On weekends, Yang Jingxing continued to eat at the teacher's house. After her own efforts and Li Yingzhen's careful adjustment, An Xin is now in the middle ground between new skills and old habits. She can slightly feel the advantages of the new method, although it is more used by the previous ones.

I'm troubled by inertia, but my confidence is getting clearer and clearer.

My sister-in-law felt a little sorry for An Xin because she worked too hard. She tried her best to cook something delicious as a reward, and Yang Jingxing took advantage of it.

It was already half past six after dinner, and Yang Jingxing hadn't received a text message or phone call yet.

On Sunday, Yang Jingxing's activity track was a repeat of Saturday, and there was still no harassment from text messages or phone calls.

On the afternoon of Monday, August 4th, Yang Jingxing went to the airport to pick up Zhang Chujia. Zhang Chujia also worked hard. She studied German for several months. It is said that people are stupid in learning, and their minds are full of masculine and feminine positive and negative word order.

I took the time to go home and spend a week with my parents. Next week Zhang Chujia will leave for Hamburg. Apart from the school subsidy for living expenses, she doesn’t have to worry about anything else.

Zhang Chujia has only gone abroad twice, both to participate in competitions when she was a student, and both were short-lived and relaxing. She packed up and went home after just one or two rounds. This time it lasted for a year and a half, and the burden was not light. She had to represent the school.

Learn advanced experience and give reports in the department after returning to China. In the longer term, you must shoulder the important task of cultivating a new generation of piano talents.

In addition to the language difficulty, Zhang Chujia is more worried about the gap in technology and theory. It must be admitted that the piano education in Germany is indeed more advanced than the Puyin system. Although Zhang Chujia can play well by herself, she will have to play the piano next year after going there.

As a teaching assistant, I am really afraid of losing face to my alma mater.

The more Zhang Chujia thought about it, the angrier she became: "...It's all your fault!"

Yang Jingxing said: "I gave An Xin and the others a lecture on the history of piano art. It lasted almost twenty lessons. She recorded it. You can listen to it as a reference."

Zhang Chujia was surprised: "Oh, oh... Xiao Qi Pa is unwilling to give in? Want to stand up? Let me tell you, you have no chance in this life, even if you fly into the sky, you are still my student!"

Yang Jingxing hurriedly defended: "As the saying goes, if three people are together, there must be a teacher. I haven't thought about becoming a teacher yet. Personal abilities are always limited..."

Zhang Chujia remembered: "You are afraid that I will be embarrassed, so go with me. With you as a shield, I won't be afraid of anything." The principal had planned to take Yang Jingxing with him for exchanges, but as soon as the symphony plan came out, the others

All gave way.

Yang Jingxing vowed: "How can my senior sister be embarrassed... I am worried that you will be lonely. If you don't resolve the relationship between men and women in the past few days, I am afraid that you will go and find a foreigner, which is really unacceptable."

Zhang Chujia's face turned red: "...I'm used to it! It's not like a certain weirdo who doesn't learn well in his teens or twenties and follows girls around all day long!"

Yang Jingxing didn't care: "What's the name of that music teacher? Didn't he say that he would come to your office if he had nothing to do?"

"Yang Jingxing!" Zhang Chujia's teacher stood up majestically: "Who is gossiping? This is slander, slander, and slander!"

Yang Jingxing smiled evilly: "I didn't say anything bad about you, why are you so nervous? How dare you scold the professor?"

Zhang Chujia was stunned: "...Impossible! The professor is so boring? Who told her?"

Yang Jingxing: "The professor has a good impression of Teacher Zhu."

Zhang Chujia was very desperate: "I didn't expect that Professor Li Yingzhen, a dignified professor, is so weird. Teachers and students are just talking about this when they are together. No wonder, no wonder they want to learn from others."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "The national conditions are like this. I can imagine what you went through when you returned home."

Zhang Chujia became serious: "No, absolutely not, no one interfered with me... Teacher Zhu and I have nothing to do, and he didn't go to the office a few times."

Yang Jingxing was curious: "How many times exactly? What month, day and time?"

Zhang Chujia said coldly: "I can't remember clearly."

Yang Jingxing hehe.

Zhang Chujia glanced at him: "...Have you ever seen this person?"

Yang Jingxing haha: "Can you please stop being so unfamiliar... Who doesn't know me, who I haven't met before. I think it's not bad, but the key depends on what type you like. The professor is her own standard. I wish the teacher is gentle and virtuous. You

I can definitely control it.”

Zhang Chujia smiled evilly: "Okay, who said bad things about the professor!?"

Yang Jingxing declared: "This is a very kind word from me."

Zhang Chujia also stated: "I don't like gentle and virtuous people... I like rough and majestic people."

Yang Jingxing became vigilant: "You are not allowed to go to Europe, it is too dangerous..."

After arriving at Li Yingzhen's house, the teacher didn't say a word about wishing the teacher anything. He was only concerned about how Zhang Chujia's preparations were going.

Zhang Chujia was also active, and then asked An Xin for Yang Jingxing's lecture recording, saying that he wanted to criticize it carefully.

There is no class today, and Yang Jingxing doesn't want to take advantage of the meal, so he takes the time to go back to his residence.

At six o'clock, Yuan Haonan's text message came: Do you miss me? If you don't, please answer the phone. If you do, don't answer the phone.

The phone rang, but Yang Jingxing didn't answer.

Second text message: Since you miss me, okay, answer the phone.

The bell rang again, but Yang Jingxing still didn't answer.

The third text message: Sincerity downgrade, starting tomorrow.

On Tuesday, it was rare for Yang Jingxing to be at his residence all day, and he only had to answer some phone calls.

The text message was only from Yuan Haonan, and it was still on time at six o'clock: Didn't you feel surprised now yesterday?

Yang Jingxing answered the phone: "I was busy yesterday afternoon and the phone was on silent mode so I didn't check it. I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's it." Yuan Haonan seemed quite generous: "...Why didn't you reply to me when you saw it?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's too late."

"Oh..." Yuan Haonan encouraged gently: "Then answer the question."

Yang Jingxing said: "Surprise, last weekend was a surprise."

Yuan Haonan chuckled: "That's what I gave you too."

Yang Jingxing said, "Thank you, can you give me more?"

Yuan Haonan was reluctant: "Why? Are we familiar with each other?" The tone was considered intimate.

Yang Jingxing said: "It's just because I'm not familiar with it."

Yuan Haonan said: "Then I promise you, if you hang up the phone now, we will become more familiar." He did what he said and hung up immediately.

On Wednesday, Yang Jingxing went to the recording studio to prepare some things. This can be regarded as a big business for him. The collaboration between Tong Lei and the Puhai Philharmonic Orchestra was recorded in Hongxing. The rent of the studio is thousands per hour. In addition,

Being on other tracks can help Hongxing earn a small 20,000 yuan, and Chang Yiming also gets a lot of remuneration.

After noon, Yang Jingxing went to Li Yingzhen's house to continue eating.

Yuan Haonan had another surprise, no news for a day.

On Thursday morning, Yang Jingxing and his classmates and teachers went to the school to see off the team of teachers and students who were going to the National University of Music and Drama in Hamburg, Germany for exchange. There were eight people in total, led by the principal and the director of the exchange office, plus three young teachers and three students, piano,

Sharing between the three majors of Bel Canto and Violin.

There was nothing sentimental about it, Zhang Chujia was not shy at all, and she had a few laughs with the teacher Gossip Zhu who came to see her off.

It takes four days for the principal to go back and forth. After returning, there will be the last detailed review meeting of the editorial board. After everyone confirms that it is correct, the printing work will begin.

Everyone still avoids playing any symphony, and they don’t even mention composition.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Jingxing was in a daze in front of the notation software at his residence for a while, and looked at Yuan Haonan's new text message: Answer the phone, otherwise there will be no surprises in the future.

Yang Jingxing answered: "Yeah."

"Do you know what day it is today?" Yuan Haonan's tone did not sound threatening at all.

Yang Jingxing said: "Today is the day before the opening of the Olympic Games."

Yuan Haonan said differently: "The day before my birthday is also the Chinese Valentine's Day and the Magpie Bridge Party."

Yang Jingxing was polite: "Happy Chinese Valentine's Day and happy birthday."

Yuan Haonan said: "We will go to Pingjing tomorrow and we are still in Puhai."

Yang Jingxing wished: "Have a safe journey."

"Let me ask you a question." Yuan Haonan asked curiously in a gentle and sweet tone: "Do you hate me?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Not really, so I hope you won't do anything annoying."

"...Oh, that's it." Yuan Haonan seemed to believe it: "Like what?"

Yang Jingxing said: "For example, asking questions knowingly."

Yuan Haonan was sincere: "I won't ask again!"

Yang Jingxing felt a little submissive: "I must have offended you in the past. I apologize to you. Please be generous and don't worry about it, okay?"

Yuan Haonan agreed: "Okay, let's start again...Actually, I'm a little tired too."

Yang Jingxing suggested: "Yes, go back to when we first met, you were quite normal at that time."

Yuan Haonan was worried: "But you don't like it."

Yang Jingxing said: "It's much better than now... What are you trying to do? Are you not afraid of split personality?"

Yuan Haonan was anxious: "No, you have to like it now. What happened at the beginning was fake."

Yang Jingxing said: "I can distinguish between true and false."

Yuan Haonan was curious: "How to tell the difference?"

Yang Jingxing did not answer: "I have eyes to see."
To be continued...