"No." Zhuang Wenche shook his head, "You can teach me."

"Well. The thumb of your right hand controls these three strings..."

"I feel like they are so redundant." Lu Qinglin sighed.

Ke Chuan: "I think so too."

Lu Qinglin: "How about they disappear?"

Zhuang Wenche: "Your legs are not very good, what else do you want to do?"

Lu Qinglin: "..."

Ke Chuan: "This is what we should bear at our age."

After the sports games is the long-awaited art festival. This art festival has much more programs than previous art festivals, and some have four or five programs in a row.

In order to provide students with a good platform to showcase themselves, the school only required all the programs to pass the review, so it reserved nearly a day for them to perform to their heart's content.

He didn't seem to have much to prepare. She sat underneath, her ears almost touching the strings.

"What are you doing?" Zhuang Wenche helped Lu Qinglin and the two of them limped to their seats.

The first program is about to start, and almost everyone on the playground has arrived. The sports committee member counts the number of people in the class and is waiting for the host to come on stage and notify the official start of the art festival.

"The sound of my guitar is a little inaccurate. It's too noisy here and I can't hear it very well. How is it tuned now?"

There are indeed many people and the crowd is indeed noisy.

He Xi raised his voice when talking to Zhuang Wenche.

"It's okay, don't worry. Have you asked Ke Chu'an whether you are in the morning or in the afternoon?"

"It's basically the last few in the morning. If it's fast, it's in the morning, if it's slow, it's in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!