Chapter 1189 - 798: The Yin Family’s Pride, Su Xiaomeng’s Wisdom

Yin Huaiyu stood not far from him, as the first note leapt from Zhou Guangren’s fingertips, followed by a series of heart-stirring ups and downs, capturing everyone’s attention in an instant, never to let go.

He heard it clearly... The piece Mr. Zhou was playing was exactly the one he had just drawn for the exam. Even though it was the same piece, Zhou Guangren’s rendition was completely different from his.

Of course, each piece played by different people will naturally sound different, but what Prince Huang referred to was something beyond that variation...

Mr. Zhou Guangren was seventy-two this year. In those brief ten minutes of interaction, Prince Huang could say he had not a shred of fondness for him—improper, lewd, impolite, disrespectful to the elderly...

Yet, sitting on the piano bench for those few minutes, Prince Huang believed what Teacher Guan Su had said; this one... might indeed be quite an accomplished piano educator.

His wrist moved swiftly and skillfully, not at all like an old man who walks with a wobble like Donald Duck.

He closed his eyes, seeming to fall into another dimension, different from theirs, yet pulling them into it.

He enjoyed, he immersed, he seemingly could make every note leap with emotion: delightful, astonishing, wild, passionate...

The messy hair could not hinder his charm while sitting at the piano bench, not in the slightest.

He gave life to the piano, gave life to the notes, gave life to the piece.

"Dong!"

As the last note settled, clean without a hint of vibration, the slightly wrinkled fingers pressed firmly on the last key, then released.

The room held its breath, followed by thunderous applause.

Many students waiting to be tested had already gathered at the window and the door, listening...

"Mr. Zhou deserves to be the foremost piano master; he delivered an incredibly vivid lesson to the students waiting for the exam! The students were really in for a treat today!"

One of the examiners quickly spoke up, and just as he finished, Mr. Zhou Guangren stood up, swaying on his two legs, using his cane to wobble over to Prince Huang, "Little fool, are you convinced?"

Prince Huang’s face was solemn, his small hand by his side clenched into a fist.

Su Xiaomeng was utterly surprised, after all, the old man sitting on the piano bench and not sitting on it were entirely like two different people!

Moreover, once that old man sat on the piano bench, he did not seem at all like a seventy-something old man, full of energy, completely rejuvenated; that state... Su Xiaomeng really hadn’t seen before.

Xiao Meng looked at her son... Would this master’s personally played piece make her stubborn son accept it?

"I am a fool."

Prince Huang said, then turned and started to walk out. Su Xiaomeng frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable, just about to follow when she heard Mr. Zhou Guangren taunting Prince Huang’s back, "Little fool, you’re not beyond help!"

Prince Huang’s footsteps paused for a moment.

They saw Mr. Zhou Guangren slowly walking behind him, leisurely, and in a tone like he was enticing a child, said, "Call me teacher, and I’ll turn you into a genius, how’s that?"

Su Xiaomeng paused for a moment, finally realizing that Mr. Zhou Guangren had gone to so much trouble, just wanting to take Huang Huang as a student...

It’s just, this old man... is he trustworthy?

Su Xiaomeng turned to look at Mr. Ke beside her, only to see him showing a knowing smile, then whispered to Xiao Meng,

"Mr. Zhou Guangren and Matthew Moore have deep connections, though the two have distinct schools, they don’t get along well, but in terms of piano, looking around the world today, there really are few who can surpass him."

"..."

"Mrs. Yin, Mr. Zhou Guangren has countless students, but he stopped taking on more students ten years ago. If Huaiyu is fortunate enough to learn piano from Mr. Zhou Guangren... that too is a kind of fate..."

Su Xiaomeng took a deep breath, feeling this fate... was indeed rather irresistible.

Mr. Zhou is truly one peculiar person, Su Xiaomeng listened to that piece earlier, would undoubtedly not question Mr. Zhou’s status and ability as a master, but... she wonders if her own stubborn son would fall for Mr. Zhou’s goading tactics...

Yin Huaiyu faced Mr. Zhou Guangren’s smiling face, lips moved slightly, "No! Way!"

"..."

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Su Xiaomeng took Prince Huang back home. All the way, Prince Huang was sulking, obviously this kid had a belly full of anger!

"What Mr. Zhou did was merely to test your character, to see if you can withstand others’ disdain. Didn’t you see that the piece Mr. Zhou played in the examination room was a lesson specifically for you?"

"I won’t bow to that improper old man as a teacher."

Prince Huang set the matter aside, with hardly any room for negotiation.

Su Xiaomeng took a deep breath, intending to persuade him further, but Prince Huang had already covered his ears. Zhou Mengqin and Yin Shaohui had taken a stroll in a park in the suburbs today to view the autumn chrysanthemums. They had just gotten back when they saw Huang Huang in bad spirits... couldn’t help but ask.

Prince Huang went off to the courtyard on his own to tease Yin Shaohui’s recently raised pair of birds.

Xiao Meng, on the other hand, recounted to the two elders what happened in the afternoon in detail.

"Mr. Zhou Guangren... ? Are you sure?"

Zhou Mengqin listened and seemed a bit unbelieving...

"I’m sure! People can fake appearances, but the level of piano playing can’t be faked, right? It indeed left many of the teachers and students present utterly shocked..."

"That old guy has come out of retirement, seems like Shaoqun was right, this Huang’er... really has the makings of a pianist?"

"But Huang Huang flatly refused Mr. Zhou, and it was a refusal that left the old man completely without face... To be honest, watching from the side, I even felt embarrassed for the old man."

"Hahaha! Serves that unconventional Mr. Zhou right, setting such a big charade just to take on a student!"

Yin Shaohui laughed heartily.

Su Xiaomeng felt... the two elders didn’t seem to get her dilemma and frustration.

After a while, Yin Shixiu came back, Su Xiaomeng pulled her husband aside, recounted the story once more, and then saw Yin Shixiu laughed, "Our son truly has guts, haha!"

This Yin family probably all has the same temperament!

"He’s a venerable old artist with both virtue and skill! Setting up a big charade just to leave an impression on your son to take him as a student. Your son may have guts, but why do I feel it’s a case of biting the hand that feeds?"

Yin Shixiu put his arm around Su Xiaomeng’s neck, led her to the back porch, pointed to the small figure gloomily sitting in a rocking chair teasing birds,

"Look, that’s our son, right?"

"...No kidding."

"He possesses the pride of the Yin Family, and the sensitivity of your Su Xiaomeng, don’t worry, he can bend and stretch, will make a good decision for himself."