Gold Class FighterChapter 3

Li San was Yang Lei’s closest brother. These days, Li San noticed that Yang Lei’s mood was not great.

“Lei Ge, you’re still thinking about the Bright Billiards Room matter from before?” d4Za2P

“How can I not remember it? Do healed wounds no longer hurt?”

“You should give this matter a break. Boss personally intervened. If you don’t drop this matter, aren’t you hitting him in the face?”

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“I don’t want to get revenge. I just really want to fight Fang Yu once.”

“Many can fight. It’s not like there’s only one Fang Yu!” h2dsJX

“I’ve just set my eyes on him!”

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“Lei Ge, you’re not plucking cot… uh, playing guitar anymore?”

Yang Lei was reminded. He took that wooden guitar and went to the laboratory high school.

The laboratory high school had a very large standardized field. There were very tall bleachers and steps on the sides. Yang Lei would often sit on these steps at night and practice guitar. Actually, Yang Lei didn’t play as badly as Li San said he did. He could play some simple chords quite decently. Yang Lei hadn’t been to the bleachers for a few days. This evening, just as he sat down at his usual place on the steps, he heard the sound of a guitar coming from the steps far away on the other side. Someone had arrived before him.

Yang Lei paused. He specifically came past ten in the evening. At this time, usually this place would have long since been empty.

There was a wide soccer field in the middle between them. Of course, Yang Lei couldn’t see who was playing on the opposite side, but the melody drifted over in the wind; listening to it, Yang Lei was stunned. a5lNWY

He recognized that song was Luo Dayou’s “Childhood.”

On the banyan trees by the pond, cicadas are noisily calling for summer
On the swings by the grasses, only butterflies are resting on top
On the blackboard, the teacher’s chalk is still desperately, noisily writing nonstop
Children waiting for class to finish, waiting for school to be over, waiting for games…
Why has the girl in the class next door still not passed by my window?
Children with history in their mouths, manhwas in their hands, first loves in their hearts…
How many memories of ordinary days are always of facing the sky alone and spacing out?
Children are just so curious, just so enchanted, so alone…

Yang Lei listened raptly.

The person on the opposite side was not only playing, but also softly singing. k9cdLx

The evening wind brought the pleasant and smooth melody, and made Yang Lei hear the deep and gentle singing that made his mood rise and fall.

Yang Lei was shocked.

“Childhood” was a popular song all over Jianghai at that time. People in the streets and alleys could all sing it, guitarists would all learn how to play this song, and another song they loved playing was Luo Dayou’s “Love Song 1990.”

Yang Lei had heard many people play this song “Childhood.” He himself had also played it, but he rarely heard expert guitarists play it. This was the best playing he’d heard. As he listened, he became fascinated and deeply moved by that melody and singing. x8bUpd

Yang Lei couldn’t hold back from also softly singing along into the evening wind. And then he sat down, picked up the guitar, carefully trying to keep up with the rhythm of the person on the other side. But he didn’t dare to make too loud of a sound, afraid his own inferior skills would disturb the expert.

Yang Lei fumbled a little as he followed a few notes; he played the wrong note, and the melody on the opposite side stopped.

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“Sorry, brother!” Yang Lei was a little embarrassed, and raised his voice to shout at the opposite side.