Psychic Reborn

The night gradually enveloped the whole land, starting from tomorrow, Qu Yiran will officially usher in a two-week military training life.

But tonight, there is still a major matter that needs to be settled by him!

The military training will be held in the closed part of the North Campus of A University. You are not allowed to leave and go in and out without authorization within two weeks. You will eat, drink and drink in the North Campus. Every freshman is only allowed to bring simple toiletries and a change of underwear, coat, and trousers The shoes and shoes are all issued by the school.

Then we must get rid of the most conspicuous spirit on campus before the start of the fully enclosed military training.

Qu Yiran made up his mind, quietly exited the bedroom with the two spirits, and gently closed the door.

At this time, Fang Tianzhuo, who had been sleeping dimly on the soft bed, suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness. The faint moonlight was blocked out by the double curtains, and the room was very dark. His gaze followed the door without even catching it. To the corner of the clothes where Qu Yiran left.

It's so late, what are you going to do?

Qu Yiran, who was walking quickly downstairs, suddenly stopped. Li Mi was chatting with him at this time and recommending himself to find the girl named Jiang Siyuan. Seeing him stop, he stroked his chin and looked at him strangely. ,'What's wrong?Have you finally discovered my strengths? '

'No, my roommate was not asleep. Qu Yiran naturally ignored someone's self-recommendation.

It is not so easy for a ghost to search for a girl who only knows her name among the teachers and students in the school.

'Huh?How do you know he's not asleep? '

'intuition. 'The intuition of psychics is very special. To put it bluntly, they have the ability to predict.

It's just that few things that are predicted can be revealed to outsiders. They can predict many things, but spiritual light doesn't always appear. This thing cannot be manipulated and controlled by human beings.

'oh oh. Li Mi nodded stupidly, but suddenly found that the breath of the East had disappeared before they finished the conversation, and immediately became dejected, "Really...why ask him to check, I can do it too..."

'East can, but you can't. ' Qu Yiran said softly.

Li Mi, '...' is really direct.

Because the school has not officially started yet, even if you want to go to the student office to check, but now even the teacher has not officially started work, and the door is closed every day.

Now the personnel in the school can basically be divided into two categories, the freshmen who are waiting for military training and the seniors and teachers who are preparing for the "welcome meeting for freshmen in the whole school". Besides Wei Jin and his roommates, he already knew the seniors who took them around the campus during the day.

No channels, no connections, so I can only try to ask Dongfang first.

At that time, they didn't know that the campus network could play a role. Qu Yiran was not good at electronic products, and Li Mi died early, so he was not good at anything except science.

As for the leader... I've only seen the leader holding a needle, but I haven't seen Dongfang Bubai holding a notebook and surfing the campus network.

'Don't worry about this trivial matter anymore, if you go to check the information now, who will take me to find the guqin covered with spirit? '

'That's right, I can still play a big role. Li Mi scratched his head, and began to wander around the campus with Qu Yiran in a serious manner.

One person and one ghost passed by the large stage that was almost built, and passed by, but Qu Yiran didn't think of the point at all.

Not only does he have to speak on behalf of the freshmen, but he also needs to prepare a one-man show and perform at the welcome meeting.

But Li Mi remembered Qu Yiran's special situation, covered his mouth and started to chuckle.

'Here, here it is, the door seems to be locked, watch me open it! 'Since he became a good spirit, Li Mi has no other ability, except the ability to change his body shape and depth.

It has no effect on people, but it does on things.

He just saw him get into the keyhole with a "swish", and after the big rusty lock head swayed in the air a few times by itself, it opened with a "click".

'Thank you. Qu Yiran pushed the door open and walked in, and at the same time he did not forget to praise Li Mi, "Actually, you are very good, so there is no need to be depressed." 'Li Mi is Li Mi, the East is the East, each has its own advantages.

'Hahaha, of course! "Dongfang is not here, and a certain one that has been oppressed for a long time finally dares to pinch its waist and look up to the sky, laughing loudly. It won't be pinched in the waist and don't have to worry about being poked in the back. What a beautiful day!"

Hey, life is hard, who let him have a "roommate" who likes to be quiet!

This is the room where the Arts Department of the Student Union and the music teachers usually used to pile up musical instruments. Although the door looks a little dilapidated from the outside and the walls are peeling off badly, the inside is actually quite clean, and someone comes to clean it regularly every day.

Most of the well-maintained musical instruments are neatly placed on wooden shelves, and only a few missing strings and broken wires are piled up in the corner, as if they have not had time to deal with them.

Among them, the guqin described by Li Mi is in the pile waiting to be processed.

Guqin, also known as Yaoqin, Yuqin, and Lyre, is one of the oldest plucked plucked instruments in China. However, compared with the popular piano clarinet saxophone in today's generation, Guqin has been gradually forgotten by people.

Not to mention a guqin with missing strings?

It was piled up in the corner and no one cared about it, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the piano, and the patterns carved on the tail of the piano could no longer be seen clearly.

Qu Yiran approached lightly, squatted down, laid the piano flat on the ground, took out a white handkerchief bought by his brother from his trouser pocket, and carefully wiped the body and tail of the piano.

"Zheng"!The handkerchief unintentionally touched the strings.

The timbre is already a bit fuzzy, and I think it has not been adjusted for a long time.

Wiping the piano sounds like a very simple thing, but Qu Yiran is engrossed in it, carefully and carefully.

Li Mi was taken aback for a while, but soon relieved, isn't Brother Qu always like this?Whether it's meeting me, traveling to the East, or finding the little girl in the bathroom in the afternoon...

He treats everyone, every ghost, and every little thing with absolute seriousness. Li Mi has never seen him in a vague manner.

"Friends in the piano, please show yourself." After wiping, the piano has basically returned to its original color after removing the dust accumulation. Not obvious.

But touch it lightly with your fingers, and you will find how detailed the amazingly carved petals are.

In just a moment, a puff of white smoke rose from the piano.

The mist was thin, and a white figure floated from the center of the mist.

His black hair was neatly tied on the top of his head, tied with a light-colored ribbon, the white robe was a solid color without any embellishments or patterns, the cloth boots on his feet were dark blue, and the long sleeves swayed silently with the movement of his hands, which made the gaze trembling. Involuntarily attracted.

It's just that his face turned pale, and he was obviously extremely shocked and disturbed by the unknown person who could see him, but he still politely said, "I'm Xia Boya."

"I'm Yiran." Qu Yiran imitated his appearance and bowed his hands in return.

Boya straightened up, the person in front of him was as gentle as jade, and the one behind him was dumbfounded, this strong contrast made him smile, and his facial features, which were originally not outstanding, became vivid and eye-catching.

What a miraculous character, Li Mi sighed in his heart.

Qu Yiran also sighed, but he didn't forget the important thing, "Mr. Boya, why did you leave it in the piano and why haven't you left?"

His smile faded away, and his expression suddenly turned sad, "I... I am actually...waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone?" Qu Yiran and Li Mi couldn't help thinking of a character at the same time.

The lyre is called Boya. Could it be that Zhong Ziqi is waiting?

"Are you...waiting for a child?" Li Mi asked the stupid goose. Although he was not good at liberal arts, he had indeed heard of Qin Xian's name.

"You all know Ziqi...but I haven't seen him for the last time..." Boya smiled, but his smile was extremely bleak.

Everyone knows Zhong Ziqi, but Boya is not surprising.

I have lived in Qinli for so many years, and I have traveled to many places with Qin, and I can say that I have witnessed the changes of the times and society.

Once, he had the honor to listen to a teacher tell the students Yu Boya Zhong Ziqi's "Fuqin meets bosom friend's allusion" in class, and it was quite delicate to tell his past events from other people's mouth.

Originally, he was a shapeless lonely soul, but the music teacher who was holding the violin was involved in a car accident late one night. Although he was not seriously injured, a small amount of blood was splashed on the end of the violin, allowing him to show his figure .

However, Boya believed that his unknownness brought unexpected harm to this person, so after he visualized it, he broke a string of the qin by himself, and was piled up in the corner of the musical instrument room from then on. And his heart.

"I see. You already know that you won't be able to wait for Zhong Ziqi." Then Li Mi couldn't understand again. Now that this person knows, what is he obsessed with?

Qu Yiran met his dull eyes, and said with a heart in his heart, "You are waiting for someone who understands you."

Boya was stunned for a moment, his breath was a little unsteady, "Yes."

People in the world regard Boya as a qin fairy, but he knows that he is actually just a qin idiot.

A piece of "Mountains and Flowing Water" has been reorganized beyond recognition by the world, such as guzheng version, ensemble version, and some people even play it on the piano...

He is pleased with the rapid progress and diversification of music, but also bitter about himself

Now I can no longer hold the piano and play a song.

Modern people have open eyes and ears and are constantly innovating. Boya just wanted to know if anyone can understand and appreciate the song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" today.

Drums and zithers and six horses leaning up, but he alone lacks a bosom friend.

Boya shook his head and smiled wryly, Qu Yiran and Li Mi wanted to comfort it very much—someone would understand, but it was easy to blurt out words, but there was no basis for what they said.

Qu Yiran asked, "Bo Ya, can you play the piano now?"

His smile became even more miserable, "Why do you caress it, when do you caress it."

Li Mi couldn't bear to see people sad, so he had an idea and suggested, "Brother Qu, or let Boya play a song in front of all the teachers and students in the school, there must be someone who understands Boya!"

"Do you think it's playing cotton?" The teachers and students of the whole school couldn't get together so easily.

"You, you, isn't this a ready-made opportunity!"

"Huh?" Qu Yiran was slightly taken aback.

Li Mi held his forehead with hatred, "So-and-so, you still have a program that you haven't reported yet."

Qu Yiran, "!!!"

Well, he did forget about it.

This is indeed an opportunity.

but……