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Chapter 233 Help Chase A Girl

Chapter 233 Help Chase A Girl

Chapter 233 Help Chase A Girl

Suddenly he was kicked violently in the back, and he fell to the ground, his knees hurting so much.

Seeing that Li Lin was injured, several boys on the opposite side immediately surrounded him. At this moment, Chu Feng ran up to them and smiled slightly:

"If you want to beat him, you have to pass my test first."

"Damn it, you thought it would be great to have an operation! I will let you go to the hospital for an operation now!"

After the leather-clothed man finished speaking, he punched him, Chu Feng stretched out his hand to hold his fist, and easily blocked the attack.

Within a few seconds, the man in leather twitched in pain, and curled up unconsciously:

"Hey, take it easy, your hand is broken!" He cried out in pain.

The two boys behind hurried up to help, but were kicked by Chu Feng one by one and fell to the ground, holding their stomachs and unable to get up.

Someone picked up the vase in the corner and threw it at Chu Feng. Chu Feng didn't turn his head back. With a slight flash, he stretched out his other hand to catch the vase firmly.

And that hand still clenched the leather-clothed man's fist tightly, its strength not weakened in the slightest.

Chu Feng's skill shocked every student present, including Li Lin and Mijia. They didn't know that Chu Feng was so good at fighting.

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"You let go! I let you let go! Do you know who my father is?" The man in the leather jacket was sweating from the pain, but he still didn't forget to play tricks.

After all, so many people are watching.

At this time, Carrie was a little panicked, and hurried up to apologize to Chu Feng: "Uncle is my fault, please let him go."

"Why are you begging him? Do you believe that I asked my dad to kill him? Don't go out if you have the guts. If you go out, I will beat you to death." The man in leather was even more arrogant.

Chu Feng ignored the man in the leather jacket, and turned to ask Carrie: "Yuanyuan really wants to go abroad to participate in the competition?"

"Well, if she really wants to go out, her parents have made arrangements for her." Carrie answered honestly, looking at the man in leather anxiously.

"You promised to help Mijia chase Yuanyuan, do you have a plan?" Chu Feng asked Mijia what he wanted.

Carrie looked distressed and said, "Thinking about it, Yuanyuan chose a repertoire for the competition and asked a famous artist to make an adaptation, but the adaptation was too difficult and she couldn't get it down."

"I just thought that Mijia might be able to help Yuanyuan? I haven't told anyone about this matter, and Yuanyuan won't let me talk about it."

"There are too many people chasing Yuanyuan at school. If you let them know that Yuanyuan is in trouble, they will definitely help out and annoy Yuanyuan to death."

"Can you let him go now? I really told you everything without reservation!"

Carrie looked at Chu Feng pleadingly, and then Chu Feng let go of the leather-clothed man.

"Ouch, my hand is broken!" The man in leather coat complained, covering his hand.

"You wait, I'm going to have a medical examination, and I'm going to sue you, and I'll sue you to the point of bankruptcy! My dad won't let you go!" The man in leather was still vicious.

Suddenly Carrie raised her hand and slapped the man in leather:

"Can't you fucking say a few words? With your father's ability, you still want to sue others. Do you believe that my phone call will ruin your father's fortune?"

The man in leather covered his face and said pitifully, "Carrie, why are you facing outsiders?"

"Because you are too embarrassing to me! Break up!" Carrie said angrily.

It seems that Carrie's family background is stronger than that of the man in the leather jacket. The man in the leather jacket immediately knelt down on his knees and cried:

"No, don't leave me, I can't live without you!"

It's a disgrace to throw it home.

After finally sending away this group of chattering students, Li Lin sat on the sofa clutching his waist and sighed:

"It's really useless. Let a bunch of kids fight like this. Chu Feng, you have to teach me a few tricks."

"No, I'm not free." Chu Feng hastily refused.

Mijia, who was cleaning the house by the side, kept silent all the time, looking shocked.

Chu Feng stepped forward and snatched the work from his hands and said, "What? Don't you want to chase your Yuanyuan?"

"What are you going to chase after? I don't know how to play the piano." Miga said in frustration.

"Not at all?"

"I learned a little bit from my grandmother when I was young, but it was only a little bit. Yuanyuan's piano is at the full level. How can I teach her?"

As Mijia said, she remembered that when her parents had not divorced when she was a child, her mother took her to her grandmother's house, and her grandmother always played the piano for him.

Chu Feng thought for a while and said, "How about this, you find a way to get her competition song, and Li Lin and I will help you find a way."

Chu Feng glanced at Li Lin, who was confused.

"Okay, I'll try." Miga nodded.

"You can mention my name to anyone, no problem, we are friends, and I will definitely help you to the end."

Chu Feng was not angry because Mijia took advantage of his reputation, but allowed him to do so, and Mijia was very moved.

After leaving Mijia's house, Li Lin praised Chu Feng for his generosity and talent all the way.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting. Did you go to Songshan and follow the Shaolin Temple?" Li Lin really had a big brain.

Chu Feng smiled with a good temper, but did not speak.

"And Chu Feng, you said just now that you would make some competition song for the girl he likes, is it true or not?"

"Really."

"How? Could it be that you know Bach and Beethoven?" Li Lin was surprised.

Chu Feng shrugged and said nothing, thinking: Maybe I am a Beethoven myself.

When the two passed by the musical instrument store, Chu Feng asked Li Lin to stop the car.

He walked in and looked at the white piano in the store, feeling strange emotions in his heart.

"Excuse me, sir, do you need a piano?" The shop owner, dressed in simple and elegant clothes, came over.

Chu Feng smiled modestly: "I just want to take a look."

"Oh, just look at it, but if you want, this piano is not for sale. I have an album over there, you can take a look."

The shopkeeper pointed to the table by the wall.

"Why not sell it?" Chu Feng was curious.

The store owner pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:

"This piano was passed down from my great-grandfather, and it is also considered a family heirloom in my family. Although it is well maintained on the outside, it has long been broken inside."

"It doesn't look like it's broken." Chu Feng began to look at the piano in front of him.

"It can make sound, but it's basically out of tune. It's an old-fashioned piano, and the inside is very old. It's easy to completely destroy the parts if it's repaired."

The shop owner touched the piano lovingly, as if recalling something, and was a little lost in thought.

"If I can fix this piano, can you sell it to me?" Chu Feng had an idea and raised a condition.

The shop owner was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and said, "It's impossible to fix it, I asked many people to see it."

"You just need to ask if you can sell it to me after I repair it." Chu Feng insisted on his own opinion.

The store owner pushed the glasses again, thought for a while and said, "What if the repair is broken? Can you afford it?"

"You name a price and I'll listen to it." Chu Feng listened attentively.

The shop owner pinched his fingers and said: "According to its year, it will cost at least 8000 million."

Chu Feng was a little speechless when he heard that. He didn't expect this bad piano to be worth so much money.

"Then if I fix it, how much will you sell me for?" Chu Feng asked again.

The shop owner smiled slightly, with disdain in his eyes: "If you fix it, I'll give you the market price, eighty-eight thousand."

(End of this chapter)