The king of training starting from Sakurasou

The so-called happy learning method is just a plaything to deceive the people at the bottom. Due to serious class consolidation, ordinary people have no choice but to work hard to get into a good university if they want to break their reputation.

This is universal no matter where you are. A capable person will achieve a life that most people cannot achieve in any country.

It's just that District 11 is more profound, or that's what a capital country is... like this.

Most of the big figures in parliamentary politics came from Tokyo University. Tokyo University, formerly known as Imperial University, has already monopolized the power of the upper class.

Ordinary people can only get ahead by joining that... small circle, building relationships, and letting their seniors support them.

Of course, if you are good enough, people who appreciate your value will naturally come to you.

Therefore, a person's life is nothing more than constantly improving his or her own value and using it as a bargaining chip. To put it bluntly, it is very realistic.

However, the thousand-flow ratio is 99.9%.

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% of people must be lucky, ah, no, luck may not be the right word to describe it. With his ability, even if he does not have such good resources, sooner or later he will be able to come up with something that will subvert the world by himself.

The question is whether you want to or not.

But since he has good resources and connections, Qianliu will naturally not be so stupid and arrogant as not to use them at all. That would be a waste of resources. Being able to use resources reasonably is also a kind of ability in itself.

Thinking of all this... Qianliu exited the staff room, did not go to the classroom, and headed towards the roof of the building instead.

He hadn't been to the top floor of the building for a long time. As soon as he stepped into the corridor, he found that the door of the first music classroom was ajar, so he walked straight in.

There was no one inside and it was very quiet.

The piano donated by Yaozi was covered with a thin cloth. He came to the piano and sat down: Qianliu flipped up the cover. He hadn't touched the instrument for a long time.

Looking out the window at the faintly smaller snowflakes, he pondered for a moment on a whim, then placed his hands on the black and white keys.

Immediately, a short introduction sounded, and just ten seconds later, there was an extremely brisk march-style single note, and then it was repeated in the form of chords.

Like the sound of a clear spring, these rapid sound clusters are like the dead leaves being rolled up by the strong wind in winter, and the scene of dead leaves dancing in the air emerges in the mind of the listener.

So this song was named "Winter Wind, "Dead Leaves"

, is considered one of the more difficult etudes of Chopin.

Even if there is no music score, it has no effect on Qianliu. As long as it is a piece of music that he has practiced, he can play it flawlessly.

Yaozi once complained about his cheating talent. No matter what music he was taught, no matter how difficult it was, as long as he learned it once, he would immediately get married. Yaozi was extremely angry that there were such people in the world.

When he stopped at the end of the last paragraph and pressed his hands on the keys, the satisfied Qianliu was about to get up when a cold but gentle contradictory voice came from the door.

"Mom is absolutely right. Even if you don't practice for ten years, your level will still not deteriorate."

Touma said softly, with intoxicated eyes like a girl falling in love.

"Yeah"

Looking sideways, Qianliu smiled slightly and looked at Dongma, who was dressed in a school uniform, holding down the flying hair on her face with one hand.

The winter horse that moves like this has the charm of a girl, but also has a hint of chicness and maturity.

Genes are indeed inherited, and she and Yaozi are indeed similar in some aspects.

"What else did she say?"

"There are too many to remember."

After closing the classroom door, Touma stepped closer and spoke vaguely.

"Don't come any closer."

Noticing that she was standing one meter away from him, Qianliu raised his eyebrows.

"That's enough here...wait...!"

Touma was about to say something, but Qianliu got up and picked him up and put him directly next to the piano stand to sit down.

The girl was a little overwhelmed and a little shy. Her hands on the piano stand were clenched into fists, her head hung low, and her smooth black hair was like a curtain, covering her expression.

However, Qianliu still peeked through the gap, and her cheeks were dyed a light pink.

"You were not so timid when you confessed before."

Qianliu tilted his chin and looked at the other person.

"This is school."

Dongma emphasized.

"Oh, it turns out that Kazusa, you are someone who cares very much about what outsiders think."

"No, it's just..."

Touma was more worried that Mashiro or others would see it and spread it to Kasumigaoka's ears.

In this way, she will have the illusion that she is a mistress who just inserts herself into other people's feelings.

"Okay, I understand what you are thinking. No one else will come here."

Knowing Touma's thoughts very well, the moment Qianliu met her eyes, Touma swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Let's not talk about it. I heard from Yaozi that you plan to go abroad with her in a while."

Qianliu stared into Touma's eyes.

"Um."

"Why"

His tone was not urgent, just a simple inquiry.

"I want to be a pianist like my mother."

Dongma said calmly: "This has been my dream for a long time."

"fine."

Qianliu nodded, and before he could ask how long he had been gone, Touma immediately asked.

Added: "Although I go abroad, I can come back about once a month."