An adolescent girl who is full of longing and fantasy about playing the piano.

After listening to the idol's performance up close.

Make a passionate speech.

This is easy to understand.

Fang Xiaoyu's eyes were hot at this time.

But in Qin Jian's opinion, there was no need for the atmosphere to be so solemn.

"You stand still first."

It had been five or six seconds since Qin Jian finished speaking.

But Fang Xiaoyu still kept his 90-degree bend and remained motionless.

This made Qin Jian's eyebrows frown slightly, making it difficult to tell whether he was unhappy or something else.

The atmosphere in the 304 piano room became more solemn.

...

There was a decisiveness in Fang Xiaoyu's words just now, which sounded a bit inconsistent with their age relationship and did not sound like the words of this era.

It feels like learning from a master in front of the mountain gate.

Qin Jian has no plan to 'establish a sect' yet, maybe this question will flash through his mind occasionally.

But at least so far, this idea has never materialized in his thoughts.

In fact, when he sent the text message last night, he showed that he was willing to teach the other party something.

But this is just a supplement to his holiday life.

If it was a little more humane, Fang Xiaoyu did touch him a bit during the admissions exam.

He is serious and studious, smart and sensible, and has a sense of responsibility that most of his peers do not possess.

‘I want to have a stable job first’

‘After my job becomes stable, I want to save money to buy a piano of my own’

‘Then become a good piano teacher’

Qin Jian remembered Fang Xiaoyu's three plans for life very clearly.

Also, it was he who suggested that she stop studying with other teachers for the time being and practice scales for a month.

The other party did indeed do it, and he was quite satisfied with the result. Perhaps the other party's skills were still lacking, probably because there was no teacher to guide him in the past month.

Qin Jian's expectation is to correct her hand shape problem in these two months and teach her some correct practice methods.

If possible, guide the other person to practice two pieces for the art test.

Before leaving, find her a reliable teacher.

With this set of rules, Fang Xiaoyu's exams will go relatively smoothly in the end.

But the current situation.

But it made him a little embarrassed.

Perhaps it's like the difference between teaching students and accepting disciples.

It doesn't sound like there's much difference, but the latter has a bit of a heritage flavor.

Judging from Fang Xiaoyu's words and deeds, it is the latter that the other party wants to win now.

Probably in Fang Xiaoyu's view, this is an opportunity for her.

But if you accept this master-disciple relationship, you will have to shoulder certain responsibilities.

If refused...

Qin Jian was not sure whether this would be a blow to Fang Xiaoyu. From his heart, he did not want to see such a situation.

Moreover, the other party does have unique talents.

How could a young girl who was able to practice the gyro etudes by herself to the point that all the piano teachers for the art exams praised her lack of talent?

Enthusiasm, character, talent, it seems that the other party has it all.

...

"Real students..."

Qin Jian murmured in his heart. For a moment, he didn't know why he thought of Mozart and Beethoven, Beethoven and Czerny, Czerny and Liszt.

Several pairs of famous masters and apprentices in the long history.

Suddenly, he sighed slightly.

The picture in his mind became more complicated, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart quietly reminding him.

"Might be a good choice too."

The notes left by Chris will one day come out.

Maybe one day in the future, he will need such a person to stand in front of the stage.

Maybe that day is not far away.

But this person.

Must be good enough.

...

a long time.

...

"I'll give you a month."

Qin Jian broke the quiet atmosphere in the piano room.

"A month later, he was still in this piano room, playing Revolution to me."

Fang Xiaoyu's arms couldn't help but tremble slightly when he heard the sound, and his two small fists were instantly clenched.

"but."

Qin Jian stood up and said, "I won't teach you within this month."

"Listen to the recording yourself."

As he spoke, he took out a red bill from his trouser pocket and placed it on the piano board.

"I'll treat you to strawberries today."

After that, Qin Jian walked towards the door of the piano room. When he passed by Fang Xiaoyu, he stopped and gently helped him up.

"One month."

After the words fell, he opened the door.

Several students crowded outside the door were startled by the sudden opening of the door and hurriedly pushed back a few steps.

Looking at Qin Jian with some fear

After a brief commotion, the corridor fell into silence.

Qin Jian looked at his phone and smiled at everyone, "There are still forty minutes until half past seven."

The next second.

Scattered away.

...

As Qin Jian left, the entire Qinfang Building became quiet soon after.

Everyone packed up and left, busy going to eat

However, it was not until there were five minutes left before Wan Zi that the door to 304 was opened again.

Fang Xiaoyu was carrying a schoolbag, headphones hanging on his ears, holding a steamed bun in his hand, chewing it in his mouth, and ran quickly towards the stairs.

The swaying schoolbag made a lonely sound.

At an awkward pace.

The girl is full of energy.

...

Qin Jian returned to Apartment 206 and started his plan as usual.

After dinner, he and Amy completed the first German lesson via video chat.

In the first sense of the term, yesterday in Cr could only be regarded as a pre-school psychological counseling session.

feel good.
To be continued...