Chapter 139

A gentle and quiet girl, wearing a fresh floral dress, is sitting on a bench playing the piano.

The sun danced on her eyelashes, her eyes drooping.

Sheng Yue is not good at piano, but violin. The reason why she hides this is that Han Jingyu is good at violin. In order to perform with him, she chose piano.

In fact, she won't lose to anyone on the violin alone.

That day, after watching her piano performance, Mr. Yang felt that her music was ordinary and arbitrary.

Where can Sheng Yang see high-end musical instruments such as piano and violin in that small mountain village? Only triangle iron, day and night can only practice this, even if it is a fool, also can cultivate into essence.

Therefore, Sheng Yang's musical attainments are not comparable with his own!

Yang also raised his ears and listened carefully. The music seems to be pretty good.

Then he took a look at Sheng Yue not far away, and it was quite powerful to improve so much in a short time.

Qian Xianchao pointed to Sheng Yue, his face cold, and said to Yang, "you said before that it was her who wanted to accept apprentices?"

Before Yang replied, "I said, are you out of your mind?"

Sheng Yue's violin playing hand was disordered for a while, making a "crunching" sound, and then made a complete wrong sound, so the rhythm was hard to find.

"At this level, why don't you ask me to come here? The older you get, the more confused you are Qian Xianchao's training of Yang Lao is like that of Sun Tzu. They are about the same age, but in the world of music, they are very hierarchical.

"Of course not." Yang is too busy to clarify, but he doesn't want to be scolded by his mentor.

"If not, I would have thought you had Alzheimer's..."

Qian Xianchao's tongue is usually poisonous, but today he seems to be in a bad mood, which is to play to the extreme.

The two directly bypassed Sheng Yue and walked towards the teaching building.

Sheng Yue put down her violin and trembled with anger.

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In the classroom of class seven, everyone is bustling and noisy.

There are two old men at Leng buting's door. They are still searching. Some people wonder if they are bad people.

Fang duo touched his chin, "how do I think these two old men look familiar?"

Ouye came over, "I also think, whose grandfather is it?"

"No, no! I've seen them on TV Fang duo suddenly remembered, "on the left is Mr. Yang. On the last school anniversary, he stood behind, and on the right is Mr. Qian. The leaders personally presented awards to him."

Ouye looks at her and thinks that her memory has been used in watching TV. No wonder she didn't do well in the exam.

"What are these two doing here? Our class is not an art class, and there are not many art students. "

Sheng Yang just finished a page of paper, turned it over, and did a few more questions. A classmate came in in a hurry, "learn God, someone is looking for you!"

She looked up and saw that it was Mr. Yang again, and the old man next to her was very familiar with it. She had sent her resume and registration photo in the chat software before. She pursed her lips and didn't say a word. She looked down at the paper, and there were five questions.

I can't bear to call someone out before I finish obsessive-compulsive disorder.

So she didn't get up and went on.

"So, you're talking about this girl, wasting our precious time and letting us wait for her here?" As soon as Qian Lao's face was drawn, he wanted to leave immediately.

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