Chapter 62 You only Need to Remember One Thing

Qin Yang also saw Cheng Yingfan, but he didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the classroom.

Cheng Yingfan looked at Zhang Ming who was leaving, then at Qin Yang, gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Qin Yang!"

Qin Yang stopped, turned around, and looked at Cheng Yingfan.

Cheng Yingfan stopped in front of Qin Yang, and said in a deep voice, "Is Professor Zhang here to look for you?"

Qin Yang nodded calmly: "Well, yes."

Cheng Yingfan had vaguely guessed something in his heart, but he still refused to believe it, and asked through gritted teeth, "What did he ask you for?"

Qin Yang smiled: "He thinks I play the piano well and wants to accept me as his disciple."

Although Cheng Yingfan had already expected it in his heart, when Qin Yang said it, his heart still seemed to be stabbed, and his face became quite ugly: "You agreed?"

Qin Yang shook his head: "Not yet."

Cheng Yingfan was stunned: "Why?"

Qin Yang smiled and said: "I have a master, I have to ask his opinion before making a decision."

Cheng Yingfan was suddenly filled with frustration. He had always been proud of his piano skills, but now he was completely defeated in the place where he was most proud.

He suddenly understood why Zhang Ming looked at himself much colder than before. It was obvious that he already had Qin Yang in his heart. Naturally, when he looked at other people, he felt a little worse.

He wanted to worship Zhang Ming as his teacher, but Zhang Ming took the initiative to find Qin Yang and wanted to accept Qin Yang as his disciple. Even though Qin Yang already had a master, Zhang Ming's attitude did not change. How big is the gap?

Qin Yang ignored Cheng Yingfan, who was in a daze, and went straight back to Xue Wantong's office.

"Teacher Xue..."

Seeing Qin Yang, Xue Wantong asked with concern, "How, where is Professor Zhang?"

"He's back."

Xue Wantong asked: "What did he talk to you about? Is he going to accept you as his disciple?"

"I didn't talk about anything. I heard him play a piece, and then he asked me to play a piece. We chatted for a while."

Xue Wantong said anxiously: "Then he is testing your strength, what's the result?"

Qin Yang said with a smile: "He said he wanted to teach me how to practice the piano, I said think about it."

"consider?"

Xue Wantong's voice suddenly rose a little bit: "Why do you still have to think about it? Why didn't you agree immediately, in case Professor Zhang changed his mind after returning home, you child, this is a great opportunity, I don't know how many people think about it. How about becoming his disciple?"

"Cheng Yingfan from Class 3, you know, the one who performed the piano solo before. He really wants to be Professor Zhang's disciple. It's not easy for Professor Zhang to speak up. Why don't you just agree?"

"No, you have Professor Zhang's contact information, call him quickly and say that you have thought about it, and you are very happy to be his disciple..."

Qin Yang looked at Xue Wantong who was nagging, and couldn't help showing a little smile on his face. The head teacher cared about him quite a bit, and when he was thinking about it, he felt like a relative at home...

"Mr. Xue, don't worry. Professor Zhang can't run away. Your student is a future piano master. No one can bear such an excellent student."

Xue Wantong was amused by Qin Yang's words: "Is there anyone who praises yourself so much?"

Qin Yang smiled and said: "Professor Zhang said this, not me, I just repeated it, but I didn't praise myself."

Xue Wantong's eyes lit up: "He really said that?"

Qin Yang nodded: "En."

Xue Wantong's face showed joy: "That's good. Professor Zhang is a well-known professor in the country and has a high reputation in the music industry. If you can become his disciple, then your future will definitely not be bad."

Qin Yang smiled: "Mr. Xue, there is nothing else. Then I will go back to class."

Xue Wantong nodded: "Go, go, remember not to delay too long, hurry up and call Professor Zhang back."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."

Qin Yang left Xue Wantong's office, took out his phone, and called his master Mo Yu.

"master……"

"Well, what's the matter?"

Mo Yu's voice was as low as ever, and like his people, there was a bit of desolation.

"Is such that……"

Qin Yang explained how he replaced Han Qingqing on stage and Zhang Ming wanted to accept him as a disciple.

"Professor Zhang Ming, right? I know him. He is a capable person. Since he sincerely cherishes his talents and wants to teach you, if you don't refuse yourself, then learn from him. As for the title, call him a teacher, that's okay It should."

Qin Yang hummed: "I'm a disciple of yours, why don't you ask for your opinion, Master?"

Mo Yu laughed, and his words were a little more uninhibited, wild and free and easy: "Our Yinmen is indeed a single pass, but it doesn't restrict you from learning and progressing from others. Don't tell me you are not my apprentice if you learn the piano from Zhang Ming. Already?"

Hearing what the master said, Qin Yang immediately felt relieved: "Thank you, master. Originally, I didn't care, but Professor Zhang's kindness made me feel embarrassed to refuse."

Mo Yu smiled and said, "Zhang Ming is capable, and he is well-known in the music industry and has connections. Since he is willing to teach you, then you can learn from him."

Qin Yang said with a smile: "Master, you know Professor Zhang, does that Professor Zhang know you?"

Mo Yu said indifferently: "I know him because he is a famous person himself. Your master, I am just a little-known wandering wild crane. Of course he doesn't know me anymore."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Master's piano skills should not be inferior to Professor Zhang's?"

Mo Yu smiled and said: "Perhaps, you don't want to think about me. I will teach you what I should teach you. The rest depends on your own practice and your own good fortune. In the future, things like this will You don't need to call me anymore, you can figure it out yourself, you just need to remember one thing."

Qin Yang's expression froze: "Master, please tell me."

There was a bit of arrogance in Mo Yu's voice: "Eternal Yinmen, a single lineage, as a disciple of the generation of Yinmen, no matter what you do, you must not lose the face of Yinmen!"

Qin Yang nodded seriously: "Yes, master, I will always remember it."

"Okay, there's nothing else to do, then hang up."

Mo Yu hung up the phone neatly as always, and Qin Yang looked at the hung up phone with slightly complicated eyes.

You can't lose the face of the hidden door. This sentence is very broad. It doesn't refer to just one thing, but to many things, or anything.

Qin Yang walked towards the classroom, since the master didn't care, and Professor Zhang Ming was very kind, so let's agree.

After all, this matter is only good for me, not bad, is it?