Chapter 330 (Updated 3301)
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Ye Qingxi quickly logged into Murong Qing's email, set up a VPN, and started composing an email to send to Mu Shaoting.
He actually planned to do this after the opening ceremony of the World Championship.
Just as he had planned, after the opening ceremony, he emailed Mu Shaoting, saying that he was amazed by Ye Qingxi's singing and wanted to take him as his apprentice. From then on, Murong Qing could gradually fade out of his aunt's life, and he would become Murong Qing's person in charge.
But just then, the rumor that he was lip-syncing came out.
Because Kang Lao and the others protected him so much, Ye Qingxi felt that at that time, emotionally, he would not accept a new teacher.
Therefore, he decided to postpone the matter of Murong Qing taking him as a disciple until after the movie was released.
He said he was amazed and liked him a lot when he heard him sing at the opening ceremony of the World Championships. Now that he has seen his movie, he likes him even more. So he wants to take him on as a student and teach him how to write songs in the future.
Ye Qingxi pondered for a moment, then slowly began to type on the keyboard.
Mu Shaowu was busy chatting with Feng Que. Although he saw Feng Que typing on the keyboard, he assumed that Feng Que was chatting with Zhong Yan and the others on WeChat and did not think much of it.
Of course, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't fathom the absurd idea that his son was using Murong Qing's identity to write emails to his sister.
Ye Qingxi finished writing it quickly and sent it out.
Mu Shaoting didn't see Murong Qing's email until the next day.
She paused, somewhat surprised.
Murong Qing actually wants to take his nephew as his disciple?
This...this...
Mu Shaoting: [But he already has a teacher! You should know that, right? What about Old Master Kang?]
She replied to the email.
Ye Qingxi replied, "I know, it's okay. I just want to teach him; it doesn't matter if we don't have a formal title."
Mu Shaoting: !!!
Good heavens, no wonder he's her nephew!
She was so infatuated that her musical confidant was willing to follow him without any official status or relationship!
If this gets out, I wonder how many people will be shocked.
Mu Shaoting could only tell Mu Shaowu and Ye Qingxi about it after he got home.
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ? !!!
Mu Shaowu was somewhat bewildered, "Murong Qing? He's taking Xiao Xi as his disciple?!"
"Um."
Didn't you tell him that Xiaoxi has a teacher?
“I told him,” Mu Shaoting said, “but he didn’t care. He said he was willing to follow Xiao Xi, even without any official status.”
Ye Qingxi: ...What do you mean by "following"?
The way you're talking makes it sound like we have some kind of relationship!
He clearly said that he wanted to teach him, he simply wanted to teach him!
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu turned to look at his son.
Ye Qingxi immediately gave a simple and shy smile.
Mu Shaowu clicked his tongue, "And you, my darling, you're really popular!"
Ye Qingxi: ...No, it's just that Murong Qing is his alternate account.
All he wants now is to take back his alternate account, that's all.
"So, are you willing?" Mu Shaowu asked him.
Ye Qingxi was certainly willing, but he couldn't show it so readily; that wouldn't be in line with his personality.
So he said, "I already have a teacher."
“Your Uncle Murong said it himself, we can be nameless and without status.”
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"Then you don't want to?" Mu Shaoting asked him.
"No, not at all," Ye Qingxi said. "If I learn it, I can write songs for you, Auntie, in the future."
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoting's heart melted instantly.
He gently rubbed Ye Qingxi's little face, "You're such a good baby, Auntie."
Ye Qingxi tilted her face up and let him massage her.
"So you want to acknowledge him as your teacher?" Mu Shaowu asked again.
Ye Qingxi looked at him and blinked. "I have to ask my teacher."
Although he wanted to become Murong Qing's student without any incident or surprise, so that Murong Qing could be gradually taken offline, this matter definitely needed Kang Lao's approval.
Even if we take a step back and assume that Murong Qing wasn't himself, and he said he wanted to take him as a disciple, he would definitely ask Elder Kang before giving an answer.
She went all out in her act, and it wasn't just an act. Old Kang and the others were so good to him, and Ye Qingxi genuinely wanted to take care of his feelings. She didn't want to hurt his teacher by taking back a small account.
Mu Shaowu and Mu Shaoting had no objections, so Ye Qingxi made a video call to Elder Kang after returning to her room.
When Elder Kang heard that Murong Qing wanted to take him as a disciple and teach him to write lyrics and music, he was slightly surprised, but then he smiled and said, "Okay."
"You agree?" Ye Qingxi looked at the smile on his face.
That's so awesome!
“Of course.” Old Kang said without hesitation, “I’ve read Murong Qing’s lyrics and music. They’re different from mine. His are more in line with current trends. If you learn from him, you can also have another style.”
"Can……"
"But what?" Old Kang asked him.
Ye Qingxi looked at him, unsure of what to say.
Seeing his hesitation, Master Kang could easily guess what he was thinking. "Are you afraid that I'll be unhappy, and that I won't be your only teacher anymore?"
"Mm." Ye Qingxi nodded.
“But I never was,” Old Kang said with a smile. “Have you forgotten your school teachers? And your current music teacher? If you want to pursue further studies in this area and go to a music academy, there will be many more music teachers. I have never been your only teacher, much less your only music teacher.”
“I can teach you, and others can teach you too. Just like your Chinese teacher teaches you Chinese and your math teacher teaches you math, I can only teach you a part of it. The rest, the areas where I am weak, will naturally need other teachers to teach you.”
"A teacher isn't afraid of students learning a lot; a teacher is afraid of students not learning well. So I'm overjoyed that Murong Qing is willing to teach you, how could I not be happy?"
"With him as your second teacher, you'll have another avenue to learn from both of our strengths. Who knows, your future artistic achievements might even surpass ours!"
That's the truth.
Having lived to Kang Lao's age, he was already quite open-minded.
Therefore, he doesn't need Ye Qingxi to have only him as her music teacher for the rest of her life.
As Ye Qingxi gains wider recognition, appreciation, and mentorship, Master Kang will not feel that his disciple has been taken away. Instead, he will appreciate his disciple's excellence and hope that he can surpass his master's achievements.
"So go ahead and study with confidence. If you learn it well and write good songs, your teacher will be overjoyed."
Ye Qingxi listened, feeling somewhat moved.
His teacher really loves his students.
"Thank you, Grandpa, but I still prefer you. So I will make it clear to him that although I am willing to learn from him, I will not become his disciple. I will only regard him as a close uncle. My teacher is still you, only you."
“That won’t do,” said Old Kang. “It’s not fair to Murong Qing.”
"But I have already become your student, and I don't want any other teachers."
"I already said I don't mind."
"It's alright," Ye Qingxi said. "If Uncle Murong is willing, then I will learn from him. If he is not willing, with you as my teacher, I will definitely be no worse than him."
"But aren't you just letting a great opportunity slip by?"
“I cherish it,” Ye Qingxi said. “That’s why I won’t take anyone else as my teacher. Uncle Murong is not a good opportunity for me. You are the best teacher. You teach me and protect me. There is no better teacher than you.”
As Mr. Kang listened, he felt deeply moved and comforted.
He said, "You are my student, it is only right that I teach you and protect you."
“That’s why I also want to protect you,” Ye Qingxi said, “to protect your status as my only teacher.”
Old Kang laughed, "You silly child."
He sighed, "Alright then, just tell Murong Qing like this, and hopefully he'll agree."
"Mm." Ye Qingxi nodded.
Listening to his young face, Master Kang thought to himself, "Only him. Others would have eagerly seized such an opportunity, but his little apprentice is foolish enough to refuse to formally become his disciple because of him."
Even though he said he didn't care.
Fine, if Murong Qing really doesn't agree, he'll ask Mu Shaowu to contact Mu Shaoting for him, and then he'll go to Murong Qing in person to talk to him, hoping that he can understand Ye Qingxi's filial piety and be willing to continue teaching him.
Different teachers, different opportunities.
Master Kang was still reluctant to let his beloved little apprentice give up such a good opportunity.
However, to his surprise, Murong Qing actually agreed.
Old Kang was surprised, "He's really willing?"
"Yes. Uncle Murong said he simply wanted to teach me, and it doesn't matter whether we're master and disciple or not. He even thinks I did the right thing, saying it's my blessing to have you as my teacher, and that I should cherish it."
Old Kang smiled and said, "He is a good person."
“Uncle Murong is indeed a good person,” Ye Qingxi said.
"Then invite him over another day, and we can have a chat together."
Ye Qingxi: ...That probably won't work.
I'm afraid you won't be able to accept that.
“I’ll talk to him, but I don’t think he’ll agree,” Ye Qingxi said. “Uncle Murong is so mysterious. My aunt has never met him. She says he’s socially awkward and doesn’t like to see people.”
Old Kang was somewhat surprised, "Are there really people in this world who are so socially anxious?"
"That's what my aunt said."
"So how will he teach you?"
"He asked for my email address, saying he would email me later and teach me how to do it."
Kang Lao: ...Will this work?
However, since the teacher was someone he had gotten for free, and especially since Ye Qingxi didn't call him "teacher," Old Kang couldn't say much.
"Then you should learn from him like this for now. But if you don't understand it this way, you must tell him, and make sure he teaches you until you understand."
"Okay, I understand," Ye Qingxi said softly.
Only then was Mr. Kang relieved and hung up the phone.
Two days later, Ye Qingxi, posing as Murong Qing, sent an email to Mu Shaoting, asking her to give her trophy to him, her nominal student, to keep on behalf of her master. She also asked him to use this as a goal to write beautiful songs after she had mastered the skills.
Without saying a word, Mu Shaoting took the trophy and went to Mu Shaowu's room.
“Here, this is the legacy your master gave you.” She handed the trophy to Ye Qingxi.
“I’ve been telling him to give it to me before, but he said there was no rush. Now that I’ve given it to you, it’s like returning it to its rightful owner.”
“Your master told you to take this as your goal, and not just focus on winning the Golden Phoenix Award, but also try to win our Golden Spirit Award.”
"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.
He smiled, reached out and took his trophy, looked at it carefully, and then turned around and handed the trophy to Mu Shaowu beside him.
Mu Shaowu looked it over curiously, and finally said, "It's quite pretty."
“That’s right. It’s not like only trophies in your film industry are trophies; our music industry’s are too,” Mu Shaoting said.
Mu Shaowu nodded, "Yes, yes, yes."
"So, Xiaoxi, good luck!" Mu Shaoting looked at his little nephew. "Try to bring back a music award as soon as possible and put it next to your Golden Phoenix Award."
Ye Qingxi: ...How early is breakfast?
Can it be earlier than the Golden Phoenix?
"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
"Then I'll put this next to your Golden Phoenix trophy for you," Mu Shaowu said eagerly.
Ye Qingxi nodded.
Mu Shaowu opened the display case, moved his trophies, and placed all three of his Golden Spirit Award trophies next to Ye Qingxi's Golden Phoenix Award trophy.
"It's quite harmonious," he said.
Ye Qingxi thought so too.
He looked at the display case in front of him and realized that he already had four trophies.
That really is a bit unbelievable.
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