MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

  Chapter 46 046 Really don't need guzheng teacher, Wang Youfeng!

   This video was sent by Ji Heng to Ji Shaorong.

  Last night, it was rare for their family to have dinner and discuss together. Ji Shaojun knew that Bai Po had studied Guzheng in the Bai family for a year.

  Now when I go back to Xiangcheng, I can't let the children learn the guzheng.

  Bai Po was memorizing words on one side, focusing on two tasks, but he couldn't hear clearly. He didn't expect that today was only the second day.

  Ji Shaorong arranged for it.

  Ji Heng heard that he found the best teacher in Xiangcheng, and specially sent the video to Ji Shaorong.

"Mr. Ji," Mr. Yue fixed his gaze on Ji Shaojun, "Guzheng is the collision of emotion and soul. The existence of Guzheng is not to show oneself to people, not to make a sensation, it is the cleanest and purest, with a utilitarian mind. People who learn Guzheng will never reach the palace. Sorry, I don’t want to hear it.”

  He had no intention of listening.

  Directly bypassing the stunned Ren Wanxuan to leave.

   "Teacher Yue, I respect your point of view, but I don't agree with it." Bai Po turned around slowly.

She didn't justify that she had learned guzheng for more than ten years, nor did she explain why she didn't understand the guzheng faction, she just looked at him, "Inheritance and promotion are the most important thing in the development history of guzheng for thousands of years. But the world is diverse. Sexuality, this is the charm of civilization and inheritance. While liking Guzheng, we can also like many things. People need to eat. Have you put aside everything about yourself to understand them in a real sense? Why deny them? "

   Teacher Yue paused, and he looked at Bai Po lightly: "Successful artists should marginalize themselves. Advocating art is the original intention, and life is a practice. I can tell you this, you will never be successful."

  I originally came here today with expectations, but I didn’t expect to return disappointed.

  He didn't expect to receive a very talented student who likes to study guzheng seriously like Master Jian.

  He only needs the other party to have a bit of aura and work hard.

   Instead of accepting a student who is tainted with utilitarianism, lost his heart, and hasn't even touched the guzheng a few times.

  Since ancient Xiangcheng has produced well-known guzheng masters, and Mr. Yue is one of them.

   Even Ren Wanxuan has heard about it.

  Ren Wanxuan came with her because she wanted to know which famous teacher Ji Shaorong and Ren Jiawei had found for Bai Po. Knowing that it was Teacher Yue, Ren Wanxuan was not without jealousy.

   But right now—

  This teacher didn’t agree with Bai Po like everyone else did. He didn’t think that Bai Chi played the guzheng well, and felt that she would never succeed.

  The sourness that had just appeared suddenly disappeared.

  The admiration for Bai Po on the school post bar had accumulated in her heart for a long time, but it finally disappeared at this moment.

  She lowered her head, tightly suppressing the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but raise, "Dad, I'm here to tell you that there will be a parent-teacher meeting this week. Since you have something to do, I'll leave first."

  After she finished speaking, she suppressed herself again before leaving.

"What artist?" Ren Jiawei sat down with her arms folded, sneered, and couldn't help but said to Bai Po: "This Yue is just like your grandfather, with a useless aloofness and bad temper! Don't listen to him, you Look at your grandfather, he is engaged in art and tradition every day, what is he like now? He also stands up and talks without pain in his back, you don’t need to charge him a penny for performing in public!”

   "Okay," Ji Shaorong looked at Ren Jiawei with a headache, "Don't say that again, or you will be sprayed to death."

  Ren Jiawei didn't take it seriously, she was just a layman.

  Any kind of art is the same to her. For those students who study art, which one doesn't cost money?

  Bai Po lowered his eyebrows and focused on listening to Ren Jiawei while reciting the vocabulary, occasionally nodding along.

  She has a cute sitting posture, and her slightly scattered hair hangs softly on her eyebrows.

  Quiet and serious.

  Ren Wanxuan is used to self-willedness at home. Ren Jiawei has never seen someone who listens to her so carefully and responds. She paused before saying, "Don't worry, I'll go to Beicheng and find you a master."

  Bai Po rested his wrist on the table, and scribbled a word slowly.

   After thinking for a few seconds, he said to the two seriously: "Thank you for running around for me, but I really don't need Guzheng teacher to teach me."

  Her teacher has finished teaching what should be taught.

   The rest depends on how much she can understand personally.

   "Got it, got it." Ren Jiawei waved her hand casually, not sure if she listened, "Let's eat first."

  **

  Bai Po returned to class after eating, and Teacher Yue's words had no effect on her.

   She was just thinking about Guzheng.

  Turned out the notebook and drew a miniature guzheng.

  Bai Po couldn't help turning to the black cat, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows—

   I don’t know if Mr. Yue dared to say to his face that his paintings were too rigid when he saw Mr. Jiang’s paintings.

   "Yang Lin hasn't come back yet?" Lu Xiaohan turned her head back, looked at Yang Lin's position, and frowned slightly, "Why does she go every time?"

   "You don't know either?" Bai Po came back to her senses, she pulled out a pen and looked at Lu Xiaohan.

  Lu Xiaohan shrugged.

  Being in the same class for more than a year, Lu Xiaohan barely knew Yang Lin.

  Yang Lin never talked to other people, and was even more introverted than Ning Xiao.

  The only understanding is because of white scorpion.

  Probably only know that Yang Lin's family situation is not good and she has been working part-time, but she doesn't know much about the others.

  Bai Po lifted the cap of the pen and glanced at Yang Lin's position.

   Thinking about going to ask Lu Lingxi tomorrow.

  Holding the pen, she didn't do her homework right away, but thought of something, lowered her eyes, and drew a line on the blank paper, then pushed away the wet ink with her white fingertips, and finished the drawing quickly.

  Looked at it, then turned on the phone, took a picture, and sent it to Jiang Fuli.

  Jiang Fuli, who was checking the results, saw the WeChat and opened it casually. Inside was a black and white cat—

  It lowers its whole body, sleeps lazily on the ground with its eyes closed, its tail curled up, and the fluffy hair can be seen lazily laid out.

  Jiang Fuli was a little silent, he was typing "The painting is very good".

  Before sending it out, the next second, Bai Po's message came again.

   Very good, it is the cat he drew before.

  The contrast is stark.

  Jiang Fuli looked at the typed words, and deleted them one by one—

  【. . . 】

  He clicked on the lazily lying black cat again.

   Then put the phone on the table, and occasionally glance at it.

   "A beautiful ink painting!" Next to him, He Wen, who handed the experimental report to Jiang Fuli, saw at a glance the phone that Jiang Fuli had placed on the table with it turned off.

   Somewhat amazed.

  Jiang Fuli took the experiment report with his cold white fingertips, glanced at him, and said in a calm tone, "This is drawn with a black pen."

   "Really?" He Wen took a closer look and found that it was indeed not an ink painting.

   Even more amazing.

  So, one afternoon, all the team members who came to find Jiang Fuli knew that Mr. Jiang had received an ink painting drawn with black pen.

Very beautiful.

  Bai Po casually drew, scaring a group of science and engineering students in the laboratory.

  **

   After school at night, Bai Po didn't go to the library, but went to see Jiang He.

  The other party sent her more than a dozen commas in one afternoon.

  When Bai Po arrived, Jiang He was holding a tablet and sending a message to someone—

  【Hehe, tell the teacher, who added the strokes to this painting? 】

  Jiang He: 【,】

  —[It can’t be Young Master Jiang, or Mr. Ming...]

  Jiang He: 【,】

  The other party sent a bunch of guessing texts again and again. When Jiang He heard someone knocking on the door, he quickly threw away the tablet and got up from the ground to open the door.

   Bai Po squatted at the door, slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jiang He.

  Jiang He opened it to take a look, and found that it was a cat lying on the ground.

   He blinked in surprise.

   "Study hard." Bai Po stood up.

  Jiang Fuli hasn't been in charge of the lab's affairs these few days, and won't be back until twelve o'clock at night.

  Bai Po remembered the app that Jiang Fuli said, clicked on this month's question bank, and the last chemistry question popped up.

  She took a look, and sent a screenshot casually.

  Jiang He has been playing Rubik's Cube beside her.

  Bai Po finished a set of papers here, then agreed with Jiang He that he would come to see him tomorrow, and went downstairs.

   Downstairs.

  Chen Ju was talking to Ming Dongheng.

   "Wang Youfeng's leg injury really caused his old ailment," Chen Ju received the news from the black market, and then complained to Ming Dongheng: "He won't repair the door today, he's going to mend the floor tiles."

  Chen Bureau can still believe it once.

   After all, Chen Beixuan really helped the old lady.

   But again and again, Chen Ju felt that Wang Youfeng was uneasy and kind.

  The two were talking, when Bai Po came down from upstairs, Chen Ju stood faster than Ming Dongheng: "Miss Bai? Are you going back? I happen to have something to go to Heishui Street, and I will take you back together?"

  Ming Dongheng, who just stood up, slowly stared at Bureau Chen.

  His gaze was very cold.

  Bai Po knew that Chen Ju often went to Heishui Street, so she lightly raised her eyes and nodded politely to Chen Ju: "Thank you."

  Chen Ju was so overjoyed that he didn't even care about Ming Dongheng who was staring at him: "Miss Bai, my car is right outside!"

   "Mr. Ming," Chen Ju took the key, "Then I will take Miss Bai away first."

   The two left.

  Ming Dongheng stood outside the big iron gate, watching Chen Ju's car drive away, Bai Po would rather take the bus by himself than let him pick it up, Ming Dongheng thought for half an hour, but he didn't expect to understand—

  Why?

  **

   Qingshui Street.

  Bai Po asked Chen Ju to stop the car at the intersection of Qingshui Street.

  When she got out of the car, she saw the old man leaning against the wall, squinting his eyes and taking out his mobile phone as if he was about to make a call.

   Recognizing that this is the old man who wrestled on the side of the road last time, Bai Po put his schoolbag on his back, put away his mobile phone, and supported him: "Where do you live?"

  The sky is getting dark.

  The old man squinted and looked at the girl in front of him with cloudy eyes. The girl in front of her was cold and pale, with clear eyebrows and eyes. She was neatly dressed in the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, clean and tidy.

   "Little girl," she recognized Bai Po, and smiled instantly: "It's you."

   "Do you live nearby?" Bai Po easily supported her, and slightly tilted his head: "I'll take you back."

   "When people are old, their legs and feet have some minor problems." The old man hesitated, "Will I trouble you? I am calling to ask my grandson to pick me up."

"fine."

   Knowing that the old lady was in a nearby alley, Bai Po helped her to walk forward slowly.

   Chen Ju slowly drove the car to Heishui Street, saw Bai Po supporting an old man from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help sighing, Miss Bai is really a good student.

only…

   Chen Ju looked in the rearview mirror, did the old man look familiar?

  Before he could think of anything, in the rearview mirror, the two of them turned a corner, and no one could be seen.

   Less than ten minutes away, Bai Po learned that the old man was Grandma Wang, whose ancestors had lived on Qingshui Street for generations.

   "Ah, look," Grandma Wang was wearing a large camouflage uniform, and she was even thinner. She pointed to the small yard in front of her and said with a smile, "That's my house. Come on, go in and have a glass of water."

  She patted the back of Bai Po's hand.

  As soon as the two of them arrived at the gate, the people in the yard heard the voice. He was in his thirties and forties, with slightly protruding beard on his face, and his arms were bare, revealing the cyan white tiger tattoos on his chest and shoulders.

  With a shovel in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth, he opened the half-closed door: "Godmother, let me get it..."

   Before he finished speaking, when he saw the girl supporting Grandma Wang, he stopped in the middle of speaking.

  (end of this chapter)