Chapter 173 (1/2)

A class is practicing on the playground, and they all have suona in their hands.

Hearing the shrill cry of the red sun in the East, they couldn't help but feel sad, and then they played a sad music together, which was the kind of sad music played in ancient funerals.

It's called a lingering sound. It lasts for three days

Almost all the students in the school heard it, they were there silently sad, the whole school has been covered by a sad atmosphere.

Su Yao was too lazy to turn his eyes.

These sand sculptures are really good at playing. If Murong Cuihua wakes up, she will surely faint again with anger when she hears the sad music that can only be played at funeral.

On the other side.

In the East Red Sun holding Murong Cuihua into the infirmary, Murong Cuihua suddenly woke up.

The red sun of the East immediately sobbed with joy and raised his head and howled, ”Cuihua, you are finally awake.”

On the playground, the group of students who were playing sad music seemed to hear his words, which changed the style of music in an instant. Moreover, it was the kind of joy that the ancient wedding ceremony played. It was very happy.

As a result, the atmosphere of the whole school changed from sadness to cheerfulness.

Su Yao felt that he was really out of place with the sand sculpture school. All the sand sculptors wanted him to give up the task.

However, it is impossible to give up the task, which is impossible in this lifetime. If he gives up the task, it is equivalent to the failure of the task. He doesn't want to have a stain on his career, and he doesn't want to be ridiculed by the garbage of tangyuan.

At this time, the Tangyuan in the system space kept laughing, ”ha ha ha, how can these people be so sand sculpture...”