and Xie Xingxing felt even more embarrassed.
Wang Dapeng, on the other hand, had a serious face and was still shouting slogans. What he shouted was: Strongly protest against "Daily Sports" for slandering and slandering Li Ang!
Zhang Quanda looked very happy and kept waving to the surrounding onlookers.
"Haha, what are you doing, classmate?"
"Classmates, are you performing performance art?"
"Classmate, has the circus started?"
"We are Li Ang's support group!" Wang Dapeng said seriously, pointing to the T-shirt he was wearing.
There was a burst of laughter all around.
Xie Xingxing, who was walking behind, twitched his face, while Mao Zhengyi covered his face. It was so embarrassing. He now regretted following these guys' mischief.
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At first, the surrounding students just watched the fun, and then someone finally realized it.
"The Li Ang you are talking about is the liar who defrauded people in Spain?" A classmate asked in surprise.
When he shouted like this, many people reacted. Li Ang is now quite "famous" among these students. There is no way, the influence of "Daily Sports" in this era is too great.
"Let me correct you, Li Ang is not a liar!" Wang Dapeng said seriously.
"Don't be ridiculous, buddy." A classmate said with a smile.
"Yes, I understand that you want to be famous, but there is no need to shout slogans for a liar." Someone said. They obviously thought that these guys were doing this deliberately to become famous.
"I told you that Li Ang is not a liar!" Wang Dapeng said, while winking at the other three companions.
Zhang Quanda immediately came up and stuffed a piece of paper into the hands of the classmate in front of him.
"Big Mao! Orangutan!" Wang Dapeng shouted to Mao Zhengyi and Xie Xingxing again.
The two of them had no choice but to hand out "leaflets". But they felt bitter in their hearts, as they were being led into a ditch.
"Scream, let's be serious."
"There are also big-character posters!"
The classmates laughed and said.
Some people began to retort, "Why do you say that Li Ang is not a liar? "Daily Sports" reported it. That guy is a deceitful guy who ruined the reputation of Chinese football."
Zhang Quanda raised the 'leaflet' in his hand, "Why? For this, we watched the game last night. Liang's Sporting Gijon defeated Zaragoza in the Copa del Rey semi-finals! Zaragoza knows, right?
, an old and powerful team." He winked at Wang Dapeng, meaning it's your turn.
"Zaragoza is a La Liga team. It eliminated Barcelona in the Copa del Rey and drew with Real Madrid away from home in the league a week ago!" Wang Dapeng said, "Sporting de Gijon defeated Zaragoza 3-1 away from home!
We watched the game and Li Ang’s tactics and substitutions were very exciting.”
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Someone lowered his head to look at the flyer in his hand.
Some people didn't watch at all and said sarcastically, "You guys are really awesome. You went to Spain to watch football yesterday and you're back today!"
"Yeah, tell me, how much did that liar give you?" someone echoed.
They obviously didn't believe what Wang Dapeng and the others said, and even thought that they had received money from the "liar" Li Ang to cause such a fuss.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Quanda shouted.
"What's the matter? You were exposed and you're still angry?"
Mao Zhengyi hurried up. As the boss of the dormitory, he had the obligation to protect his roommates, "What we said was true. We watched the game on the computer."
Those students who were reading the flyer looked at them in surprise. The flyer briefly 'reported' last night's game, and they were full of praise for Li Ang's coaching level.
"Are you telling the truth?" someone shouted, raising the 'leaflet' in his hand.
"Of course it's true!" Wang Dapeng nodded.
"Whoever believes it is a fool." someone shouted.
"Who are you calling a fool?" asked the classmate who was holding the flyer and became angry.
"Having said it, whoever believes it is a fool. "Daily Sports" reported that it was a liar, and they are still spreading rumors here."
"Who do you think is spreading rumors?" Wang Dapeng shouted angrily.
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"What are you doing? What are you doing?" A teacher saw so many people gathered here and ran over quickly. He was holding a copy of "Hui Wen Bao" in his hand. Because he ran so fast, he dropped a copy.
The teacher squeezed in and was stunned when he saw how the four brothers were dressed and the signs they were holding.
"What to do?" he asked.
"Teacher, your newspaper fell." A classmate picked it up and was about to hand it to the teacher, but he saw the report on it.
This is the front page of the sports section of Huiwen Daily.
"Ah!" The classmate shouted in surprise, and then he looked at the four brothers, "What they said seems to be true?"
"What?" Others asked in confusion.
"There are reports here, there are reports here, saying that Sporting Gijon defeated Zaragoza yesterday, saying that Leon shocked Spain!" the classmate shouted.
"What?" All the other students swarmed up. The student who had questioned the most fiercely ran the fastest and grabbed the newspaper. When he looked over it, he saw the front page headline: Chinese Marshal Shocks Spain!
Then his eyes widened.
"Let me see!"
"Don't squeeze, let me take a look!"
Others gathered around and rushed to read the newspaper.
In the scramble, the newspaper was torn open with a tearing sound.
"Oh, I'm a newspaper." The teacher was dumbfounded by this scene. When he saw the newspaper torn into half, he shouted quickly.
The classmate who just picked up the newspaper looked at the teacher with an innocent look on his face, which meant that it was not me who did it.
"What newspaper?" someone asked loudly after seeing the newspaper torn into half.
"The sports section of "Hui Wen Bao"!" shouted a classmate.
As soon as he finished shouting, the students surrounding him broke up and ran away. The direction they ran towards was the school newsstand.
The classmate who just picked up the newspaper and accidentally tore it up quickly ran away in the chaos. The direction they ran to was also the newsstand.
Only Wang Dapeng and his four brothers were left dumbfounded, as well as the teacher who was equally dumbfounded.
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"Hey, what happened?" Xie Xingxing poked Mao Zhengyi and asked in a low voice.
"How do I know?" Mao Zhengyi said angrily.
"They just seemed to say that the game was reported in the newspaper..."
"It's "Hui Wen Bao"!" Wang Dapeng said, he heard it clearly just now.
"You guys, follow me to the teaching office." A voice suddenly sounded.
The four brothers turned to look at the teacher, and then they all nodded with great understanding.
"Run!" Mao Zhengyi roared, and several people held up banners and ran away. As they ran, Zhang Quanda was throwing leaflets into the sky. At this moment, Zhang Quanda had an inexplicable feeling that he was an underground party handing out leaflets in the old society.
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The teacher was left jumping in anger looking at their backs as if they were running away.
"Don't let me catch you!" the teacher roared from behind.
The poor teacher stood in a mess in the wind. A strong wind blew, and the newspaper that was torn into half, and the leaflets flying in the sky... just like the flying youth of the students, floating and floating...
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