Chapter 53: Pantry

Wang Wanjun watched Li Yan's departing back, not knowing what she was thinking, but her eyes did reveal some surprise.

She had just met the person yesterday, the person who paid her salary, and the group owner of her freshman group.

And they met so coincidentally today; of course, that was all.

As for any heartbeat, inner exploration of Li Yan, or extra attention, that didn't exist.

This was reality, not a novel.

"Wanjun, you two know each other?"

The girl at the front desk looked curiously at Wang Wanjun, who was wiping the table with a rag next to her, very curious about their relationship.

It was very early now, most of those practicing the piano hadn't arrived yet, and there weren't many pedestrians on the street, so it wasn't time for Wang Wanjun to go out and distribute flyers.

Wang Wanjun's slender fingers didn't stop, faint blue veins appeared on the back of her hand, and her snow-white, slender wrist wiped the rag across the table.

Just by relying on this pair of fair and tender hands, she could have already conquered many hand-control fans.

Some beauties, you don't even need to see their faces to know that they are absolutely beautiful beyond compare.

"Hmm... he is also a freshman at Sichuan University."

Wang Wanjun's voice was very nice, a clear, somewhat gentle, and somewhat crisp voice.

Wang Wanjun didn't say anything about the relationship between the group owner and the administrator, because it didn't matter.

"How do you know each other?"

The following words didn't reach the ears of Li Yan, who had already walked to the piano room deep in the corridor.

Now, Li Yan most wanted to seize the time to practice the piano well and complete the task; after all, appearance was also quite important~

Li Yan arrived at the piano room. It was still early, and Teacher Wang hadn't arrived yet, so Li Yan just intended to practice by himself first.

He first followed the separate practice method explained by the teacher, playing the melody with his right hand alone and maintaining simple chords with his left hand.

At the beginning, the right-hand scale was quite smooth, but as soon as the left hand joined, there were occasional collisions and misplacements.

Li Yan stopped and took a deep breath many times, repeatedly "practicing slowly, separately, and then combining" in the stuck measures.

It really wasn't that easy to get started, and Li Yan also felt a bit tired; it was just that time was too tight, and there was no other way.

About ten minutes later, Teacher Wang pushed the door and entered.

Looking at Li Yan covered in fine sweat, she smiled lightly: "Don't be too anxious, slow down the beat first. Break down each measure, confirm the fingering is correct, and then gradually connect them."

She stood by and tapped the piano cover with her finger, "Especially the left-hand chords, keep them even, don't fight for rhythm with the right hand."

Li Yan nodded and, following the teacher's reminder, practiced from the beginning again.

The music was a bit stumbling at the beginning, but he insisted on playing slowly until the last few measures of the variation section, barely without stopping.

Teacher Wang nodded from time to time and noted down some details that needed to be modified.

The sound of the piano room didn't travel far, but it was enough for Wang Wanjun, who was walking out from the front desk position and holding a thick stack of flyers with some difficulty, to hear.

Her tall figure paused for a moment before going out, and her bright eyes looked toward the piano room with a trace of yearning.

She took a slight breath, propped open the glass door of the tutoring class with her snow-white, slender arms, and walked toward the sun-drenched street as usual.

"The most critical part is these two variation measures," the teacher pointed to the symbols circled on the sheet music, "You have an extra grace note here in your right hand; it's not that complex, but you have to lower the volume to highlight the main melody behind it."

Li Yan tried it a few times according to the requirements. At first, he was still stumbling, but gradually he found the feel of "lightly touching the keys and emphasizing the melody."

The teacher also helped draw an arrow at the rhythm to indicate, reminding him not to be too fast; keeping the beat steady was the priority.

All morning, Li Yan practiced the piano, from past eight o'clock until nearly twelve o'clock now.

Teacher Wang had already gone home to eat. Seeing Li Yan practicing so diligently, she reminded him to pay attention to rest, otherwise, haste would make waste.

No way, Li Yan's fingers were sore, his butt hurt from sitting on the piano bench, and his waist and back were sore; he hadn't stopped all morning.

The physical tiredness was actually okay; the results of Li Yan's recent physical exercise were also quite good.

But the boring and tasteless practice was the truly difficult thing.

By the end of the practice, Li Yan was even a bit dazed, starting to play only by relying on the little bit of muscle memory formed all morning.

This was practicing the piano.

Looking at the empty piano room, and even the next room no longer had piano sounds, Li Yan stopped his sore arms and looked at the time on the Patek Philippe Nautilus on his wrist.

"It's already twelve o'clock..."

Li Yan stood up and stretched a big stretch; he was very tired, but the progress was still quite obvious.

With the simple, stumbling rhythm, Li Yan already had some feeling; it wouldn't be long before he could play it completely.

Taking out his phone to order takeout, Li Yan didn't plan to go back at noon.

Time waited for no one; he would go all out and practice more in the afternoon so he could finish this task as soon as possible.

Ordering a luxury bento from a restaurant only three kilometers away, he hadn't eaten much for breakfast, and after a morning of consumption, Li Yan was already hungry and his stomach was growling.

Placing the order and paying, after thinking for a moment, Li Yan also ordered two cups of low-sugar iced milk tea and a fruit bowl.

Clicking on his phone QQ, he looked at dozens of private messages, all from some beautiful freshman girls who had added him.

The power of Li Yan's frequent red envelopes in the group was still there.

It was just that Li Yan didn't pay attention to them. He clicked on WeChat to look at the messages. Gangan had sent him three latest videos she had filmed, asking Li Yan to help her choose one to publish.

Li Yan chose one and sent it back, getting a 1-second voice message.

"Mua!"

Smiling, he looked at the message from Wang Wen, which was just about the number of freshmen reviewed to join the group.

Now the number of people in the QQ group had reached 1,800, and the number was already quite huge. It looked like it wouldn't be long before he needed to upgrade the group chat or open a new group.

This was all the credit of those tens of thousands of promotion fees; this was the effect of money.

And the fact that there were 99+ messages in the QQ group if you didn't look for a minute also proved that it was quite hot.

All kinds of show-offs appeared on the stage, which was quite lively.

Putting away his phone, Li Yan walked out of the piano room and headed toward the pantry in front.

The corridor was quiet, and looking at the front desk not far away, it was also empty; he guessed they had gone to eat or were taking a nap.

Li Yan didn't care and came to the pantry, sitting on the chair in front of the only small table, slowly leaning back on the chair.

Rest, rest, he was a bit tired...

The takeout was delivered very quickly; Li Yan had only sat for five minutes before he got it.

Putting the fruit bowl and milk tea aside, he opened an exquisite wooden lunch box, and the dazzling array of exquisite ingredients inside emitted a rich fragrance.

After all, it cost more than 300 yuan!

Breaking apart the disposable chopsticks, Li Yan was just about to start when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside the pantry... ===== CHAPTER 54 =====