C18 There's Always a First Come First Served Chick

At this moment, in the center of the Snowfall Nightclub stage, there was a noble piano that was ivory white.

Under the spotlight, a girl in a black lace gown with exposed shoulders was happily playing. The faint attire hung on her face made her look incomparably charming. "His slender fingers slowly strummed the strings of the zither, as if he were a character from a poem or painting.

Although the girl wasn't wearing glasses, Ye Zifeng still recognized her at first glance.

At this moment, who else could it be other than the Zhonghai Art Academy and piano department's beautiful teacher, Mo Lan, but the lady dressed in elegant clothes, who was sitting on the dance floor in the center, happily playing a symphony of moonlight?

"To be a teacher during the day and to mix in the nightclub at night, is our beautiful teacher really different from the others?"

As if he had discovered something new, Ye Zifeng once again opened up a bottle of beer.

Without the baptism of heavy metal music, the atmosphere of the entire nightclub became much calmer. The previously chaotic dance floor had also become clear. There were only groups of professional nightclub actors dancing onstage. Everyone else began to enjoy this quiet time.

The Moonlight Sonata had only lasted for ten minutes or so. However, the atmosphere had changed as the heavy metal music had been played all night long.

Immersed in her own stage, Mo Lan was currently focused on the stage.

Very quickly, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata finished. Mo Lan slowly stood up, bowed towards the stage and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, the audience suddenly burst into applause.

Pah pah pah pah.

"It's nice to listen to you, it's simply too nice to listen to!" Miss Mo Lan, please wait. "

The people sitting on the tables in front of the stage suddenly stood up.

The leader was a short and fat middle-aged man. He had a shiny hairstyle and was bare-armed. On his arm was the tattoo of the Azure Dragon in the Left and the White Tiger in the Right. There was a large gold chain for holding the dog hanging from his almost invisible neck.

There were a few people following behind the middle-aged man. They were all very young, but they all had flowery and gaudy hairstyles. From a glance, one could tell that they were not good people.

Facing this group of fellows that suddenly stood up, the surrounding crowd immediately retreated. After all, this matter had nothing to do with them.

Everyone looked at this group of people nervously, not knowing what they were going to do.

The middle-aged man carried two wine cups and walked up the stage with a disgusted smile on his face, facing a surprised Mo Lan.

"Miss Mo Lan's zither music is truly enchanting, it can even be said that it bypasses the rule of no end for three days!"

"I am Chang Si. I haven't even graduated from elementary school in terms of education, but I admire artists with culture like Miss Mo Lan, with background and elegant temperament."

After saying that, the bald Chang Si closed in on Mo Lan with a face full of ill intentions.

"Miss Mo Lan, to express my admiration and admiration for you, I, Chang Si, offer you a cup. I wonder if Miss Mo Lan can please give me a full one to drink?"

With a flick of Chang Si's wrist, the bald headed Chang Si brought out a cup of blood red Mary in front of him.

The group of delinquents behind Chang Si all laughed sinisterly, as if they were waiting for this beauty in front of them to fall for their trick.

Ye Zifeng had seen many of these hoodlums. These people did not admire the art of the piano, but rather, were well-versed in culture. They were just a bunch of lecherous people who liked to get close to others and take advantage of them. Of course, putting an elegant pianist like Mo Lan on the bed would give a lot more satisfaction than putting some of the society's female delinquents on the bed.

But facing a group of hoodlums surrounding him, Mo Lan snorted: "Sorry, I don't know how to drink!"

Suddenly, the bald Chang Si's face became ugly, and laughed coldly: "Does this mean that Miss Mo Lan does not want to give me, Chang Si, face?"

"It's not a matter of face, I really don't know how to drink! Please forgive me, Fourth Master Chang. " Mo Lan replied coldly.

Seeing Mo Lan reject them several times, the little hoodlums behind Chang Si did not agree. "Oh, you little naughty girl, how dare you be so shameless. Our Fourth Master honors you with wine, that's because we're giving you face. If you push us any further, don't blame our brothers for not being courteous! "

As he said that, a little green hair with dyed green hair reached out and pinched two on Mo Lan's shoulders.

Mo Lan was furious, she pushed away the little green hair immediately: "What are you doing, if you continue to mess with me like this, I'm going to call the security guards!"

"Oh, so it's that. You still have the guts to show it off, right?!"

While speaking, a few delinquents swarmed forward and was about to attack Mo Lan.

At this time, bald Chang Si scolded: "What are you doing, what are you doing, scram to the side of this daddy! Is that how you treat artists? Crude, vulgar, vulgar. "

"Whose hands did it just now? Slap yourself ten times!"

No one dared to disobey their boss. In order to show his dignity, the little green hair respectfully led the others to the side and began to slap himself. As he fanned himself, he said, "Fourth Master, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

If this move of the bald Chang Si's was meant for Mo Lan's, it was meant for everyone below the stage to see. This was called intimidating.

Mo Lan's danger seemed to have been eliminated, but facing this kind of situation, Mo Lan could neither leave nor stay.

Chang Si squinted his eyes and laughed, then raised the wine cup in front of Mo Lan once again: "Miss Mo Lan, it was my men who went against the rules, sorry, I gave you a fright."

With that, Chang Si changed the topic: "But Miss Mo Lan, I, Chang Si, am still a well-known person here, furthermore, my subordinates are watching over it, if you do not drink this wine, I, Chang Si, will not be able to pass this face!"

As he said that, Chang Si raised the wine cup in his hand once again. Although his small eyes were still smiling, they had already become ferocious.

Mo Lan was in a dilemma, she was sweating profusely. In the end, Mo Lan gritted her teeth and thought: I'll just drink, isn't it just a cup of wine?

Thinking of this, Mo Lan's long and slender fingers trembled as she extended towards the wine cup in Chang Si's hands.

Seeing Mo Lan finally giving in, Chang Si felt pleased in his heart: Little girl, I'll let you pretend to be noble. I have already filled this wine with seasonings. They are all imported from foreign countries. If you drink it, you won't be able to enjoy the night.

But just as Mo Lan's slender fingers touched the crystal wine cup, Chang Si felt a pain on his shoulder, and his arm went numb.

With a bang, the wine cup fell to the ground, and the blood-like Bloody Mary fell to the ground.

Chang Si was immediately enraged and immediately looked back. He saw a young man standing behind him, holding a beer bottle in his hand and holding onto Chang Si's shoulder with one hand.

"Bro, there should be a first come first serve when trying to pick up a girl, right? I chose this girl first so you have to stand aside!"

The young man's voice was lazy, like he was half drunk and half awake. However, that disdainful tone made Chang Si boil with anger.