"Little girl, aren't you a little too nice to Chu Qingyan?" Ye Hanzhi held a dish for her.
Tang Zhixi glanced at him: "I really like little girls."
"You even gave her a portrait." Ye Hanzhi said sourly, "I saw it when I was watching the video last night."
Tang Zhixi took a piece of celery and put it in her mouth. After swallowing it, she said, "Then watch the video tonight and then decide what tone to use to speak to me."
Ye Hanzhi raised his eyebrows: "Is it for me?"
"It depends on my mood."
After dinner, I just bought some clothes.
Tang Zhixi changed her clothes and sent Ye Hanzhi back to school. On the way, she bought Duan Nian a mobile phone with Ye Hanzhi's money.
It was already past three o'clock when we arrived at school.
The car stopped in front of the school. Tang Zhixi said "Let's go", unbuckled her seat belt and wanted to get out of the car. But she was held back by Ye Hanzhi.
Ye Hanzhi put his hand on the back of her neck, led her towards him, and kissed her again.
Tang Zhixi let him kiss for a while, then pressed his shoulders and pushed him away: "Recording the program."
Ye Hanzhi understood what she was talking about and kissed her twice more on the lips: "It's not swollen, you can't see it."
Tang Zhixi: "."
Ye Hanzhi smiled in a low voice, pinched the back of her neck and said, "Don't worry about outside matters, I'll take care of them. Enjoy your campus life."
"Um."
"Go ahead."
Ye Hanzhi looked at Tang Zhixi's back with a smile on his lips. In addition to tenderness and affection, there was also some contentment in his smile.
After entering the school, Tang Zhixi first went back to the dormitory and put on her school uniform, and then went to the art building to record.
The filming director was already waiting at the entrance of the art building. When he saw her coming, he immediately took the microphone and put it on her.
Then when he saw her hand, he was shocked: "Why is it so serious?"
When Tang Zhixi explained to Director Feng, she said she accidentally fell and went to the hospital for treatment.
"The swelling is severe, it will be fine in two days." Tang Zhixi's tone was casual and her voice was cold, obviously she didn't take it to heart.
The director looked at her carrot-like fingers and saw that she didn't seem to be fine.
"Actually, you can apply for a day off." The director said, "We are recording a variety show, not risking our lives."
"If you hurt your hand, it won't endanger your life." Tang Zhixi said, "Which floor are they on?"
"Eighth floor."
"Let's go."
The eighth, ninth, and tenth floors are all occupied by music students. Maybe because Fu Xue can play the pipa, the eight of them are here for the students who are good at learning musical instruments.
When Tang Zhixi arrived, the pipa was being played in the classroom.
It's probably not Fu Xue who's playing, after all, he can't get into the palace orchestra now if he can play at this level.
She entered the classroom through the back door. As soon as she entered, the first person she saw was Chu Qingyan.
She raised her eyebrows, thinking that the little girl wouldn't come to school this afternoon, but she didn't expect to meet her here.
As soon as she entered, everyone recording the show looked at her.
Duan Nian and Yue Guyuan immediately noticed the injury on her hand and frowned.
Wei Xingmian was so heartless that she was so happy to see her back that her face almost turned into a smile.
After Fu Xue glanced at her gently, he withdrew his gaze, touched the pipa he had put aside, and then raised his chin slightly.
Tang Zhixi glanced at Duan Nian and the others, then sat quietly next to Chu Qingyan: "Why are you here?"
"Otherwise, where is it?" Chu Qingyan looked at her hand and asked, "How is it? Does it hurt?"
"No." Tang Zhixi said, "Are you skipping class again?"
"My family asked for leave." Chu Qingyan said.
"Then why don't you go home?" Tang Zhixi's eyes twitched slightly when she heard that the student playing the pipa in front of her made a wrong note.
Chu Qingyan glanced at her, and that look clearly said, "What do you think!"
Tang Zhixi smiled and said, "Are you worried about me?"
Chu Qingyan didn't look at her and ignored her.
"Oh, I remembered, he was waiting to buy me dinner."
"Can you shut up?" Chu Qingyan whispered, "I talk a lot."
Tang Zhixi laughed: "Okay, shut up. Wait for my dinner."
Chu Qingyan snorted lightly and said nothing.
In today's class, the teacher corrected one student after another. He was relatively calm at first, but gradually became irritable.
"Hand shape, hand shape! Your left and right small joints are curved, curved!"
"What about your intensity? Listen to the sound you make, right? Is the intensity adequate?"
"Oh! Your pitch is wrong. The art test is about to take place. Can't you tell that your pipa's pitch is wrong?"
"It sounds pretty accurate to me," the student retorted in a low voice.
"Your ears have left home?" The teacher threw a tuner to her and said, "Where is it accurate? Where is it accurate when you listen?"
The student clamped the tuner on and played it. There was a very slight deviation on the tuner: "Just a little bit."
"Not even a little bit will do," the teacher said.
"Oh." The student corrected the tone. Then he played it and found that he still didn't hear anything.
When the teacher saw his appearance, he was so angry that he almost choked: "Next, next!"
Tang Zhixi looked from behind and raised the corner of her mouth for a moment.
"What are you laughing at?" Chu Qingyan rubbed her ears and said, "It's a disaster scene, and you can still laugh."
Tang Zhixi said nothing and listened to the teacher: "Oh, I'm still not fast enough to cross the string. Practice again."
"Oh, you are fast enough, but what are you playing? I have been practicing for so many years, and I have never played this piece of music."
Under the teacher's disgust and attack, each of the twenty or so people was finally corrected.
However, the teacher's narration did not end there: "You just feel that you are awesome every day. You are arrogant. All day long, you listen to the people around you playing almost as well as you, and you feel that your level is good."
No one in the class spoke, they just listened quietly, which was a normal state.
“If you don’t see the mountains beyond the mountains, you will never know where your own level is.”
All students with special talents in Jujia Private School are trained in their own school. All teachers are hired from outside and are paid by the hour.
And we never accept outside training personnel.
The teachers are of high quality and the number of students is small. They can take care of every student.
So the students' level is not bad, it's just that their level is improving and the teacher's requirements are also increasing.
"You have to thank the program team for choosing our school. You also have to thank the program team for inviting the students from the Palace Band." The teacher said, "You also have to thank Fu Xue, who learned pipa. It's really an advantage for you.
.Meet people from the Palace Orchestra for free.”
When the students heard the teacher speaking, they became excited instantly. The sound of applause and cheers immediately filled the entire classroom.
Everyone also turned to look at Fu Xue.
Several people recording the program from behind also applauded.
Tang Zhixi could only use one hand, and she saw Chu Qingyan sitting on the side with no intention of moving.
He turned her hand over and patted her hand twice.