Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 186 183. Boss X's strange hostel, leaving soon
The vanguard duo of the Haiyuan first arrived in Yanjing on the evening of December 12.

Master Tang followed Wu Fusheng into the gate.

At first glance, it really doesn't look like a hotel lobby set.

To the east is a book wall, and to the south is a wine cabinet.

There are several portrait oil paintings of musicians hanging on the ink-colored small wine table in the corner.

Under the white spotlights, accompanied by the soft piano melody in the hall, they come to life.

There are a few wooden tables and chairs scattered around the bar, and a hulking figure is flipping through something.

There is a black grand piano under the glass window in the north, and Lao Tang recognized it as a kawask-5 as soon as he got out of the car.

The boss has good taste.

Is it a pity that such a piano is placed in the hall as a decoration?

But to be able to open such a hotel in this location, the owner should not be short of money.

After walking two steps forward, he realized that behind the raised piano cover, there was a high table in the left-hand corner of the window.

At this moment, a man in black short sleeves was sitting at the desk, typing something on the keyboard of his laptop.

In winter, I wear short sleeves and sit by the window.

Really antifreeze.

Passing the ID card to Wu Fusheng, Lao Tang couldn't help walking towards the wall of books that attracted him the most.

When he realized that the entire wall was full of musical scores, Wu Fusheng, who had checked in, had already walked behind him.

"How about it, isn't this place very unique?"

Lao Tang nodded, staring at the sheet music of Rachmaninoff's Second Piano Concerto, smacking his lips and saying:
"It's interesting, it's the first time I've seen this version of La Er."

Wu Fusheng proudly said: "Let's go, go up and tidy up first, come down for a drink or two later, then you can watch as you please."

Lao Tang raised the corners of his mouth unkindly: "Is this score free for us to read?"

Wu Fusheng smiled and pointed to the notice board in the corner.

Lao Tang approached.

[All music scores in this store can be read]

[One loss and ten penalty]

Lao Tang was startled: "A black shop?"

At this moment, the man in black in front of the window got up.

The two looked at the same time.

Wu Fusheng: "This is the boss."

Lao Tang looked back at the lobby for a week, then looked at the figure by the window, muttering, "Is he really a hotel owner? I don't think so."

Wu Fusheng: "I heard that he is also a writer."

Lao Tang: "What writer?"

Wu Fusheng: "Internet writer."

Lao Tang: "Can someone who writes web articles be considered a writer?"

Wu Fusheng: "I think it can be counted."

Lao Tang pondered: "Then according to this logic, am I not a pianist?"

Wu Fusheng: "If you are a pianist, then he should still be a pianist."

Lao Tang: "...is there such a person?"

Wu Fusheng hehe: "The world is so big, there are so many interesting people."

Old Tang: "You...how can you be so clear?"

Wu Fusheng: "He is a good friend of Sister Nuo."

Old Tang: "Understood."

The two went upstairs, and the lobby became quiet again.
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Boss X, who has been busy for most of the night, finally finished coding today's chapter.

Compared with music, code words are really too difficult, but it makes him enjoy it.

It's just that he really has no time after the next year.

Boss X doesn't want to be a eunuch, he is a little depressed when he thinks of being blasted by a few readers.

However, the more frustrating thing is yet to come.

"Master, the last room has also been reserved."

Xiaoyu, the temporary worker at the front desk tonight, came to report to him.

He doubted: "It wasn't long ago—"

"and many more."

"Which room?"

He had an ominous premonition in his heart, "You won't take my room"

Xiaoyu nodded: "Yes."

Boss X is angry: "Who told you to do it!"

Xiao Yu's expression remained unchanged: "You know."

Boss X gritted his teeth: "Who are you."

"Forget it," he endured, "give me the key on the opposite side, I didn't bring it."

Xiaoyu spread her hands: "Sister Xiaoxiao asked me to tell you that if you don't come home tonight, you will never go back."

woman! !
woman! ! !

woman! ! ! ! !

Obviously he was kicked out, but now he doesn't want to go home! ?
Boss X stared and stopped making a sound. He thrust his hands into his waist and breathed rapidly only through his nose.

But Xiaoyu is not afraid at all.

Sure enough, his boss panted and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an uncomfortable smile.

"I see, you go, tell her I'll be home in 10 minutes."

Xiaoyu didn't leave, "Are you okay?"

Boss X: "Huh?"

Xiaoyu: "Okay, that piano in your room?"

Boss X turned around and waved his hand, put on his coat and walked out of the gate smartly: "Lock the piano cover, and if you hang it, you will pay ten for any damage."

Xiaoyu shrugged, as if it had legal effect.

But she is more concerned about whether she can see a complete master tomorrow.

After all, today, there are really not many men who are as flexible as his master.

"I wish you well."

Boss X froze when he heard it.

".joke."

Xiaoyu chuckled, stood where he was and started counting down.

Boss X took out his mobile phone as soon as he went out.

'The number you dialed is on'

I will endure.

'The number you dialed is on'

I will endure.

Turn on phone location.

Location is off?
With a long breath, he turned around and walked into the store.

When Xiaoyu counted to '1', Boss X's resentful face appeared at the entrance of the lobby again.

Before the other party could ask, she bared her teeth and smiled:
"Green City."

The next second, the entire hall was quiet again.

It was an hour and a half before the temporary worker Xiaoyu got off work. She wandered to the grand piano and sat down. Raising her hand, there was a gust of cold winter wind.

The fat buddy who had been sitting in front of the bar flipping through the pages suddenly turned his head when he heard the sound.

The rhythm of this music?You tell me to be a hotel receptionist? !

Xiaoyu was indeed caught tonight, and the door opposite the window was her original workplace.

At 3 minutes and 27 seconds, she closed her hands, left the piano and returned to the front desk.

It's just that I don't know which unlucky guy will live in the master's piano room.

Sister Xiaoxiao said, it is listed as a 199 special price spike room.

She thought that since this was the case, it would be better to have free breakfast.

This is *** street.
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"I thought it couldn't be decided."

There are many hotels near Huaguoyuan, but Chen Xuan guessed that Li An would definitely like that one, but the room was already full.

Ever since Li An's ticket was booked, she has been swiping. She didn't expect to report anything, but she didn't expect to get it.

"so cheap?!"

Li An was startled awake when he saw the price of the wine.

Chen Xuan said happily: "The special price is a quick kill room, please praise me as a little expert at home."

Li An originally planned to stay in a hotel far away, anyway, the subway is also convenient, so nothing will be delayed.

He felt that it was not worthwhile to spend money on accommodation, but Chen Xuan insisted that it was convenient to be nearby.

That's not what it means to be a poor family and a rich road, but you can't beat the other party.

it's good now.

Li An sighed: "Will I be kicked out when I go? The price is too outrageous."

Chen Xuan: "Don't worry."

In fact, she didn't expect it either.

Let's just say it was a good day.

I really couldn't exercise today, and the two of them took a shower as soon as they got home.

Then he went to bed and lay down for a while before falling asleep one after another.

In the past two days, not only Li An was busy practicing the piano, Chen Xuanyudong's work was also exhausting.

The small class conversion month from mid-November to mid-December has entered the last week.

During this week, teachers and academic administrators have turned into salespeople.

I am frantically communicating with parents every day.

In the morning of the next day, everyone in the west office was holding their mobile phones and computers, including Deng Shiqi, except for Li An.

To say that Wang Panpan is the hardest one, not only responsible for contacting the parents, but also communicating with the teachers about the actual situation.

Every order is a performance, and Wang Panpan does not want to let go of any student who may be transformed.

From experiencing work and life to integrating into the group, after several months of tempering, Wang Panpan is no longer the novice in the workplace who just joined the job and Xiaobei's mother is hard steel.

Under Li An's teaching, now she shares with her parents and no longer needs the script manual provided by the academic affairs team.

The solutions to various problems come from the mouth.

"Mother Ziqian, it's like this. Our class time can be staggered. You have enrolled your child in so many classes, which shows that you attach great importance to your child's study."

"Besides, the country's double reduction policy will be implemented soon, and art will be included in the senior high school entrance examination. We can no longer look at art courses in the same way as before."

"You let your child start studying now so that he can have an alternative path to study in the future."

"If you sign up now, you can enjoy the activity of attending four classes for 100 yuan, and you will also be given a pull-out schoolbag worth 268, only for the top 40."

"Ok, ok, um, see which time is convenient for you to come over on the weekend. I'll make an appointment with the teacher for you. Yes, it's still Teacher Ma. Okay, let's contact on WeChat."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Panpan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ma Tao and said with a smile, "Teacher Ma, what are you going to treat me to?"

Ma Tao waved his hand: "Claypot rice noodles with fishball luncheon meat, arrangement."

Lunch time had just begun when Wang Panpan's cell phone rang again.

"Hello, mother Jia Yi, hello, um."

"Yes, that's right."

"Our high school entrance examination art specialty class will be officially launched at the end of the year, um, yes, it needs to be evaluated."

"No basis—"

As he spoke, he looked at Li An, and Li An waved his hand.

"If you don't have a foundation, I still suggest that you enroll your child in a basic class first, get started first, and then consider transferring to an art test class after his level reaches a certain level."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li only takes students from the art test class now."

Li An pointed behind him.

"However, we can arrange for you another postgraduate teacher who graduated from the Rongcheng Conservatory of Music to give A a class."

"Yeah, tell me."

"That's right, because art will be included in the first year of the high school entrance examination next year, so we don't have a reference for now, but what is certain now is that children will also be tested for musical literacy in addition to musical instruments."

"We don't give literacy lessons."

"We use internal textbooks, yes, they are completely written by our teaching team, and are specially designed for high school entrance examination art students."

"Okay, you have considered contacting me anytime."

"Goodbye Jia Yi's mother."

Wang Panpan hung up the phone, Xu Hongxinshu gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Tao, learn from Panpan, don't just talk to your parents about art and art, let's do something practical."

Ma Tao sighed, probably it was a matter of personality, he really couldn't say this.

"Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Wang Panpan asked Li An.

Ang Lee: "Excellent."

Wang Panpan: "Hey, it's better to be taught by the boss."

Seeing that Wang Panpan's business ability is getting stronger and stronger, Li An, as Wang Panpan's half master, is still happy for the other party's growth.

Wang Panpan has adapted to the rules of the game.

She was no longer that little girl standing in the corridor wiping her tears in summer.

But he felt a little regretful.

In fact, for that conflict, he was very grateful to Wang Panpan in his heart.

It was Wang Panpan who told Xiaobei's mother what he wanted to say but couldn't.

Wang Panpan's changes reminded her of Lin Youyou.

How long can Lin Youyou last?

"Sister Xuan, have Liu Min's parents contacted you recently?"

Wang Panpan asked suddenly while eating.

This kid named Liu Min said a long time ago that he wanted to enroll in a small class, and it happened to be in Chen Xuan's class, so Wang Panpan paid more attention to it.

It's just that the enthusiasm of the parents faded away.

Chen Xuan knew that this moment would come sooner or later. The child started going to 2501 every Thursday night for classes half a month ago.

Li An ate his meal calmly, pausing with his right hand after a meal.

"got engaged."

The answer is not what they agreed on.

Wang Panpan didn't ask any more questions: "That's good, her mother hasn't responded to my messages very much recently, I thought it was completely over, Sister Xuan, come on!"

Xu Hongxin: "Yunshan Primary School is ready to leave."

After hearing the words, everyone speeded up the speed of eating.
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At 01:30, Chen Xuan, Xu Hongxin, and Ma Tao went to the club class of Yunshan Primary School with the car. It was another hard afternoon.

Li An and Wang Panpan rested for a while and were also taken away by Qin Yong.

Then yesterday afternoon, today Yudong will hold a meeting with the parents of the special art class for the high school entrance examination at the two schools that Meizhuang Pian went to. The subjects are piano, violin, erhu, and pipa.

In the afternoons of the last three days, Li An has already visited seven schools, and the response has been pretty good.

He and other teachers in the art training group were responsible for displaying and introducing the courses, Qin Yong was in charge of publicity, and Wang Panpan was in charge of statistics.

At noon today, Jia Yi's mother saw Li An's teaching demonstration, went back to discuss with her children, and unanimously decided to enroll in this special piano class.

It's just that I didn't expect that I must have a basic foundation before I can enroll in this special art class.

Regarding this restriction, it was the result of repeated discussions between Li An and Qin Yong.

Although this restriction will cause some students to lose.

But the goal of art classes is not just to cultivate hobbies and sentiments. Parents pay a lot of money to enroll in classes to see actual returns.

If a child with zero foundation and poor talent fails to get grades after enrolling in the class, it is difficult for them to explain to their parents.

This is Lantian's first special art class, and there is no room for loss.
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That's it, Li An prepares for the competition in the morning, runs classes in the afternoon, and attends classes in the evening.

Fast forward to March 12th.

Even if Yudong finished all the work before the end of the year this afternoon, the matter of arranging Ji Yang to Lin Youyou will be explained to Ji Chengguang tonight.

The next thing is Xiaobei Chelin Xiaohu's class tomorrow and the application for leave.

At 09:30 in the evening, as soon as Li An entered the door, he heard the sound of busy work in the bedroom.

He walked over.

Beside the bed in the bedroom, Chen Xuan was quietly folding his clothes, beside the suitcase he was going to take away tomorrow.

Who doesn't love a gentle woman.

(End of this chapter)