Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Wen Qian’s expression suddenly changed...

Wen Qian's expression suddenly became subtle.

Yugi, you mean, if a piano is out of tune, you can use this method to tune it back up, right?

The players were shocked.

The game expresses its attitude through silence.

Although I am skeptical, I will try it first.

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"So..." Lin Huai looked at Wen Qian, who was bowing earnestly, with an inexhaustible gaze. "Is Wen Qian trying to use metaphysical methods to make the piano easier to play?"

Zhou Zhu nodded slowly.

She watched as Wen Qian took out the incense burner and a few incense sticks and began to perform the ritual.

The items she carried with her were really a mystery. Why did she even carry something like this with her?

"Lin Huai, you've arrived at such a coincidence." Zhou Zhu paused, then smiled brightly. "Hurry, hurry, take this."

What?

Before Lin Huai could react, Zhou Zhu had already stuffed the paper in his hand into his.

Lin Huai lowered his head, looking at the stack of papers in his hand, and had a vague feeling of foreboding.

Looking closely, there was a series of compact small characters printed on it, and a huge title at the top.

Learn to Praise Bravely: One Hundred Tips to Encourage Children

"Burning incense is only part of the process. Wen Qian said that in addition to that, we also have to praise the piano and recite poetry..." Zhou Zhu paused for two seconds, "If necessary, we can also sing."

She hoped that never happened.

When he heard the first sentence, Lin Huai had already secretly moved towards the door of the activity room.

Wen Qian was still bowing and didn't notice him. He still had a chance -

"Lin Huai!"

Good, he didn't stand a chance.

Lin Huai, whose arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, slowly closed his eyes. What would happen after this was already foreseeable.

"I was wondering when you'd come over," Wen Qian said with a smile. "Xiao Zhu said we should wait until you come, otherwise it would be too isolating for you."

"That's why I didn't start early. I was waiting for you."

Lin Huai looked at Zhou Zhu in disbelief.

Zhou Zhu lowered his voice and said, "This time it's really not a backstab. It's just a helpless move to delay time."

Lin Huai: "I think only half of this sentence is true."

Zhou Zhu silently looked away.

"I think..." Lin Huai's brain was working rapidly, and a figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

He paused and said tentatively, "We can wait a little longer."

"Wen Qian, look, even though Loren hasn't officially joined us, he's still a candidate for membership in our Environmental Protection Society. It would be a shame if we didn't bring him along."

Seeing Wen Qian begin to hesitate, Lin Huai quickly added.

"And I just saw him in the corridor. He'll probably be here soon. It shouldn't be long."

The longer it can be delayed, the better. Wen Qian should not refuse his proposal.

Wen Qian did not refuse. She nodded in agreement: "Lin Huai, what you said makes sense. Luo Lun should also get involved."

"But we can start first!" Wen Qian smiled brightly, "Singing or reciting poetry, you can choose one!"

The two members who thought they had escaped the disaster temporarily: "..."

Everything went dark, and the future of the environmental protection society was over.

Lin Huai suddenly remembered that when other people learned that he had joined the Environmental Protection Society, they curiously asked him what the daily activities of the Environmental Protection Society were.

He didn't speak at that time.

What should he say, patrolling the trash cans as usual and pretending to be a ghost to scare people?

I couldn't say it before, and I can't say it now.

The daily club activities were things like playing the piano for soothing pleasure. He was afraid that his classmates would take him to the school infirmary if he told them about it.

"Um, are you...burning incense?" A somewhat nonchalant voice came from the door.

Lin Huai and Zhou Zhu's eyes lit up and they quickly turned around to look at the person who walked in slowly.

Loren paused slightly, and suddenly felt the urge to turn around and leave - why were the two of them looking at him like that?

"Loren, you're here!" Wen Qian greeted him with a smile.

Loren raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the A4 papers with poems printed on them in the hands of several people, and then glanced at the reluctant expressions of the two members.

He smiled and said, "Are you planning to perform a poetry recitation on Christmas Day?"

"I fully support it. By the way, you can use the fast track to register for the club's programs. Do you need me to let you know?" Loren looked at them with interest.

"It's not a poetry recitation," Wen Qian denied. "We're soothing the piano."

"Soothing piano?" Loren followed Wen Qian's words and looked at the piano in the corner - at the same time he also saw the incense burner in front of the piano and the incense sticks with wisps of smoke wafting from them.

...Why do we need to burn incense on the piano?

"Of course it's because the playing process wasn't going smoothly." Wen Qian said matter-of-factly. She had gradually accepted the game's explanation. "So we need to use some other tricks."

For example, try your best to say good things about it.

So these poems are meant to be read to the piano?

Loren raised the corner of his lips, with no intention of stopping himself, even a hint of encouragement: "That's a good idea. Can I watch you guys recite the poem?"

"No." Wen Qian refused.

Loren was stunned. Why would Wen Qian reject him? This shouldn't be the case normally.

He stretched out his tone: "Really not possible? Why?"

"Of course it's because you want to get involved too!"

Loren froze.

Wen Qian's words were like a switch. As soon as she finished speaking, the two members standing aside with depressed expressions instantly approached Loren and neatly stuffed the pages in their hands into his hands.

The series of actions were very smooth, and it seemed that they had been planned for a long time.

Unprepared, Loren stood silently beside the piano with the poem in hand.

Lin Huai: "This is also part of integrating into the community."

Haha, you want to watch a show, right?

"Well said, Lin Huai!" Wen Qian gave a thumbs up.

Zhou Zhu: "Loren seems very suitable for reciting poetry."

You clearly saw that something was wrong, but you still encouraged Wen Qian. This is what you deserve, Loren.

"Xiao Zhu is right!" Wen Qian was very supportive.

Perhaps the fact that they dragged others into this conflict offset their resentment, and all the members of the environmental protection club were smiling brightly.

Loren wanted to watch the show, but once again got himself into trouble: "..."

“…Do I have to recite it?”

"You can refuse." Wen Qian smiled slightly.

Loren looked away as if nothing had happened, understanding that this meant he couldn't refuse.

Before today, Loren had never imagined that he would one day recite poetry so lovingly - to a piano.

The poetry selection was very good, and he wanted to recite it to the president of the environmental protection club.

The president rejected him and asked him to correct his attitude.

Wen Qian also had a task of her own. She looked at the piano solemnly and spoke slowly: "You give me a sense of alienation. You are different from other people... ahem, you are different from other pianos."

"It's so nice to be with you. You're humorous, funny, and kind to others. You have a really high emotional intelligence."

Loren paused, then turned to look at Wen Qian: "Wen Qian, what are you reading?"

Wen Qian shook the paper in his hand and said, "Just reading poetry is not safe. I decided to do two things at once."

"While you recite the hymns, the rest of us will sing the praises of the piano."

Loren: ...Is that what you should say to praise the piano?

Lin Huai/Zhou Zhu: No, the key point is the “rest of us” in her previous sentence.

After finally getting the poem out, the members ended up receiving two praises in return, which made them despair.

Under the president's enslavement, no, under the president's encouragement, the piano soothing ceremony officially began.

Lin Huai said dryly: "You are in great shape today. I really appreciate your matching, for example... for example, your smooth shell."

Wen Qian: "With some emotion, thank you."

"You're like a happy fruit..." Zhou Zhu, who followed closely behind, couldn't help but laugh: "Puchi, just looking at you makes me happy, hahaha..."

"Does it also include scenario interpretation?" The player nodded in agreement. "Xiaozhu, you've thought it through very carefully!"

"She might just want to laugh."

"Read your poem, don't be lazy."

"OK."

"Read to the piano, not to me."

"oh."

Under the passionate praise of the crowd, the piano seemed to have some subtle changes - this was Wen Qian's fantasy.

In fact, the piano did not react abnormally at all. It just squatted there obediently, like any ordinary piano.

The only difference from an ordinary piano is that it is surrounded by a group of abnormal people.

The very people who try to make the piano normal are the ones who make it seem less normal.

It is really inconvenient not to have a progress bar. Just like now, Wen Qian is not sure whether the piano has been soothed.

Practice makes perfect, give it a try.

Wen Qian sat in front of the piano and was about to reach out when he suddenly stopped.

She quickly stood up, washed her hands and face, and returned to the piano with absolute respect.

[Mini game [Piano Sounds] is being prepared——]

[The ghost is haunting the piano

Status: Normal

Mini-game difficulty locked [Easy]

The piano keys in front of me suddenly changed and became the note judgment line in the mini-game. The countdown ended and the note blocks slowly fell.

Compared with the aggressive note blocks last time, the note blocks this time were as slow as an old lady crossing the road. Wen Qian finally found the feeling of playing the music game.

[Combo ×1 ×2 ×3… ×86]

Seeing Wen Qian start to play with ease, Loren was stunned and a little surprised.

Lin Huai and Zhou Zhu's expressions were much more exaggerated than his - this piano can actually be played?!

Is it the real thing? They thought it would just become a display stand for all sorts of junk.

The falling speed of the note blocks increased, and the players who had entered the state gradually adapted and did not leave any note blocks behind.

Your appeasement was successful.

[The violin soul is delighted and has stolen a piece of violin music for you from another dimension]

The addition of melodious violin music made the performance more layered. Wen Qian was a little surprised, but the game in his hand was still in progress and he couldn't take care of these things for the time being.

The people watching are different.

The moment the violin sound appeared, the expressions of the three people changed at the same time.

"It seems to sound better, but why does it feel different from before?" Zhou Zhu asked in surprise.

Lin Huai: "...Wait."

Loren looked thoughtfully at all the places in the room where people could hide, and paused: "You, also hid a violinist here?"

"How is that possible?" Lin Huai couldn't help but said, "And the sound is obviously coming from the piano!"

Zhou Zhu misheard and said in shock: "What? There's a person hiding in the piano?"

Who did it? Was it Wen Qian?