A gentle and demure girl in a floral dress was sitting on the bench and playing the violin.
She lowered her eyes and the sunlight seemed to be dancing on her eyelashes.
In fact, Sheng Yue was better at the violin than the piano. She never showed it because Han Jingyu was best at the violin. To perform with him, she chose piano.
She wouldn’t lose to anyone in her violin-playing.
That day, Elder Yang said she had no talent for music after listening to her piano performance, which was too arbitrary.
Sheng Yang grew up in a small village. How could she know how to play high-end instruments such as the piano and violin? The only “instrument” available to her was a triangle, so she practiced it day and night. That was why she was so good at playing it.
But in fact, Sheng Yang’s musical attainments were not even close to hers!
Elder Yang also pricked his ears and listened carefully. The music seemed to be pretty good.
Then he glanced at Sheng Yue, who wasn’t far away. She had improved a lot in such a short period, which was quite impressive.
Qian Xianchao pointed at Sheng Yue and said to Elder Yang coldly, “Is she the student you mentioned?”
Before Elder Yang could answer, he said, “Are you out of your mind?”
Sheng Yue’s hand twitched and the violin creaked. Then her violin performance became out of tune.
“Is she worth my coming in person? You must be out of your mind!” Qian Xianchao snapped crossly. Although they were about the same age, their statuses were completely different in the world of music.
“Of course not,” Elder Yang hastily clarified. He didn’t want to be scolded by his teacher at all.
“Luckily not, or I would’ve thought you had dementia…”
Qian Xianchao was sharp-tongued and because he was in a bad mood today, his words sounded even meaner.
The two simply bypassed Sheng Yue and walked directly to the teaching building.
Sheng Yue put down the violin, shaking with anger.
**
In the Class 7 classroom, the students were frolicking and it was very noisy.
Seeing two old men appearing at the door abruptly and peeping into the classroom, the students wondered if they were bad guys.
Fang Duo stroked her chin. “Why do these two old men look so familiar?”
Ou Ye leaned close. “I also thought that. Whose grandfathers are they?”
“No, no! I saw them on TV!” Fang Duo suddenly remembered. “The one on the left is Elder Yang, who came to our last school celebration, and the person on the right is Elder Qian. Our president has personally presented him with awards.”
Ou Ye glanced at her. She spent so much time and energy watching TV. No wonder she didn’t do well in school.
“Then why did they come to our class? Our class isn’t an art class and doesn’t have many art students.”
Sheng Yang had just finished one page of a test paper when a student hurried in. “Goddess of Study, someone wants to see you!”
She raised her eyes and glanced. It was Elder Yang again, and she recognized the old man next to him as the “Money” guy. He had once sent her his resume with his picture on it, so she knew what he looked like. She pursed her lips and glanced at the test paper. There were still five questions left.
Her obsessive-compulsive disorder stopped her from doing anything before finishing the test.
So she didn’t stand up and continued with the test.
“What is she doing? She is wasting our precious time! How could she make us wait?” Elder Qian scowled and wanted to leave.