Mu Yiran and the blond guy looked like they had vomited up all the bile in their stomachs. The two of them squatted on the edge of the grassy field with their mouths wide open, panting heavily.
The dog, whose owner was out for a walk, thought it had seen a companion and excitedly rushed over.
The three dogs sat in a row, with Alaskan Malamute perfectly blending in with the two of them.
Mu Yiran snapped out of her daze and immediately cursed, "Shi Youxi, you brat!"
The blond guy waved and made a heart shape with his hands: "You're welcome."
Ara: "Woof!"
Ara's master: "..." How come the scene is so harmonious?
The sound of Shi Youxi playing the violin could already be heard from the phone. Not knowing how long he would rehearse, Mu Yiran decided to go in and catch him.
How dare they speak loudly to their elders? They need to be taught a lesson.
The blond guy was beaming with joy as he welcomed his last customer on the street, the beautiful woman who had been being walked by Ala.
Mu Yiran took the name tag from the driver, placed three more orders for tornado potatoes, and pointed to one of the skewers: "Mustand sauce."
"Peppery...abnormal!"
Only the ultimate taste can bring the ultimate experience. Add as much wasabi and spice as you can!
...
Inside the music room, the two finished their first duet quickly, but because Hengqian made a few mistakes in the middle and the two didn't coordinate, Hengqian was just following Shi Youxi's melody.
So at Hengqian's reasonable request, they rehearsed it several times, but the result was still the same. Hengqian suggested contacting a music teacher for guidance, but Shi Youxi bluntly said that it was Hengqian's problem alone and that she should solve it herself.
The two argued and neither would give in, so the planned half-hour rehearsal was dragged out to more than an hour.
Hengqian couldn't take it anymore. "I've been playing the piano since I was four years old. Since I started participating in the Liguo International Piano Competition, no one has ever taken the trophy away from me."
"What makes you think it's my problem?!"
Shi Youxi didn't even bother to reply. In his opinion, Hengqian's piano skills were mediocre and her personal emotions were too high, which were exactly the opposite of his own.
Such cooperation is unlikely to succeed.
"It seems that you do have a bigger problem, classmate."
The girl's voice drifted in from the closed music room, accompanied by the aroma of fried food, instantly attracting the attention of the three people.
"elder sister!"
Shi Youxi put the bow on the chair and ran towards Mu Yiran. He saw that Mu Yiran was holding three strings of things that looked like golden cudgels. Although he didn't know what they were, he took them without hesitation.
Anyway, I'll give him food.
Mu Yiran: "Hey, you only have one."
Shi Youxi: "?!"
Ignoring the boy's incredulous and gloomy gaze, Mu Yiran gave the other two sticks to Guan Shiyan and Heng Qian.
Guan Shiyan happily accepted it, but before he could even taste it, he felt the deathly gaze that Shi Youxi was giving him.
oh....
The younger brother should hand over all the food he gets to the older brother.
Guan Shiyan forced himself to swallow, but didn't eat.
Mu Yiran walked up to Heng Qian and handed her the last one.
"I don't know if you'll like it, but it's been hard on you rehearsing with our young master for so long."
Hengqian looked at this woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She was clearly a nanny, but her tone and attire offended Hengqian.
People of such lowly status have no right to speak to her.
Hengqian took the string of potatoes, frowning in disgust. "Thank you, but I don't need it."
"Ah, this isn't spicy, just a taste won't hurt your throat—" Before Mu Yiran could finish speaking, the girl threw the skewer of tornado potatoes directly into the trash can.
Mu Yiran: "......" Okay.
Rich kids are just so hard to please.
Mu Yiran smiled and didn't mind. After all, she was just a worker for the Shi family. "So, have you finished rehearsing?"
Shi Youxi: "Hmm."
Hengqian: "No."
Mu Yiran: "Hmm?"
"Sister, let's go." Mu Yiran was pulled away by Shi Youxi, but Heng Qian grabbed her sleeve right behind her.
"Stop right there! What made you say it was my problem?!"
"What right do you, a nanny, have to judge me? You won't leave the school until you apologize to me."
Shi Youxi's eyes and brows were filled with ferocity. "Let go, or I'll chop your hand off."
Mu Yiran didn't know what kind of temper Heng Qian had, but she knew Shi Youxi's temper very well; saying he would cut off her hand was definitely not a joke.
But it doesn't matter, she'll apologize.
"I'm sorry, classmate. I spoke carelessly and made a judgment without listening carefully. I apologize to you."
Mu Yiran wanted to get this over with quickly, but Heng Qian was no pushover either. She vented all the anger she had just received from Shi Youxi on Mu Yiran.
She couldn't afford to offend Shi Youxi, but Mu Yiran was just a nanny.
Hengqian: "Kneel down."
Mu Yiran: "......" What?!
Heng Qian said arrogantly, "Kneel down and apologize to me."
Mu Yiran laughed in exasperation.
Mu Yiran wasn't exactly known for her good temper either. Even if she hadn't come from a wealthy family, she wouldn't have been this arrogant. In the month or so that she had been here since her transmigration, she had never witnessed any discord between the master and servant in the Shi family.
She actually encountered this ridiculous scene of bullying and humiliation.
But what bothered her most was that she wasn't the one who was bullying others!
Shi Youxi snatched the whirlwind potato from Guan Shiyan, a bystander, and was about to poke it at Heng Qian's face when Mu Yiran stopped her with lightning speed.
At that moment, the door to the music room was pushed open again, and a foreign man wearing a wig walked in, looking at the scene inside with surprise.
"Hey what happens, peace and love, ok!"
Mu Yiran raised an eyebrow when she saw the conductor's baton in the wig-wearing man's hand. "Are you a music teacher?"
The music teacher chuckled: "That's me."
Mu Yiran: "......"
That makes things easier.
"Since the teacher is here, why don't we let the teacher listen to it and see if I made a mistake? What do you say, classmate?"
Hengqian looked reluctant, but the music teacher, Musk, was specially hired to guide the music group of Ace Academy and was one of the top conductors in the country.
Hengqian should not be offended casually.
"If the teacher's opinion differs from mine, then I will apologize to you as you requested."
Mu Yiran smiled as she laid the trap, calming Shi Youxi, who was on the verge of exploding, and continued, "On the other hand, if the teacher's opinion is the same as mine, then you, classmate, have to apologize to me for your rudeness just now."
Mu Yiran looked at the man: "What do you think?"
Musk shrugged, nonchalantly.
"Tch." Heng Qian seemed to have heard a joke, her expression disdainful, but she still walked to the piano and sat down.
Mu Yiran patted Shi Youxi on the shoulder, "Go quickly, young master, don't embarrass me!"
Musk easily guessed the situation; it was clearly a case of losing a bet and neither side being satisfied with the outcome.
He rested his chin on one hand, his expression serious.
For some reason, he inexplicably wanted to see Hengqian apologize.
What's interesting about the nanny apologizing? It's the rich girl who loses face that's interesting.
However, Musk is always meticulous about music, and he would not lie about this. He is also well aware of Hengqian's abilities. In duets, apart from absolute skill differences, the main issue is usually communication problems due to unfamiliarity between the performers.
So at first, Musk thought it was just that the two kids were too unfamiliar with each other and didn't have any chemistry, until Shi Youxi pulled the bow.
The most distinctive feature of "Air on the G String" is its inherently profound elegance, gentle yet powerful, and rich in connotation.
Younger performers rarely possess such power and rich meaning, but Shi Youxi not only combined this gentleness and strength well, but also brought out a profound emotion that was not his usual style.
In contrast, Hengqian, whom he initially favored, might not have had any problems if a younger teacher had spoken of her, but to Musk, the issue was quite obvious.
Musk looked at Shi Youxi with a focused expression, feeling as if he had experienced the same feeling before with someone else's performance.
When the music ended, everyone's expression was different.
Hengqian looked extremely confident; she was very satisfied with the entire performance she had just given.
Shi Youxi still had that cold demeanor, not at all like a cellist, but more like a ruthless young killer about to slit someone's throat with his bow.
Guan Shiyan nervously swayed Shi Youxi's schoolbag in his arms, and whispered to Mu Yiran, who was watching the show, "Did Shi make a mistake? He doesn't look too good."
Mu Yiran waved her hand and blurted out, "Don't worry, that's how he's always looked."
Guan Shiyan: "..." It seems so.
"So, do you still think it's more my fault?" Hengqian crossed her arms and leaned against the piano. She had good genes, and this posture made her legs look incredibly long.
Mu Yiran, who is only 162 cm tall, cast an envious glance at him.
In Heng Qian's eyes, that look was like the pleading and jealous gaze of a loser, which made her even more smug.
Mu Yiran nodded. "Yes, not this time."
Heng Qian chuckled and walked over slowly, ready to accept Mu Yiran's kneeling.
"Originally, you had more questions, but this time it's all your fault."
Heng Qian: "......"
Heng Qian stopped in her tracks, utterly incredulous. "What did you say?!"
She instinctively wanted to slap Mu Yiran, but when she raised her hand, she realized Musk was still there, and stiffly touched her temples.
"Ha, what you say doesn't count, Mr. Musk, what do you think?"
Musk was still staring at Shi Youxi, trying to recall that familiar feeling, but he could only remember that the performer at the time was a Chinese man.
Upon hearing Heng Qian's words, Musk turned his gaze to her and said without hesitation, "What this lady says is correct."
“Aria, this time it’s all your fault.”
Hengqian: "How could that be!"
She tried to argue, but Musk just laughed and said, "Is it my problem?"
Heng Qian fell silent instantly. She bit her lip in resentment, glared at Mu Yiran with hatred, and then picked up her small perfume to leave.
Mu Yiran: "Hey, classmate, you have to keep your promises."
"Tch, what did I promise you?"
Mu Yiran raised her eyebrows, surprised that this girl was already mentally challenged at such a young age.
Hengqian grew up pampered and spoiled. Apart from her parents, she had never bowed her head and admitted her mistakes to anyone else. Asking her to apologize to a servant would be impossible for her, even in her next life.
"I only apologize to people who are better than me. You're just a nanny..." She looked Mu Yiran up and down, rolled her eyes, and her false eyelashes seemed to pierce the top of her head.
"Heh, I'm not qualified yet."
Shi Youxi stood up and looked at Heng Qian, repeatedly tracing the bow hair on his fingertips.
qualifications?
Mu Yiran: "..."
This young lady must have read too many old-fashioned foreign CEO novels, always using terms like "qualified" and "qualified." Mu Yiran was just trying to teach her a lesson and make her watch her behavior.
Young people should know how to be polite.
But it seems that she gave too much freedom.
"So you're saying that if I could play better than you, you'd apologize, even if I were just a babysitter?"
As soon as Mu Yiran said this, even Musk looked over with amusement. Heng Qian was a little embarrassed. If she tried to argue again, it would make her seem very ill-mannered.
"That's right."
A maid probably only knows a little bit of the basics, how capable could she be? Hengqian knows many famous pianists in their youth, both at home and abroad, and she is quite sure she has never seen Mu Yiran.
With that in mind, she puffed out her chest with confidence.
"Sure."
Upon hearing this, Musk and Shi Youxi raised their eyebrows simultaneously. Shi Youxi strode over to the girl who was already sitting down at the piano, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
"Sister, you..."
Mu Yiran gently rubbed his face. "Don't worry, I'm very strong."
Shi Youxi: "No."
Mu Yiran: "Hmm?"
Shi Youxi smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Sister, put on a strong act, don't embarrass me."
Mu Yiran: "........."
Is this something that can be faked?
And why does this kid always mimic her speech?
She took a deep breath and smiled with her eight teeth showing.
"Don't worry... my sister's skin is thicker than a wall, she won't lose a single bit."
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