Initially, when Li Ang had asked to borrow his violin, the blond young man had looked down on him. Obviously, he didn't think that Li Ang could perform well. These resident artists were all a little proud.
In his opinion, this Asian was puffing himself up at his own cost, trying to act cultured in front of the beautiful lady.
Then, when he heard Li Ang's violin performance, he was very surprised.
"To Alice" was a famous song by Beethoven, but it was difficult to play it with the violin. The piano had chords, and it was played with two hands. There were high and low notes. If the violin played it, there would only be one note. If the standard was not good, it would be very monotonous.
However, this Asian's performance was quite exquisite. The young man admitted that he couldn't reach this level.
There were many customers in the cafe, and they were all whispering to each other. At this moment, they were all attracted by the gentle music. Some people subconsciously thought that it was the resident artist who was playing, but when they looked over, they were surprised to see that it was an Asian young man.
Li Ang played the violin and looked at Alice affectionately. Only he and Alice knew what this song meant at this moment.
'To Alice'!
After the song ended, the sound lingered.
Li Ang returned the violin to the young man and handed him a large bill.
The young man took his violin but didn't accept the bill.
Li Ang was very surprised, but the other party said in amazement, "To be able to listen to such a great performance is already the best reward."
Seeing that the other party was determined not to accept it, Li Ang smiled. He gestured to Alice, and the girl smiled and handed her white little hand over.
At this moment, there was a burst of applause in the cafe.
Walking out of the cafe, Li Ang asked Alice, "Do you like it?"
Alice nodded excitedly, and her heart was filled with joy. Although Li Ang didn't say that sentence today, the relationship between the two of them had become closer, and they both understood each other's feelings.
This kind of understanding, the feeling of warmth flowing slowly, was wonderful.
*****
Huaxia University of Political Science and Law.
Mao Zhengyi, also known as Da Mao, looked at the T-shirt on his body shyly, "This, isn't it too …"
"I think it's quite good." Zhang Quanda said with a smile.
Wang Dapeng looked at the T-shirts on his friends, and then looked at his own, and also smiled.
"Let's go, guys! This is the first show of our 'Li Ang Fan Club'! "Then he strode out.
Zhang Quanda smiled, Xie Xingxing was a little helpless, and Mao Zhengyi, and followed them out of the dormitory.
"Idiot!" In the dormitory, Brian was obviously isolated. Looking at the backs of the few people, he scolded them, but his eyes revealed 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 victory in the Copa del Rey semi-final!
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When the surrounding students saw this scene, they were first surprised, then they burst into laughter. Many people gathered around to watch the show.
Mao Zhengyi and Xie Xingxing felt even more embarrassed.
Wang Dapeng, on the other hand, had a serious face and was still shouting slogans. He was shouting, "Strongly protesting against Daily Sports for slandering Li Ang!"
Zhang Quanda, on the other hand, was very happy. He kept waving to the surrounding onlookers.
"Haha, what are you doing, students?"
"Students, are you performing performance art?"
"Students, is the circus starting?"
"We are Li Ang's fan club!" Wang Dapeng said seriously, and pointed at the T-shirt on his body.
The surrounding people burst into laughter.
Xie Xingxing, who was walking at the back, twitched his face. Mao Zhengyi, on the other hand, covered his face. How embarrassing. He was now regretting following these guys.
*****
At first, the surrounding students were just watching the show. Then, someone finally reacted.
"The Li Ang you are talking about, is he the swindler in Spain?" A student exclaimed and asked.
With his shout, many people came to their senses. Li Ang was now quite famous among these students. It couldn't be helped. The influence of "Daily Sports" in this era was just too great.
"Let me correct you. Li Ang is not a swindler!" Wang Dapeng said seriously.
"Stop joking, brother," a student said with a smile.
"Yeah, I understand that you want to be famous. However, there is no need to shout slogans for a swindler," someone said. They obviously thought that these guys were deliberately doing this to become famous.
"I said that Li Ang is not a swindler!" Wang Dapeng said. At the same time, he winked at his three companions.
Zhang Quanda immediately came forward and stuffed a piece of paper into the hands of the student in front of him.
"Da Mao! Gorilla! "Wang Dapeng shouted at Mao Zhengyi and Xie Xingxing.
The two of them had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand out the flyers. However, they were complaining in their hearts. They were being led into a ditch.
"Wow, it's for real."
"There's even a poster!"
The students laughed and said.
There were also people who began to refute. "On what basis do you say that Li Ang is not a swindler? Daily Sports has already reported that that guy is a swindler who is ruining the reputation of China's football. "
Zhang Quanda waved the flyer in his hand. "On what basis? Based on this, we watched the game last night. Li Ang's Sporting de Gijón beat Real Zaragoza in the Copa del Rey semi-final! You know Zaragoza, right? They are a very good team. "As he said that, he winked at Wang Dapeng, meaning that it was his turn.
"Zaragoza is a La Liga team. They eliminated Barcelona in the Copa del Rey and drew with Real Madrid in the away game a week ago!" Wang Dapeng said. "Sporting de Gijón beat Real Zaragoza in the away game with a score of 3-1! We watched the game. Li Ang's tactics and substitutions were very exciting. "
*****
Some people looked down at the flyer in their hands.
Some people did not look at it at all and said sarcastically, "You guys are really good. You went to Spain to watch the game yesterday and came back today!"
"Yeah, say it. How much did that swindler give you?" Someone echoed.
They obviously did not believe what Wang Dapeng and the others said. They even thought that they had received money from the swindler Li Ang to make such a fuss.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Quanda roared.
"What's wrong? You've been exposed and you're angry?"
Mao Zhengyi hurried up. As the boss of the dormitory, he was obligated to protect his roommates. "What we said was true. We watched the game on the computer."
The students who saw the flyer looked at them in surprise. The flyer briefly reported the game last night and praised Li Ang's coaching skills.
"Is what you said true?" Someone shouted, waving the flyer in his hand.
"Of course it's true!" Wang Dapeng nodded.
"Whoever believes it is an idiot," someone shouted.
"Who are you calling an idiot?" The student who was holding the flyer was angry.
"I said it. Whoever believes it is an idiot. Daily Sports already reported that he is a swindler. They are still spreading rumors here."
"Who are you saying is spreading rumors?" Wang Dapeng shouted angrily.
*****
"What are you doing? What are you doing? " A teacher saw so many people gathered here and quickly ran over. He was holding a copy of Huiwen News in his hand. Because he ran quickly, he dropped a page.
When the teacher squeezed his way in, he saw the four brothers' attire and the sign they were holding. He was stunned.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Teacher, you dropped your newspaper." A student picked it up and was about to hand it to the teacher when he saw the report on it.
It was the front page of the sports section of Huiwen News.
"Ah!" The student shouted in surprise. Then he looked at the four brothers. "What they said seems to be true."
"What?" the others asked, puzzled.
"There is a report on it. There is a report on it. It said that Sporting de Gijón beat Real Zaragoza yesterday. It said that Li Ang shocked Spain!" the student shouted.
"What?" The other students swarmed over. The student who had questioned the most ran the fastest. He snatched the newspaper and looked at it. He was surprised to see the headline on the front page: China's Young Marshal Shocks Spain!
Then his eyes widened.
"Let me see!"
"Don't push. Let me see!"
The others also gathered around and rushed to read the newspaper.
In the struggle, the newspaper was torn apart.
"Ah, I am the newspaper." The teacher was dumbfounded by this scene. When he saw the newspaper torn in half, he quickly shouted.
The student who had just picked up the newspaper looked at the teacher with an innocent face. It meant that he did not do it.
"What newspaper?" someone asked loudly when he saw the newspaper torn in half.
"The sports section of Huiwen News!" a student shouted.
Just as he finished shouting, the surrounding students scattered and ran away. They ran in the direction of the school's newsstand.
The student who had picked up the newspaper and accidentally tore it also took advantage of the chaos to run away. They ran in the direction of the newspaper stand.
Only Wang Dapeng and the other three brothers were left there dumbfounded, as well as the teacher.
*****
"Hey, what happened?" Xie Xingxing poked Mao Zhengyi and whispered.
"How would I know?" Mao Zhengyi said angrily.
"They just said that the newspaper reported the game …"
"It's Huiwen News!" Wang Dapeng said. He had 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, then looked at each other and nodded tacitly.
"Run!" Mao Zhengyi roared. The few of them held up the banner and ran. As they ran, Zhang Quanda threw flyers into the sky. At this moment, Zhang Quanda inexplicably felt like he was an underground party in the old days, handing out flyers …
Only the teacher was left behind. Looking at their backs, he was so angry that he stomped his feet.
"Don't let me catch you!" The teacher roared behind him.
The poor teacher stood in the wind. A gust of wind blew the torn newspaper and the flyers flying in the sky … Just like the fluttering youth of the students, they fluttered …
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