Chapter 579: The Mu Family’s hope, The arrogant offspring of Chen Ye_1

Shiyu stopped when he heard the voice; he was still wearing his glasses and turned around at the door to look at the butler, unable to remember him. “You are…”

The butler’s hair was speckled with white, his skin loose and wrinkled, and his pair of eyes cloudy and unfocused, revealing no particular sense of vitality.

“Our young master used to be your student,” Shiyu didn’t remember his own butler, which wasn’t a surprise to the butler, his attitude respectful, “I have met you before.”

Shiyu had encountered numerous students and parents, so naturally, he didn’t remember people he had met over a decade ago who were not significant.

Upon hearing this, he merely nodded slightly toward the butler, then immediately took a call and left.

The butler stood at the elevator for a long time before finally lowering his gaze and entering.

“Do you know him?” In the elevator, Xiaojie curiously looked at the butler.

“Yes,” the butler responded indifferently, without much interest, “the principal of Jiangjing University.”

Butler had met Principal Shi.

Back when Mu Qiong was still around, Shiyu was the vice-principal of Jiangjing and had visited the Mu Family. The butler had been with Mu Qiong since she was small and had met Shiyu.

There wasn’t a tradition of promoting from another location at Jiang University, so after all these years, Principal Shi must have been confirmed in his position.

The Principal of Jiang University?

Xiaojie regretted not having taken a better look earlier, “How come he is here?”

The butler was lost in memories and did not reply.

At 303, the door was opened by Pu Xiaohan, who was still holding a black chess piece in her hand. She took the thermos from the butler, “Bai Lian has gone out, would you like to come in for some tea?”

“No need.” The butler shook his head, vaguely seeing what seemed to be a boy in the living room.

He turned and took Xiaojie away.

When they got on the elevator, Xiaojie pressed the elevator button, and suddenly recalled—

That Principal Shi had just come down from the third floor, right?

**

Jiangyin Art Building.

Bai Shaoqi was learning in the office with her teacher, who mostly gave one-on-one private lessons.

“Shaoqi.” The handsome young man outside came very early today.

The girl next to Bai Shaoqi stood up and whispered in her ear.

Bai Shaoqi turned her head and saw Song Min waiting at the door, wearing a white T-shirt, casually scrolling on his phone with downcast eyes. He was always aloof and rarely spoke.

Especially recently, his gaze seemed colder, making him even more unapproachable.

And his interactions with Bai Shaoqi had become even less frequent.

It had only been a couple of days since Song Min arrived in Jiangjing. He had a driver’s license, so Mrs. Song let him come to pick her up.

Bai Shaoqi and the girl left the room, and the three of them entered the elevator together.

Many Jiangyin students had gone abroad for study during summer vacation, so the Art Building was empty. The elevator had only them. As the doors closed, Bai Shaoqi standing by the door, pressed for the first floor.

The Art Building had seven floors, and they were on the sixth floor.

Her glance fell on the middle button for the third floor, which sported a “Forbidden” sign, making her wonder.

“Oh, that,” the girl next to Bai Shaoqi answered with a smile, “the third and fourth floors are recording studios. The third floor’s studio must be used by some big shot. Usually, you can’t go in there during such times. How I wish I could go in and record on my own someday.”

The girl’s voice was filled with longing.

Jiangyin boasted the best recording studios in all of Asia and was also well-known internationally.

Not to mention domestically, a bunch of people from overseas came to Jiangyin for these studios.

Both Bai Shaoqi and Song Min glanced at the third floor which was marked with no entry.

**

Third floor, recording studio.

Dean Jian’s right hand played four notes all on one string to the right, the melody flowing naturally like echoes from a distant mountain.

Bai Lian stood beside him, slowly and meticulously fitting her Tortoiseshell Artificial Nails on her fingers while bowing her head.

After playing that segment, Dean Jian stood up and moved aside, “It’s roughly this tune, try it for yourself.”

Bai Lian sat down, lifted her hands, and replicated the segment Dean Jian had just adjusted. As she raised her arm, her strength flowed to her fingertips. Although it was the same tone, it always sounded more resonant when she played.

Dean Jian retreated next door, listening to the playback recorded by the staff.

“Dean Jian, is this your disciple?” The recording engineer hadn’t seen Dean Jian’s students before and was just amazed at Bai Lian’s musical ear, “Why haven’t I heard of her previously?”

There were many who studied the guzheng at the school; naturally, the most outstanding was Dean Jian, and next were his three disciples.

Leng Shuhe was the only female among them and was quite famous in Jiangjing; naturally, the recording engineer thought of her.

Upon hearing this, Dean Jian looked up at the girl still working the guzheng in the footage. Bai Lian had always said she wasn’t as good at playing the guzheng as her teacher or her mysterious senior sister. With her already profound musical sense, who exactly were the other two?

He had scoured the guzheng players and hadn’t found a teacher from the same faction as Bai Lian.

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