I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

She attributed all the responsibilities to herself.

Click!

Suddenly, Dongma and Shahan's mixed thoughts froze.

There was a warmth from her hand that did not belong to her.

Makoto Jingu held her little white hand and pressed it on the black and white piano keys.

"Now, senior sister, don't you really like it?"

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ps: New month, please ask about the blade~

Chapter 158: time to love

Perhaps this is the first time I have been holding my hand by the opposite sex in memory.

But Dongma and Sa do not have the so-called misogyny. It is not only boys who keep her distance, her relationship with girls is even worse.

Unfortunately, what she needs to care about now is not physical contact.

What made her feel more confused than physical contact was Makoto Jingong's slightly questioning but extremely expectant look.

She didn't know if he pretended it on purpose, but the sincerity in his eyes really surprised her and was very useful.

She couldn't believe that a younger brother who had only met a few times... could have such great expectations of her.

Wrong.. Is it anticipation?

Or maybe... something else.

Dongma and Sa continued to think about it but couldn't get the result. Faced with his question, she lowered her head to avoid.

Once you enter self-doubt, it is actually difficult to break through the obstacles you set yourself in a short time.

Although his eyes were full of encouragement, Dongma and Sa felt warm and ashamed.

She felt that she should not be worthy of his expectations.

He should be one year younger than himself, but he knows more than himself.

The tearing of family relationships, the stubbornness of self-character, the bottleneck encountered in the music road, a series of things happened one after another, the violent thought fluctuations and the ups and downs of mind made her lose her usual calmness.

Seeing her silence, Makoto Jingong did not continue to ask, he did not want to create a feeling that he was pushing her forward step by step.

He let go of her little hand and said softly, "I want to play the piano, can I?"

Dongma Hesha nodded slightly and stood up immediately.

Jingu Makoto also got up and sat down where she had just sat with a click.

And Dongma and Sa, they exchanged positions with him, sitting on his small bench.

Makoto Jingu believes that Dongma Hesha absolutely loves music, and the confusion she is experiencing now is the confusion she must go through.

Or perhaps every great artist will experience a period of self-doubt.

From self-doubt to breaking this suspicion and strengthening one's faith, this is the true transformation.

Slender fingers pressed on the black and white keys, and the melodious piano sound slowly sounded.

Makoto Jingu suddenly thought: Is he a little nosy...

The task he originally accepted was just to persuade Dongma Hesha to participate in the performance of the cultural festival evening.

Moreover, the attitudes of Shinomiya Kazuya and Fujiwara Chika were more inclined to hope that he would fail, hoping that he would really just ask casually and stop having too much contact with Touma and Sasha.

It's better to be rejected by Dongma and Sa coldly and let him break the thread.

But after thinking about it, Makoto Jingu didn't think he was nosy.

As he said before, he had a pity for Dongma and Sa.

In any case, he hopes that she will have a better future instead of repeating the boring, sorrowful and sad days of the past.

To put it ugly, Dongma and Sa have a somewhat withdrawn character, but their heart is extremely soft and sensitive.

If she continues like this, it is easy to have some world-weary emotions.

This is not alarmist talk. In fact, even in the original work, Dongma Hesha also reveals a lot of world-weary thoughts.

Her isolation, self-restraint, sensitivity, and suspiciousness are all signs of extremes.

Phew... If this is nosy, then nosy.

Jingu Cheng discarded these trivial thoughts and devoted himself to the piano playing.

Music is indeed a language common to all mankind. The greatness of superb music is that it does not need to be understood by everyone, but it can present a sense of resonance that everyone can empathize with.

Music matters, just use music to appease.

Especially for the specific character of Dongma and Sa, perhaps the musical comfort is stronger than his 10,000 words.

So he closed his eyes, and his flexible fingertips danced between the eighty-eight keys.

Each individual note resonates with each other, and a leisurely warm but powerful movement echoes in the music room.

His skills are still so average.

But the emotion he showed... is still so powerful.

Dongma and Sa sat aside and stared at him blankly, listening to the piece he played in silence.

She hadn't heard this song before, and it shouldn't be a masterpiece in her memory, it might be some unknown works.

Musical comfort is indeed the most effective for her.

In other words, music is the most useful way to divert her attention.

From the moment the notes sounded, Dongma and Sae subconsciously settled down to listen, searching and commenting like a professional teacher.

Suddenly, he recovered, Dongma and Sa were shocked and clearly realized the fact that her sensitivity to music was already instinctive.

what...

I have been addicted to this level, sensitive to this level... can I really tell if I don't like it?

Dongma and Sa sighed secretly in his heart. He was right. Some things were not that complicated. Most of the time, they were just mediocre.

The tune gradually stabilized, and he played more and more, Dongma and Sa also put aside the so-called professional vision, and listened as an ordinary listener.

She turned her head and looked out the window. It was already dusk. The white clouds were dyed with the red light of the sunset, and the entire sky was covered with gorgeous red clothes.

White~Red~Pink~Blue~The colors are intertwined with each other, and the different colors melt and collide with the most beautiful sunset glow.

There are melodious piano music in my ears, and the beauty of nature in front of my eyes. Suddenly, the complex mood of Dongma and yarn becomes quiet.

At the end of the song, Dongma and Sha turned his head to look at him and asked, "This song... I haven't heard it before..."

Makoto Jingu slowly opened his eyes and chuckled: "Senior sister, of course you haven't heard of it."

"Oh?"

Makoto Jingu said without worrying, and said, "Senior sister, what do you think of this song?"

Dongma and Sarah thought about it a bit and gave her comment: "The rhythm is very good, and it sounds warm."

Jingu Makoto pointed to the scenery outside the window triumphantly: "Is it like sunset clouds?"

"Well, it feels a little bit like this, but if the melody is stronger, adjust the pitch again..."

One after another professional terms popped out of Dongma and Sae's mouth unconsciously.

Makoto Jingu suddenly whispered: "It seems that I have already got the answer."

"Eh?"

He looked at Dongma Hesha and said softly: "Senior sister really likes music very much."

Dongma and Sa were stunned, and the corners of their lips curled up quietly: "Maybe..."

"So, the elder sister really didn't think about what university to go to?"

"Uh... I really didn't think about university before... What I thought was... I hope I can go to the Golden Hall in Vienna."

"Ha, the senior sister, your thoughts are too exaggerated, do you think of going to the highest palace of music all at once?"

Jingu Cheng joked.

"If it's an artist, wouldn't it be weird to have no such thoughts?" Dongma and Sa joked rare.

It was the affirmation that Makoto Jingong had previously given her.

"That's true." Jingong Makoto watched her expression improve, and secretly said that she should have figured out some things.

That's good. If you feel relieved, you will be fine.

He stood up and planned to return his seat to Dongma Kazuya.

But Dongma and Sa stopped him: "You play that song again..."

"Ok."

Makoto Jingu had no choice but to sit back.

The melodious piano sounded again in the music room, and Dongma and Sha closed his eyes and enjoyed quietly.

At the end of the song, the sound of Dongma and yarn rang.

"Play it again... okay?"

"Ok."

Time after time...

Makoto Jingu was a little speechless.

It's not that he feels tired, but... Isn't it boring to play this song all the time?

And it’s also a little funny. It’s clear that Makoto Jingu uses the guise to listen to Dongma Kazuza playing every time, but he plays the most each time, Dongma Kazuza becomes the audience.

Fortunately, Dongma and yarn still know that enough is enough.

She opened her beautiful eyes, looked at him and said, "I haven't said the name of this song yet."

"Name... I think about it."

Dongma Hesha also had a little helpless expression, how could he not even remember the name.

"Okay, I remember."

Makoto Jingu whispered: "time to love"

One hundred and fifty-ninth chapter: chaos!

time to love.

The literal interpretation is: it's time to love, or it's time to welcome the love that belongs to you.

So when Makoto Jingu said the name of the song lightly, Touma and Sa were stunned on the spot.

The divergent thinking of girls is very interesting, especially when thinking deeply about narcissism, they often draw some dumbfounding conclusions.

It's like a boy's self-confidence.

If the two hadn't experienced that conversation before, then Yidongma and Sa would not think too much about his temperament.

Even if she thought of some information that might be implied in the song's name, she could not care at all, as it did not happen, maybe she would correct the name according to the style of the song.

After all, she has always had a lot of suitors. This is a fact. No one doesn't like young ladies who are beautiful and talented.

But the name of this piece happened after that conversation.

This has to make Dongma and Sa have some doubts that belong to girls.

Well, this is also very easy to explain. Otherwise, why did he comfort and unravel himself so hard?

Is it purely based on the friendship of the predecessors?This is too much.