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After Han Shuang left, the discussion finally started!

"Fuck! Who can tell me who this guy is?"

"Why did he dare to enter Goddess Miao's piano room?"

"Does he have anything to do with Miao Quan? He...he plays the piano very well too! Maybe he is a family member of Miao Quan!"

"It's possible that talent is hereditary."

"But why does he look so familiar to me? I seem to have seen him somewhere..."

"That's right! Do you think he looks like the big eater in the cafeteria?"

"How is that possible? That guy is so good at eating, how can he play the piano?"

...

Han Shuang felt that he was not very lucky today. First, he met a group of weird people with abnormal thinking in the piano room, and then waited for twenty minutes at the school gate before waiting for a taxi.

Unexpectedly, the taxi driver was still a novice. Not only was he slow, but he also kept hitting the brakes.

Han Shuang wanted to tell her: Auntie, there are no cars on this road, you can increase the speed to 60 miles.

However, he still refrained from saying that as we all know, you should not rush a driver, especially a novice driver.

After passing a corner, Han Shuang clearly felt that the car was bumpy.

But these are all asphalt roads! There are no potholes, so why are they bumpy?

Soon, he had a guess: the tire was flat.

But the driver didn't seem to notice anything unusual...

Finally, Han Shuang couldn't hold it in any longer and asked, "Master, does our car feel different from just now?"

The female driver looked a little stunned: "I'm sorry, classmate, my husband is feeling a little unwell today. I... I'll just drive for him for a day. I've been taking the driver's license test for several years, but I drive less, maybe a little."

Bumps..."

Han Shuang couldn't help but smile: "Auntie, don't you think bumping on the asphalt road is a strange thing? Is there something wrong with the tires?"

The female driver realized belatedly and immediately pulled over.

Then, I heard her horrified voice: "How could this happen? Why is there no air in the tire? It was fine when I drove it!"

Seeing the fair-skinned driver aunt who was so anxious that she wanted to cry, Han Shuang felt speechless.

Isn't it just a flat tire? Anyone who drives a car often will encounter this problem, right?

Why does it feel like it's costing you half your life?

He said casually: "Maybe it hit some nail. Isn't there a spare tire? You can put it on."

I looked at the time, it was already half past ten.

It was already too late anyway, and Han Shuang wasn't so anxious anymore.

Chen Yao didn't even care about writing songs in private. He was three hours late, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?

Just get to the company before eating.

The female driver was a little at a loss: "How...how can I change this? I haven't changed it before."

Han Shuang sighed, opened the car door and walked out, comforting: "Don't worry, call first and ask where the spare tire and tools are, and I will help you change them."

"Thank you, classmate!"

Then, the female driver took out her mobile phone to make a call and said with a hint of crying: "Old Huang, I'm so useless! There's a big nail stuck in the side of the tire. It probably can't be repaired. I'm so useless. I still have to spend money to buy tires."

..."

At the end of the sentence, tears burst down my face.

Han Shuang was speechless!

As a taxi driver, isn't it normal for you to have bumps and bumps?

Besides, why don’t you just change the tire?

A few hundred dollars won't cost you your life, so how about crying?

I don’t know what Lao Huang said to her on the phone, but the female driver’s mood gradually calmed down.

Then open the trunk and take out the spare tire first.

He opened a box under the back seat and found the tools as well.

Then under the command of Lao Huang, Han Shuang and the female driver spent more than ten minutes to install the spare tire.

Han Shuang could tell that this old Huang's voice was very weak, and it was accompanied by severe coughing from time to time.

Like a patient.

.....

While Han Shuang was disassembling the tires, a girl came to the piano room of the Composition Department of Mingyang School.

The girl has a tall figure, especially her long legs, which are thin, long and white.

The first time you see her face, you will definitely notice her long neck like a swan.

No way, her neck is really beautiful, with an inexplicable beauty that attracts people's attention unconsciously.

When I look at the facial features...it's even more stunning!

She has a small mouth and thin lips, a strong nose, and two large eyes like almonds with slightly sunken eye sockets, exuding a strange Western style.

Coupled with her waist-length hair, she looks like a cold fairy who has descended into the world.

The girl walked to the canteen under the piano room and handed over her student ID card.

Naturally, the little boy didn't pay attention to what the student ID card with Miao Quan's name on it meant, and casually took a key.

Miao Quan frowned slightly: "Give me the red key."

The little boy didn't care and changed the key again.

Miao Quan came to his own piano room and immediately noticed something unusual!

I haven’t been to the piano room for more than a month. Who took off the piano cover?

Also, whose fingerprints are on the keys?

Then, she immediately returned to the canteen and asked the little boy: "Did you give this key to someone else? Where is your mother?"

The little boy was startled by Miao Quan's sharp eyes. He pouted and retorted: "Why are you so mean? Aren't all piano rooms the same?"

At this time, a plainly dressed woman happened to come to the canteen. When she saw Miao Quan, she quickly said hello with a smile: "What brought Miao Quan back? Come and practice piano!"

Miao Quan said calmly: "Aunt Su, my piano room is being used."

The woman known as Aunt Su immediately changed her expression, turned to look at the little boy, slapped him first, and said angrily: "Did you take out the red key? Didn't I tell you when I left?

?That key cannot be given!"

The little boy burst into tears immediately, complaining while crying.

Miao Quan showed a hint of helplessness: "Forget it, Aunt Su, stop hitting the child, I'll just scrub it and it'll be fine."

Then, her face darkened again: "Aunt Su, help me ask the kid, I want to know who used my piano room on purpose!"

Aunt Su quickly yelled at her son Xiaotong: "Tell me! Who gave you the red key?"

"Yes... he is a big brother."

"The people who come to practice the piano are all big brothers. Do they have any characteristics of others?"

"Brother is very handsome..."

"Nonsense! Who can practice piano if you don't look good? Do you have any other characteristics?"

Seeing that after interrogating for a long time, no useful clues were obtained, and the child was frightened to death, Miao Quan sighed: "Okay, Aunt Su, please stop being cruel to the child, I will ask other people."

Aunt Su looked apologetic: "I'm so sorry, Miao Quan. I had something to do and left school in the morning, so I asked the kid to help me watch. Who knew something like this would happen."

If an ordinary person looked at this matter, they would definitely think that Miao Quan was making a fuss out of a molehill.

Didn't I just play your piano? As for going online like this?

But Aunt Su wouldn't think about it.

She is very aware of the importance of this girl in Mingyang School!

She knows better what that piano means to her!

So, when she heard that someone had used Miao Quan's piano, she broke into a cold sweat!

If Miao Quan was serious, this small mistake would be enough for her to leave Mingyang School.

Fortunately, Miao Quan didn't care too much. She forced out a smile: "It's okay, Aunt Su, don't take it personally."

However, after turning around, Miao Quan's face suddenly turned gloomy.

She has made up her mind to find the 'murderer' and then 'cut him into pieces'!