Chapter 122 A Friend

The campus is mostly very quiet in June. After all, the weather is hot and it is summer vacation. During the nearly three-month vacation, except for students participating in activities and tutoring, few people will stay in the school for a long time at this time. However, today the school

The silence was completely broken.

"Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong! Bang times!"

Along with the sound of drums, a performance like a violent storm began. It was obviously a clear female voice, but at this time, it was roaring loudly as if venting anger.

"Charge! Tiger!"

Waves of sound surged through the small practice room, but no matter how thorough the soundproofing was, such a small room could not contain the thunderous rhythm.

The heavy bass that could be heard even across the square made the remaining passers-by on campus stop and watch, and some of them who were familiar with musical instruments even showed admiration.

The low sounds and vibrations of the bass and drums seem to be sneaking from the ground. Even if you cover your ears, the musical notes will flow all the way up the soles of your feet, conveying its own rhythm to anyone who steps on the ground.<

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The swaying vibrations and the echoes that reach deep into the heart.

However, most students just smiled knowingly and had no intention of looking for the source of the sound or spying on the identity of the performer.

After all, they all know that with this kind of music and this kind of rhythm, only one band in the entire school can play it.

Mary Janes.

However, no one planned to go to the practice room to listen to the performance, because they knew that the band was now preparing for a concert at the beginning of the school term. They did not want to disturb the band's practice, but were fully looking forward to the day when they held the concert.
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But one person is an exception. Miles Warren is holding a few textbooks and looking in the direction of the performance room. Several tutoring students are a little surprised and greet the professor. After all, the professor has a beard.

His hair and hair are already gray, and he usually has a serious and serious appearance. It is really hard to imagine that he would be interested in such intense and "rebellious" music.

However, the students' greetings did not receive the slightest response. The professor was staring at the practice room infatuatedly. Several students were not dissatisfied at all, but showed a little smile. After all, they found that the professor who they thought was very old-fashioned actually and

It was very exciting that students like myself had the same hobbies. They did not bother the professor anymore and left the school on their own after finishing the tutoring.

But Miles Warren didn't intend to stop there. He looked around and found that no one was paying attention to him, then he cautiously headed to the practice room. His figure had agility that people of his age did not possess.

He even jumped directly to the roof more than two meters high.

When he thought of his beloved playing Miles Warren less than five meters away from his feet, he couldn't help but his heart beat rapidly. He carefully opened a corner of the skylight, trying to get closer to her.

The moment the skylight opens slightly, a rush of sound and light overflows outward.

The trajectory of the dancing searchlight leaps around, and the glass balls hanging above reflect countless light messily and scatter it everywhere.

In the center of this whirlpool of light, they stood.

The bass that greedily thirsts for and carves notes.

The drum set asserts its existence by jumping up and down.

As if controlling the rhythm section that moves freely and on its own, the guitar controls the entire song with extremely precise strings.

The way the girls focused on playing was heart-warming, and the extremely rhythmic playing made people want to dance to the beat, but none of this mattered in Miles Warren's eyes.

There is always only the blonde girl dancing violently at the end of the band.

At this time, a discordant sound suddenly appeared in the band's performance. Gwen's drum set accelerated as if provocative, and Mary Jane's guitar then plucked the strings to fight with her as if accepting the challenge.<

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But just before the performance breaks down, the slap bass will scold them severely.

They finally finished playing a song on this rather chaotic stage. Mary Jane turned around angrily almost at the end of the performance, wanting to scold Gwen for suddenly causing trouble, but...<

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"Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong! Bang times!"

The drumsticks were flying, and Gwen seemed to be venting her anger as she kept hitting and hitting with a fierce momentum, as if what she was hitting was not the drum set in front of her, but something invisible.<

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It took a while for Gwen to realize that something was wrong. She raised her head cautiously, and sure enough, the other members of the band were surrounding her in a circle, looking at her speechlessly.

"OK, I won. I said she could last five minutes this time."

The black girl Glory stretched out her hand triumphantly and patted the head of Betty, a black-haired girl wearing black-rimmed glasses. The latter helplessly slapped away Glory's palm that kept touching her head, and then took her with her.

He said with a bit of helplessness:

"Gwen, you really should talk to us."

"Talk?! Of course we have to talk! How many times has this happened? You managed to recover for a while before, why are you back again now?"

Mary Jane, on the other hand, was not as gentle as the other two. She put her hands on her hips, raised her eyebrows, and let out a "ha" sound like a policeman who finally discovered the prisoner's flaw. Her upper body suddenly leaned forward, approaching Gwen,

The strong sense of oppression made Gwen couldn't help but quietly move her body back a little.

"Ah...haha,"

Gwen, who knew she was in the wrong, smiled dryly, trying to find a reasonable reason to escape Mary Jane's questioning, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find a reasonable excuse, and finally had to say carefully:
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"What you understand is that sometimes you will be immersed in music, and when the feeling comes, I will 'move and hit' and I can't stop."

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Mary Jane raised her eyebrows.

"Can't stop slapping? Okay, Glory, Betty, grab her, I'm going to give this lady's ass a 'swinging' now!"

After saying that, she started to move her hands first without waiting for the other two people to react. However, Gwen was obviously very resistant to having her butt "moved and spanked". It probably brought back some memories, so she subconsciously used it.

The extraordinary athletic ability dodges Mary Jane's "attack".

The other two girls were hiding aside to watch the show as usual, but this time they didn't even need to make a bet to know how things would develop.

Sure enough, Mary Jane was out of breath and defeated after a few minutes. She pointed at Gwen, but couldn't say a word. She just gasped for air, while Gwen waved her little hands and mouthed apologetically.

I kept expressing my apologies.

"I will get over it! I will definitely solve it this time! I swear!"

"You...you better...better be like this!"

Mary Jane issued an ultimatum with an unthreatening expression.

"If you don't resolve your emotional issues with your boyfriend quickly, then Mary Janes will take action!"

"Yes! We will teach this annoying boy a lesson!"

"He stole our best drummer!"

Glory and Betty, who were watching the play, also echoed Mary Jane's remarks, but Gwen was shocked. She denied it repeatedly:

"Hey! What are you talking about? Boyfriend? Did you misunderstand something?!"

Facing Gwen's denial, Mary Jane sneered.

"Betty, she said we misunderstood."

Betty pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and said with a bit of joking:

"Since March this year, you have been absent from band training. Of course, you have been absent and late in the past, but your expression when you asked for leave was not so expectant. When I heard your voice on the phone, it was like

It's singing."

Glory continued what Betty said:

"In the past, every time we wanted to talk to you, you would rudely refuse, or say that it was just your own business, or simply leave in silence. We all felt at the time that you might leave if things continued like this.

Band, but since April, that is, after the fatal bombing, you have actually apologized!"

And Mary Jane delivered the fatal blow.

"Since then, whether you are in class or training, you will suddenly have inexplicable "clucking" silly music. Betty also took photos and videos for you. Do you want to see it?"

"Sisters, I just...just..."

Seeing that Gwen still wanted to make excuses, Glory said simply:

"No matter what the reason is, you have to solve it quickly. In more than a month, we will participate in the recital at the beginning of the school year. This is the first event held by the school after the terrible explosion. The school does not hesitate to

Gongben’s management of this event wants to eliminate the impact of the previous bombings. Maybe many reporters will visit by then. This is a good opportunity for us to become famous!"

Betty patted Gloria, frowned and said:

"Don't be so utilitarian Glory, we should be more concerned about the troubles our friends are having than the concert."

After speaking, Betty pushed up her glasses, and the lenses reflected a white light, covering Betty's eyes.

"So...Gwen, come and tell your sour love story. As good friends, we will definitely criticize that bastard for you and help you solve the problem."

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more biased, Mary Jane finally waved her hands as if she couldn't bear it anymore and glared at everyone on the stage.

"Sisters, this is not a luncheon! This is a practice room, and we are still on the stage!"

However, she probably realized that no one would be interested in continuing to practice in this situation, so Mary Jane had to give up the idea of ​​continuing to play. She sighed and directly put her hand on Gwen's shoulder, and this time Gwen
To be continued...