Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 821 80. Damn smiley face! The beaten building!

Liu Zhen's wife was not at home today, so he thought of eating and eating at school.

Unexpectedly, before he even sat down, someone came to accompany him with a dinner plate.

"Principal Liu, that's all you're eating."

Liu Zhen was not afraid that Li An would come to him with a cold face, but he was afraid that Li An would come to him with a smile.

Especially with this smile.

He already has experience. Generally, if Li An appears in front of him with such a smile, he will definitely ask him for something.

It's still that kind of trouble.

Liu Zhen sighed inwardly as he couldn't finish the meal calmly, and said with a smile, "I'm already this old, how can I eat as much as you young people?"

Li An didn't have much to say, he still wanted the school bus to take him to his door.

Liu Zhen: "Okay."

Liu Zhen looked up, and suddenly he found that Li An's smile seemed less unpleasant.

"Then you should eat less. To be honest, the scholar's food is indeed a bit salty."

Liu Zhen: "Do you need help? I'll send a few teachers to help you."

Ang Lee: "Chairman?"

Liu Zhen refused directly: "This is absolutely impossible."

Liu Zhenxin said that I have never seen you eat less?
Just as he was about to speak, Ang Lee changed the subject and said, "Rehearse on the weekends. Which time is more suitable for you?"

Liu Zhen: "My stomach is not working properly."

Liu Zhen: "Eat."

"Okay, okay, tell me a time."

Li An put down his chopsticks and raised his thumb: "Look at Ang, the teaching group and the literacy group, it sounds like two organizations, but which one doesn't represent us scholars?"

Liu Zhen frowned, too. Thinking that these teachers all had to make a living, they just made money on weekends. If they did this, they would have to waste time.

"There is no precedent for this in the school, but," Liu Zhen paused, "it's just a matter of words."

Ang Lee: “I can’t pay out this subsidy.”

It turned out that this was the case. Liu Zhen understood. He would not take the ball. "You can communicate with your parents and set a time to report to Director Zheng."

"Yes." Liu Zhen hummed.

Li An was a little confused this time. He thought that Liu Zhen would definitely blow his beard and glare, but the other party accepted his words.

Their eyes met, and Liu Zhen was really convinced. Why did he dislike looking at Li An's smiling face so much.

Liu Zhen: "It's true, you will risk your life if you do your job. I think you have to pay attention in advance."

Li An: "Hey, I think you don't seem to like eating meat. You always make vegetarian dishes."

Ang Lee: "Meet at the entrance of the concert hall at eight o'clock on Saturday morning."

Li An immediately put away his smile: "Saturday night."

Li An's heart trembled, Old Liu can handle this!

Li An said bluntly: "This is boring to you. We have tried our best to send a message to the head teacher, but the head teacher is nothing more than a word from you."

After thinking for a moment, Liu Zhen asked: "How about Saturday morning?"

Ang Lee: "I lost it when I was young."

Liu Zhen glared in a low voice: "The midterm exam is coming soon. How can I explain it to the teaching team? They just had a meeting yesterday afternoon."

Li Anle: "The hard work is indeed hard. If there were subsidies, it wouldn't be so hard."

But there is nothing we can do. It is absolutely not allowed at night. This involves the safety of students.

Li An smiled: "For the sake of the children, this hard work is really not worth mentioning."

Ang Lee: "No problem."

Li An understood: "All our teachers are only available on Saturday night, and everyone has classes on the remaining time. If Saturday night is not available, don't let me tell you. You set a time and I will let the teachers adjust the time."

Liu Zhen: "I have always regarded you as a member of the book writers. Logically speaking, this subsidy should be paid by the book writers, but I don't count."

Li An also showed off his cards: "What kind of honor does it take for the teachers' class fees to be paid to the school?"

"In this way," Liu Zhen came closer and gave Li An an idea, "You can get that honor back, and I will apply for you. How many you can apply for depends on how much honor you can get back, right? I won't be afraid when the time comes. Other clubs are jealous, but our orchestra has the honor.”

Then nodded, "Eat it while it's hot."

"You said that when I lead the group to perform, the honor I get back is the honor of our literacy group, isn't it? It is the collective honor of our scholars, the honor of the school board, and it is also your honor. ah."

Li An: "Our teacher can't handle it, so I've already hired someone."

Liu Zhen: "Thank you for your hard work."

Liu Zhen didn't expect Li An to agree so readily, and nodded, "It's settled, please give the teachers a hard time for me."

Ang Lee: "I have to set up the stage of the concert hall in advance on Friday afternoon."

Ang Lee: "You are right."

Liu Zhen: "How are you going to leave later?"

Li An: "I live in Yunkaiyuan. The school bus is just a short detour away."

Liu Zhen: "Don't go around. Let the teachers go back quickly. I'll see you off later. I happen to be on the way too."

"Hey." Li An sent a message in the group, and then chatted with Liu Zhen while eating.

They kept chatting until Liu Zhen sent him to the gate of the community.

He didn't talk about work, only about life. Along the way, he gained some new understanding of Liu Zhen. He was indeed a pretty good old man.

"Thank you, please slow down."

Li An got out of the car, Liu Zhen waved to Li An through the car window, and then drove away.
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When he got home, Li An didn't disturb the sound of the piano in the study, and went to the kitchen first. It was so clean that you couldn't tell what Xiao Cha had eaten at night.

Today is Wednesday, so it's his turn to wash the dishes.

Fine.

I made a cup of tea and went straight into the study, "Play yours."

The cart in front of Damizi continued to play her Beethoven, and Li An sat in front of Xiaohei to warm his hands, and then played Brahms.

Beethoven plus Brahms has a unique flavor.

If you add Bach, it will be the famous 3B combination in the history of music.

But if you listen carefully, the "fugue style" double practice between teacher and student is indeed a bit like Bach from a certain perspective.

After practicing the piano, Li An told the joke to Xiaoche.

After hearing this, Xiao Che called him: "The 3B-style piano practice method!"

Li An: "Don't dare go out and talk nonsense, people think we are 2~"

Xiaoche burst out laughing. She really didn't care if she was paired with the teacher!
The teacher and the student laughed and joked for a while. Li An went to boil milk for Xiaoqi, and Xiaoqi peeled an apple for the teacher.

While she was drinking milk, Xiaoche asked about the afternoon rehearsal, but she didn't even have time to ask.

"It went very well." Li An answered truthfully, and then took a bite of the apple with a crunch.

Xiaoche: "Wang Xiaohu is the best player."

Ang Lee: "Yes, not only did he play well, but he also helped me a lot. If he hadn't organized a rehearsal two days ago, today might not have gone so smoothly."

Xiaoche is happy: "He is great."

Li An squinted, Xiao Che didn't understand the teacher's expression, and wiped his face: "Teacher, did I drink on my face?"

"No, come Linlin," Li An suddenly sat close to the car, "I'll teach you a command gesture, it's super practical."

Xiao Chexin said that she had no chance to direct, but she would not miss any opportunity to learn from the teacher.

Before going to bed, Xiaoche received a message from Wang Xiaohu, and she immediately realized that Wang Xiaohu was going home tonight.

But she felt like she couldn't chat like she did on Sunday night, and it wasn't a holiday. Wang Xiaohu: Che Lin Che Lin! We had a super smooth schedule today!
Xiaoche: Let’s talk on Saturday morning.

Then she sent a palm over.

After a minute, when Wang Xiaohu didn't reply to the message, Xiaoche smiled. The teacher was right, this trick is really effective.

The car was sleeping soundly here, and Wang Xiaohu was thinking about a new problem over there.

They had to rehearse on Saturday morning, and he just heard what his mother said in the evening.

Wang Xiaohu looked at the ceiling and thought for a while. The teacher would definitely not be able to teach at home on Saturday morning. What about Che Lin, was she practicing at home?

He guessed so.

But is it possible that Che Lin and her teacher went to Shuren together on Saturday morning?

If Che Lin goes, what will happen?
Che Lin sat in the audience and watched quietly while he gave directions on the stage!

How picturesque! !
But then Wang Xiaohu shrank again, and Che Lin would definitely prefer to stay at home and practice piano.

Ok.

As if he had anticipated the outcome, Brother Tiger stopped thinking about it, turned over and closed his eyes.
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Li An woke up early the next morning and was busy peeling longan.

Following yesterday’s pear porridge, today’s breakfast is longan porridge with banana and hard-boiled eggs.

Seeing that the longan was about to grow hair, he couldn't bear to eat it. It was too troublesome to eat them one by one, so he simply came up with this idea.

A bowl of longan meat, 60 grams of rice, five pieces of rock sugar, and the pot is ready to go!

"Good morning, teacher."

Xiao Qi walked out of the bedroom in a daze and saw the teacher doing breast enlargement exercises in the living room.

"How did you sleep last night?" Li An then started turning around again, saying "Hey, hey, hey, hey."

Xiaoche scratched his messy hair and muttered that he had been dreaming.

"What a sweet dream you have that you don't want to wake up from. Go and wash up quickly. Dinner is ready."

"Thank you, teacher. Well, you must be wearing your clothes inside out."

Li An looked down and saw that the car was no longer in the living room.

Five minutes later, dinner is served.

The fragrant porridge surprised Li An.

He originally thought that today's porridge was not bad, but when he tasted it, it was really good.

The fragrance of longan combined with the soft and glutinous rice porridge makes you have endless aftertaste after just one bite.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Xiao Qi kept pinching his arm to check his hand, Li An asked with concern: "Is your arm uncomfortable? Did you press it during sleep?"

Xiaoche shook his head: "It's okay, teacher, there's nothing wrong with my arm. I just want to check it out."

He picked up the spoon and took a sip, "Wow, it smells so good~"

Li An was confused: "Then what are you checking?"

Xiaoche said seriously: "Teacher, I dreamed that I turned into a building and was attacked by monsters."

"Puff!!" Li An choked when he heard the words and coughed three times in a row.

"Teacher!" Xiao Che quickly put down his spoon and handed over a piece of paper. Li An motioned Xiao Che to sit down and said, "Ahem, it's okay. You can eat your food. This dream of yours is too unpopular."

Xiaoche now thinks it's very interesting when he recalls it, "Teacher, have you seen Ultraman?"

"I've seen it a little bit," Ang Lee wiped his mouth and wiped the edge of the table, "Why, you haven't seen Ultraman yet?"

Xiaoche said angrily: "Yeah! A blue Ultraman is fighting a monster, and I'm watching from the side."

Li An almost couldn't hold it back: "You, Mansion, just watch from the side."

Xiaoche nodded "angry": "Yes! They were fighting, and suddenly another monster came, and then Ultraman turned around and ran away. The monster that Ultraman was fighting was originally going to chase Ultraman, but was killed by the new monster. The monster blocked it."

"They didn't know what they said, and then they came over and beat me. I couldn't move, so I just watched them beat me."

Ang Lee: "Ultraman never came back either."

Xiaoche: "No! I was beaten awake."

Ang Lee: "This is the saddest dream I've ever heard."

Xiaoche: "Hahaha, teacher, what's the worst dream you've ever had?"

Li An: "I will tell you after I do it. By the way, I forgot to tell you last night. There will be no classes this Saturday. You can go home directly after school tomorrow afternoon."

Car: "Huh?"

Ang Lee: "I'm going to the Shuren rehearsal on Saturday morning. It just so happens that you are all about to take the midterm exam. Let's just stop one class this week."

Car: "Oh."

Li An: "This way, you go home tomorrow afternoon and stay at home for two days. You don't go back next week. You can prepare for the midterm exam and competition registration with peace of mind."

Car: "Yeah."
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In the morning, the car went to school, and Li An practiced piano at home all morning.

At noon, after the lunch break in the car, the teachers and students went out together. Li An went to the Art Examination Department.

In the afternoon, Li An listened to several piano candidates, visited three flute candidates, Yu Xiaolu, and took some videos of Chen Xuan.

Finally he went to listen to Li Zheng's vocal lessons.

Li Zheng sang pretty well, and Fang Zheng said in front of Li An that with Li Zheng's current vocal skills, there would be no problem in returning to his hometown to get a certificate.

Li An agreed with this, but Li Zheng's goal was far more than just a joint entrance examination certificate.

November is about to enter, and the final sprint for the art exam is coming. For every art exam candidate, the real tough battle is coming.

"You go to eat first. After dinner, take a rest and then go practice pipe training in the evening."

After Li Zheng left, Fang Zheng asked Li An where Li Zheng was going to take the exam.

"Rongyuan." There was nothing to hide from Founder Li An.

Fang Zheng said nothing.

Li An smiled when he saw this, "You said you can't ask me something."

Fang Zheng did feel that he was asking too much. He was a little curious when he didn't know, but after he found out, he felt a little uncomfortable.

He likes Li Zheng very much, but from the current point of view, Li Zheng's level is still far from the orchestral department of Rongyuan. But if Li An said this, there is basically no suspense.

Under Li An's protection, Fang Zheng didn't want to think too much about what kind of child Li Zheng would squeeze away, so he remained silent.

But it didn't seem right to not say anything, so he said for a moment, "I won't tell anyone."

Li Anle: "Wouldn't everyone know that he passed the exam?"

After a while, he said, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. We have a date on the weekend. I haven't had a fight in a long time."

When it comes to playing badminton, Fang Zheng's mood rises a bit. Recently, he secretly studied the skateboard lob at home, but he was worried that it would be of no use.

"My skills have improved greatly recently." Fang Zheng said.
Li An laughed, he liked Fang Zheng's confidence, "Saturday night or Sunday night, you two decide, I can do either."

Fang Zheng: "She doesn't have time this weekend either. She has to rehearse."

Ang Lee: "What kind of music are you rehearsing?"

Fang Zheng: "Chai Yi and Bo Er, don't you know? They started rehearsing after the National Day."

Li An frowned slightly: "No one really told me."

Fang Zheng suddenly became puzzled: "That shouldn't be the case. Aren't you playing the Brahms performance?"

Ang Lee: "Yes."

Fang Zheng: "Look, you are a soloist and you don't know anything about the orchestra rehearsal. Is that reasonable?"

Their eyes met, and Fang Zheng's gaze became sharp for a moment, as if he had transformed into a Sherlock Fang!

moment.

"There's something wrong here."

One word at a time, every word is spoken in a clear and round tone.