Piano, violin... ballet, in order to be able to be of first-class musicians and dancers, Xiao Xiao stayed in the study space for 5 years this time. This progress is quite slow for Xiao Xiao today. When he came out, he looked at the pure white system space, as if he was a different world.

"Are you ready?" Xiaolu asked.

Xiao Xiao came back to his senses and said, "You can come."

As the teleportation began, Xiao Xiao fell into the girl playing the piano in front of a graceful and luxurious tripod.

Now the girl who was practicing a song paused, pressing her fingers heavily on the keys, and the sudden stress interrupted the soft and smooth notes.

"What's going on? Yawen, are you asleep?" The instructor who was dressed rigorously and looked like Master Mie Jue, holding the baton, frowned, and hit the girl's head with a baton, and said sternly.

"It's okay, I'll do it again." Xiao Xiao, who perfectly controlled this body, calmly turned the score to the beginning page and started playing it again.

The soft and smooth music sounded again, and the instructor didn't say much when he saw this. The baton shook gently with the rhythm of the notes. Gradually, the baton swung less and less until it stopped.

The instructor's hand holding the baton froze, staring at the girl playing the music in amazement.

It's different, it's completely different from what I felt just now. If it were Zhao Yawen just now, although she was very talented, she was only 13 years old and could not accurately grasp the essence of this song "Spring", but now Zhao Yawen has completely grasped it.

The freshness of the green grass, the fragrance of flowers, the play of larks, and the feeling of spring breeze and rain that reveals the music is like a real scene sinking in front of you, like a spring breeze.

When Xiao Xiao knocked on the last note, Chen Ling stood there blankly, immersed in this illusion and did not come out.

"Teacher, do you want to go to the next one?"

Xiao Xiao's elegant voice sounded, interrupting Chen Ling's fantasy.

"Next." Chen Ling opened her mouth and did not ask for improvements to the girl's playing as usual, but instead accelerated the progress and went directly to the next tutorial.

So the next "Sea" sounded like a storm, sweeping every corner of music training, as if a thousand layers of tsunami were sweeping towards her. Chen Ling, who was closest to her, had the greatest impact. At this time, she was breathing rapidly, sweating on her forehead, and she had never felt nervous before.

But this very short but extremely impactful note is followed by a rapidly changing and calm note that seems to have no ups and downs, as if the sea is calm.

The smooth rhythm of Chen Ling was completely stunned. If the previous song "Spring" was just Zhao Yawen's sudden blessing, then the current song "Sea" is enough to prove that the girl in front of her has superb skills.

Chen Ling was mixed feelings. She was originally not optimistic about Zhao Yawen, but Zhao Yawen's efforts were achieved with the encouragement of her parents and Chen Ling.

Zhao Yawen's talent makes it easy for her to master various skills when practicing classical music, but Chen Ling has never been optimistic about her student.

Because she has no passion for piano and classical music.

There is no such thing as no matter how good her skills are, she cannot cover up this, so Zhao Yawen has always been unable to grasp the essence contained in piano music.

Zhao Yawen is still not enthusiastic now, but she has prepared to grasp the essence of the music.

Chen Ling was invited to teach Zhao Yawen just because of the high salary recruitment of the Zhao family and the request of the Zhao family's old man Zhao Yunzhou. She had no feelings of caring for this student, but she just taught her as an obligation, but now...

"I have nothing to teach you anymore." Chen Ling put the baton on the tripod in dejectedly and said somewhat dejectedly: "This is the end of today's practice."

"Teacher walks slowly." Xiao Xiao stood up gracefully and bowed respectfully, without any intention of keeping or caring in his eyes.

Chen Ling nodded complicatedly and walked out with a somewhat ugly face. Just as Zhao Yawen had no enthusiasm for the music and had no feelings for her as a mentor. Zhao Yawen always showed respect and polite appearance in front of Chen Ling, but she never treated her as a teacher.

Zhao Yawen never wanted to learn anything from her. She was like a puppet and let her and Zhao Yawen's parents dominate, and she accepted everything they gave her.

Chen Ling sighed in her heart and walked out of the music room and called Zhao Yawen's parents.

The Zhao family’s parents are very concerned about their children’s education. Even if the time for her phone calls is inappropriate, maybe they are having a meeting at this time, but the other side is connected after the beep.

"Hey, is it Teacher Chen? Hello?" Zhao's father spoke first.

After adjusting his thoughts, Chen Ling hurriedly said: "I am."

"Is there anything wrong with Teacher Chen? Did my Yawen cause trouble for you?" Zhao's father asked politely.

"No, no, she is very obedient. I called you just wanted to quit your job as a tutor, I..."

Before Chen Ling finished speaking, Zhao's father was anxiously interrupted.

"You are going to quit your job as a tutor?!" Zhao's father was holding a pen in one hand to correct documents and a microphone in the other. When he heard that Chen Ling was about to resign, he immediately threw away the pen in his hand and held the microphone in both hands, and said anxiously: "No, Teacher Chen, do you have any difficulties? You are the best piano teacher in the city. If you resign, where will Yawen and her mother go to find such an outstanding teacher like you? If you have difficulties, just say it directly, we can also talk about the salary..."

Before Chen Ling finished speaking, she was dizzy when her father Zhao said something, and she couldn't get in. She touched her forehead helplessly and said as she waited for her father to take a breath:

"There is no difficulty, but your daughter no longer needs my teachings. What I can teach Yawen has been perfectly mastered by her. Yawen no longer needs a mentor. I have nothing to teach Yawen. You and your wife can listen to Yawen's performance when you go back tonight."

"She no longer needs a mentor." Chen Ling repeated again, "That's all I want to say. I won't come tomorrow, so I won't disturb your work."

Fearing that Zhao's father would talk a lot, Chen Ling hung up politely and felt relieved after hanging up the phone.

Sometimes it’s very tiring to communicate with Zhao’s parents.

Zhao's father, who was hung up the phone, was confused. Did he just hang up the phone? After coming back to his senses, his father Zhao, who was about to dial back, thought about it and put it back on the microphone.
Chapter completed!