Engaged to a wealthy boss after being scum

Some students muttered in the audience.

"Why is the name Su Chi so familiar?"

"It's the one who debuted in Tieba."

"What about people? You won't be afraid of embarrassment, you don't dare to show your face."

On the other side, Su Chi, who was wearing earphones, didn't hear Professor Sun's words at all, until Zhao Yang patted him beside him.

Su Chi took off the earphones, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yang pointed in front of him, "Teacher Sun asked you to come on stage."

Su Chi responded. He put back his earphones, walked to the stage in a leisurely manner, and greeted the professor politely, "Hello, Professor Sun."

"Well, the young man is not bad." Professor Sun smiled and said, "What instrument are you going to use to play my topic?"

It was only then that Su Chi understood the reason for letting him take the stage. He scanned the surroundings. There are many kinds of musical instruments here, including common and uncommon ones, "Anything is fine."

The audience sighed.

"Crazy."

"Tch, discuss it with Professor Sun."

"What are you pretending to be, disgusting."

"Tsk, I think it's pretty handsome."

"Okay, very good. It has the temperament I had back then." Professor Sun laughed and patted the musical instrument beside him, "How about this piano?"

"No problem." Su Chi responded immediately.

Professor Sun thought for a moment, "It's better to improvise a song to express autumn."

Su Chi was sitting in front of the piano with his fingers resting on the keys, wearing noise-canceling headphones, and closing his eyes slightly.

After 30 seconds, melodious music echoed along the stage.

The audience whispered.

"I feel the autumn maple leaves."

"There is also a sad parting."

"Standing under the maple tree in the bleak autumn wind, I miss you but can't meet the bitterness and sweetness."

The melodious music lasted only a few tens of seconds, and the music stopped, and the audience became lively again.

"Great!"

"What a touching cool autumn, I really like this song."

"It's a bit fake, it was written in advance, can it really be created at this level in less than a minute?"

"Piano composition is too simple, the professor puts water."

"Professor Sun, I don't agree!" Under the stage, a boy raised his hand and stood up. "As a student of the Music University, most of them can play the piano. The theme of autumn is not difficult."

Some students off the field also fanned the flames.

"Yeah, after a few years of piano, no one can play the piano twice."

"Go ahead if you have the ability, pink eye disease!"

"I want to give him a question, okay?" said the boy who stood up.

There was an uproar off the field.

"Deliberately forcing people to make a fool of themselves?"

"We are all classmates, why bother."

"He's Han Bingyu, his parents are well-known musicians, it's normal not to be convinced."

Professor Sun asked Su Chi, "Are you willing to accept this classmate's challenge?"

"It doesn't matter." Su Chi shrugged.

"Still crazy."

"It's a little cool, what's going on."

"Sit and wait for a slap in the face."

Han Bingyu took the initiative to step onto the stage and stood beside Su Chi, not politely, "Please impromptu express the nightclub."

"It's not too difficult to go to a nightclub, just the best music."

"This question is not as good as Autumn."

"That depends on what instrument you use. You can use guitar, bass, and drums. It's hard to say anything else."

Han Bingyu went straight to the right side of the stage, and took out a long flute from the corner, "How about using this?"

"Grass, long flute? Nightclub? Is it too much?"

"Deliberately, intentionally, typically to mess things up."

"Professor Sun will refuse this kind of thing, it's impossible."

Professor Sun turned around and asked Su Chi, "Do you want to pick it up?"

"Of course." Su Chi, who didn't care about it before, became interested and moved his shoulders. "This link is really interesting."

"What's with that tone and look?"

"He's only getting serious now, it was like a joke just now."

"My blood started to boil."

Su Chi took the flute.

Compared with the piano, this instrument is very unpopular. Fortunately, Su Chi has learned some, but he hasn't played it for seven or eight years.

He did a simple sound test first, and forgot a lot of technique and pitch.

"It's over, those notes are all wrong, and the technique is not right."

"I don't know how to compare."

"There are not many people here who have learned Changxiao."

"I'm going to stand against Su Chi this time. I'm really bullying people."

"Listen again, it seems that you have found the correct pitch now, Su Chi, come on!"

"Mom, you're more nervous than my grade exam."

After recalling the tone technique, Su Chi put the flute to his mouth, closed his eyes and calmed himself down.

There was a total of 5 minutes of silence this time.

Afterwards, a burst of explosive music with the sound of a long flute ran through the auditorium.

"Why can't I stop wanting to dance?"

"Su Chi is amazing, he really has an inside taste!"

"I'm overwhelmed by the sense of curiosity in this nightclub."

"Although I admit that it does have the taste of disco, it feels too funny hahahahaha."

Professor Sun's eyes creased into smile lines, and he kept clapping and applauding, "Sure enough, I'm not mistaken, you will become my most outstanding student."

"You are too much." Su Chi stopped playing and bowed deeply to Professor Sun.

"No one has been so highly affirmed by Professor Sun."

"Although I am very sour, I am convinced."

"He's really a genius, and the Music University is not good enough for him."

"Han Bingyu's face turned green."

"He deserves it, he was the one who committed the crime first."

Su Chi put down his flute, "Professor Sun, I have a request."

Professor Sun has not recovered from the excitement, "You say."

"Can I also give this classmate a question?"

"Shot, shot, little white rabbit shot!"

"I'm so excited, I like to watch this kind of large-scale face-slapping drama."

"Maybe Han Bingyu can still slap him in the face, he's pretty good too."

"So what, poor character, hopeless."

Professor Sun pushed his glasses and said to Han Bingyu, "Student, do you accept Su Chi's challenge?"

"I accept." Han Bingyu's face was tense, but the corners of his mouth were trembling.

"Here comes the good show."

"Excited!"

Professor Sun nodded, indicating that Su Chi could start writing questions.

Su Chi put his hands in his trouser pockets and thought for a few seconds, "Why don't you just improvise, you're nervous because of embarrassment, you feel guilty and anxious to urinate, but you can't find the toilet?"

"Hahahaha grass, I'm convinced!"

"You must die from laughing."

"It depends on what musical instrument he chooses. If I were Su Chi, I would also choose the long flute. Let's see how that buddy can't find the toilet because he is in a hurry to urinate."

Su Chi took out an electric guitar and handed it to him, "How about using this?"

"That's it? This stringed instrument is easy to express nervousness, just pick the string quickly."

"Disappointed, this question is really not difficult."

"Although Su Chi is talented, his level of writing questions is so-so."

"If he doesn't behave well, it will be even more embarrassing."

Han Bingyu's fingertips twitched with the corners of his mouth, showing an ugly expression.He took the electric guitar, tuned it, and began to pluck the strings before the trembling of his fingers recovered.

"It sounds awful!"

"Can you stop playing?"

People off the field began to cover their ears.

"It's true that there is an urgency to urinate, but can this also be called music?"

"It's so annoying, stop now, I know you want to pee, go pee."

"noise."

After the strings played for tens of seconds, Professor Sun frowning stopped.

The professor ignored Han Bingyu, and turned to Su Chi and said, "Xiao Chi, do you want to comment first?"

"Want to tell the truth?"

"In front of me, there is no need for lies."

"He does show urgency, but apart from expressing thoughts, the most important purpose of music is to be pleasing to the ear."

At least from Su Chi's point of view, the music is ugly, so it doesn't deserve to be called music.

He deliberately made up simple questions for him, but he didn't expect this person to perform like this. Su Chi's interest was greatly reduced, and his opponent was so weak and boring.

"Even my two-and-a-half-year-old sister can pull out this effect." Su Chi added: "Oh, by the way, my sister is a Samoyed."

The audience roared with laughter.

"Brother Chi, I will call you Brother Sheng, and I will obey you!"

"Samoyed, hahahaha he said Samoyed! Su Chi, you can tell jokes if you don't play music."

Su Chi took back the electric guitar from Han Bingyu's hand, "Actually, the urgency to urinate is not meant to be restrained. Most normal adults don't want to be found out in public."

Su Chi couldn't help teasing, "Of course, my classmate, you are so withdrawn and want to let everyone know that you want to pee your pants. I'm quite surprised."

Han Bingyu was so angry that he grinned, his nostrils dilated, but he couldn't refute.

"You can express it in a subtle voice and way." As he spoke, Su Chi gently plucked the strings, "It's like this."

"Stop it, I'm going to pee!"

"This song is surprisingly good, but I just drank a whole bottle of water."

"Can you let me record it, my grandma can't pee all the time, this song of yours will definitely work wonders."

Professor Sun waved his hand, "Xiao Chi, please stop, I just drank a big cup of tea!"

Su Chi quickly tuned in, "Sorry, professor."

"Have you noticed the change in Professor Sun's title?"

"Professor Sun has been affectionately called Xiaochi since Su Chi's classmate Su Chi."

"I'm awed, I'm convinced, he really has strength."

"Han Bingyu ate his own shit, and even sent Su Chi out."

"He deserves it."

After the ceremony, Professor Sun left Su Chi behind, expressed his respect and love for Su Chi, and included Su Chi in his music group.

In Professor Sun's working career, it was the first time that freshmen were accepted into his group, and joining Professor Sun's music group was Su Chi's most anticipated dream when he came to Music University.

Saying goodbye to Professor Sun, Su Chi was about to go back, but was surrounded by two classmates as soon as he left the auditorium gate.

"Su Chi, we are classmates, can we add a WeChat?"

At the beginning of school, I always want to establish a good relationship with my classmates. Su Chi took out his mobile phone and said happily, "Okay."

After exchanging contact information, Su Chi bid farewell to his deskmate and walked along the stone road towards the dormitory.

As he walked, his pace gradually slowed down. Su Chi blinked, and there was a man in a suit and leather shoes and a mask standing a few meters away.

Does this person look familiar?

Suddenly remembered something, Su Chi's heart was pounding, and he subconsciously hid at the base of the wall.

Isn't this the uncle with abs that he had an appointment with that day?

Su Chi had a ghost in his heart, so he hid again, only poking out half of his head.

Uncle Abs is definitely not going to school at his age.Then why is he here?

It's over, isn't it to settle accounts with him?

Do you think you tortured him to death that night, and ran away without saying a word?

The author has something to say: Sooner or later, Su Chi will understand that it is himself who is tortured to death on the bed QAQ