If the little angel sees anti-theft, it means the purchase rate is not high enough~
The poor male bird's cries grew louder and louder, until he finally unleashed his ultimate gatekeeping technique. Luo Jiujiang, sensing he was outmatched, patted his nose and walked away, leaving the newlyweds alone to enjoy their happy occasion.
However, this incident did leave a sequelae: every time Luo Jiujiang passed by the birdcage, the male bird would shake its feathers and sing loudly with great energy - life is not easy for birds, so be wary of rivals in love.
Often, uninformed friends would see this and say with envy, "You and this bird have such a good relationship."
"Not very good, not very good." Luo Jiujiang said modestly: "It's just a relationship of stealing my wife."
Han Qianling, who had witnessed the whole process, turned around silently and added some spiritual rice to the pair of seven-forked birds in the cage as a snack - this was the reason why he asked Luo Jiujiang not to harm the birds today.
From this we can see that although the changes in Luo Jiujiang's whistle cannot be as subtle and graceful as the zither, it has no problem expressing the seven emotions and six desires in a simple way.
At this moment, Luo Jiujiang leaned back in his chair, seemingly languid, yet his words remained unequivocal. He pursed his lips to test the sound, a faint tinge of spiritual energy mingling with his voice, oscillating into several realistic attack patterns.
You have to remember that he had just attended a theoretical lecture and hadn't practiced at all. As soon as these notes fell, not only were the surrounding classmates' eyes filled with envy, but even Luo Cang felt a little surprised.
After roughly testing the pitch, Luo Jiujiang had a good idea of what to do. Without further delay, he began with a gentle, cheerful springtime tune. The tune itself had a quirky, bouncy quality, and now, whistled, each syllable rang out like a single, falling pearl.
Each falling bead was as obedient as the marbles Luo Jiujiang used to play with, rolling out one by one as the sound spread. The students present all had sharp ears; they felt the "marbles" bump at the very moment they heard the notes, and instantly felt their blood surge, their spiritual energy stirring in their meridians.
The minor tune is short; those familiar with it know it only takes half a cup of tea. Luo Cang gazed at Luo Jiujiang with a deep gaze: "Aside from a slightly weak attack, this piece avoids almost all the mistakes of a beginner." To achieve this in such a short time, Luo Jiujiang has already entered the realm of musical mastery.
This kid is truly a genius.
The talented Luo Jiujiang whistled intently. The tune was about to end, and before the students, who had been enduring a slight discomfort, could breathe a sigh of relief, Luo Jiujiang's expression suddenly changed. He stood up, raised the wooden stick in his right hand high, and struck the center of the gong hard!
At the same time, his lips moved back and forth, producing a rapid series of sounds that lacked any musical beauty, let alone rhythm. Their only saving grace was their speed.
Luo Cang, whose face had always been very calm, so calm that it was even a little indifferent, suddenly opened his eyes wide!
The earth-shattering sound of the gong was like a sonic sword, hurtling straight towards Luo Cang—that wasn't a big deal. However, Luo Jiujiang's subsequent long string of whistles completely shielded him from the sonic waves that were striking the students.
The whistle was blown hurriedly and chaotically, but it just happened to offset the attack of every gong sound on the students.
Luo Cang had clearly not explained the method of collecting sound into a line of attack in class. However, the sound waves from the gong that Luo Jiujiang had just struck were mostly directed at Luo Cang, with only a few that could not be contained escaping into the air.
In just the time it takes to play a minor tune, he figured out this attack method without any instruction? Luo Cang's wheelchair spun, and he quickly swept his sleeves, catching not a single thread that slipped through his net, completely trapping the sound within the air wall of his sleeves.
With such cleverness, such thoughtfulness, and such courage, this child is more than just a genius!
Luo Jiujiang put down the gong and the stick. He was not surprised that Luo Cang could take his attack. "I was eager to learn and couldn't wait a moment, so I asked you a question. I hope you don't blame me, sir?"
The students around them looked at Luo Jiujiang and Luo Cang, who had just lowered his sleeves, in confusion, not understanding what had just happened: Why did Luo Jiujiang bang the gong so hard, but there was no loud sound? Why did the professor of Yinsha suddenly wave his sleeves?
Only a few clever ones reacted quickly and roughly guessed what had happened.
Luo Cang raised his eyes and looked Luo Jiujiang up and down. Before he could even open his mouth to grudgingly praise Luo Jiujiang, the young man across from him smiled heartily, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and said, "I bet you won't blame me, sir. Sound killing is such a simple lesson, it's nothing to come up with new tricks while learning. A man like you, sir, would surely come up with one after a meal, five more after a nap. It would be surprising if you didn't have a thousand sound killing methods."
Luo Cang: “…”
The fleeting admiration that had just flashed through his mind was completely thrown out of his mind. After being squeezed by Luo Jiujiang's combination of attack and defense, the first thought that popped into Luo Cang's mind was: This little bastard...
Fortunately, the little bastard and the old turtle complement each other.
Luo Jiujiang, however, refused to stop. Seeing Luo Cang's face darken, he continued to tease. He feigned a bow and said, "Sir, you are truly a role model for our generation. Sound-killing is too simple, not even one ten-thousandth of your skill. I don't need anything else. Just a little bit of your cherished power glimpsed through your fingers will feed me for the rest of my life."
Luo Cang: “…”
The young man's sharp expression clashed coldly with the middle-aged man's gloomy brow. Their eyes met, and after a moment's silence, Luo Cang sneered, swallowing the compliment he'd prepared, punctuation included. He swung his sleeves and slapped the wheelchair hard. The wheelchair creaked under the weight, turned around, and walked straight out of the school.
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