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[Jiang Yichen: Professor Qin]
[This book is exclusively published on 𝕥𝕨𝕜𝕒𝕟.𝕔𝕠𝕞]
[Qin Ling: Speak.]
[Jiang Yichen: About that video…]
[Qin Ling: Not deleting it.]
[Jiang Yichen: It’s been two days, sister, please. Just delete it. You have no idea how many sleepless nights I’ve had because of it! I can’t sleep at all!]
It had been two days.
Every day, Jiang Yichen consistently greeted Professor Qin, then asked her to delete the video…
But Professor Qin’s response was always short and straightforward: “Not deleting it.” Such simple and unadorned words.
He really hadn’t been sleeping well these past two days.
However, it wasn’t because of the video; he had been busy gaming.
In university, if you didn’t stay up late a bit, it would be such a waste.
[Qin Ling: Who are you calling sister? Be more respectful.]
[Qin Ling: Also, I’ll say this one last time: based on your performance in the finals, if you score over ninety, I’ll delete it.]
[Jiang Yichen: Wasn’t it eighty!?]
What the heck, now it’s doubled!
How could a slacker like him aim for ninety?
[Qin Ling: Haven’t you been free these past couple of days? You haven’t been practicing your piano.]
[Jiang Yichen: Professor Qin! That’s not fair! I’ve been in the piano room every day!]
[Qin Ling: Are you sure?]
Jiang Yichen hesitated for a moment and then typed back, forcing himself to sound confident: [Sure!]
Qin Ling immediately sent a screenshot.
It was a record from the smart campus piano room showing that Jiang Yichen hadn’t practiced at all since the semester started.
[Jiang Yichen: …… Professor Qin, let me explain. I found a place outside the school to practice.]
[Qin Ling: Are you sure?]
Again, those three words. Jiang Yichen, through the phone screen, imagined Qin Ling’s icy gaze directed at him. He shrank back and replied: [Actually, I’m not too sure.]
[Qin Ling: How’s your sheet music coming along?]
[Qin Ling: Think carefully before you answer.]
[Jiang Yichen: ….. I was thinking of doing it over the weekend…]
[Qin Ling: Fine, don’t forget.]
“Phew…” Jiang Yichen sighed in relief and then looked out the window.
The September weather was still quite hot, and the pillow and cushion he washed the other day were nearly dry.
[Jiang Yichen: Professor Qin, do you have time? I’d like to return your pillow and sofa cushion.]
[Qin Ling: No time.]
[Jiang Yichen: What are you doing?]
[……]
No reply.
Jiang Yichen had grown accustomed to Professor Qin disappearing mid-conversation.
After all, she was a distinguished professor, unlike him, who was just a carefree student.
“Maybe I should start making some money…”
Jiang Yichen glanced at his WeChat balance.
He had eight hundred yuan left.
And it was only a few days since the semester started.
If this continued…
After splurging at the beginning of the month, he would be left with nothing but steamed buns and instant noodles by the end of the month.
To be honest, he didn’t even know how his money had dwindled from one thousand five hundred to just eight hundred.
It seemed he had only bought a bouquet of lilies for Professor Qin, treated himself to some meals, bought some fruit, and subscribed to a couple of games for a month.
He couldn’t recall doing much else.
In fact, every time he spent money, he’d check to see if he had any coupons available…
His frugal habits had led him to spend quite a bit.
To avoid eating nothing but air at the end of the month and to ensure a happy life ahead, he needed to think about how to earn money.
First, he still retained memories from his past life, and second, he was now a piano student. Finally, this was a parallel world similar to Earth.
Jiang Yichen pondered the memories from his past life, and the most suitable idea for him was to copy popular songs from his previous life.
Although this world was somewhat similar to his past, there were many differences.
Overall, popular songs from his previous life didn’t exist here.
“Lao Jiang! Damn!”
Zhang Wei shouted loudly.
Shen An complained, “Zhang Dapao, can you keep your voice down?”
“Who are you to talk? You play games so loud every night, it’s even worse than me!”
Zhang Wei rolled his eyes.
He then held up his phone, leaning over Jiang Yichen’s bed. “Lao Jiang, look! Someone posted on the school’s confession wall that Professor Qin will play the piano at tonight’s welcome party.”
“Oh,” Jiang Yichen replied nonchalantly.
“What kind of reaction is that? This is your Professor Qin! The piano goddess! Your teacher!” Zhang Wei exclaimed excitedly. “I can already imagine Professor Qin elegantly walking on stage in a beautiful gown to play!”
Jiang Yichen picked up his phone and opened an image from Qin Ling’s social media.
In the picture, she sat gracefully in front of a piano, wearing a white gown.
She truly looked beautiful, and Jiang Yichen nodded in approval.
……
After school in the afternoon.
Jiang Yichen and his friends made a detour to the playground.
The stage had already been set up on the field.
There were huge speakers and countless light cables.
On the side of the stage was a white grand piano.
Jiang Yichen imagined Professor Qin sitting there elegantly playing the piano.
As night fell, nearly everyone presented their best sides.
However, the freshmen, fresh from military training, had darker skin than the sophomores and juniors, which put them at a disadvantage.
Even without the tan, the upperclassmen understood fashion and makeup much better than the freshmen.
In the boys’ dorm.
A major crisis occurred.
They were out of paper.
As everyone knew, paper was a scarce resource in a boys’ dorm.
You could leave a few hundred yuan in cash in the room, and no one would care, but leave a pack of paper…
And it would vanish before you knew it.
“Who took my paper again?!” Shen An shouted, clutching his stomach.
Zhang Wei, Jiang Yichen, and Zheng Mingcheng exchanged glances.
Then the three of them shook their heads in unison. “No idea.”
Shen An glared at the three of them.
Next time he bought paper, he’d have to lock it in a suitcase with a password!
Faced with this urgent situation, Shen An had no choice but to tear a few pages from his notebook and quickly ran to the bathroom.
After this small interruption.
The three of them began to tidy themselves up.
Zhang Wei glanced at his yellowish skin and then looked at Jiang Yichen’s fair complexion. “Lao Jiang, what skincare products do you use?”
“SK-II,” Jiang Yichen replied, noting that a bottle of essence cost over a thousand.
Of course, he couldn’t afford it; it was all thanks to his older sister, Jiang Suihua, who had given it to him.
“SK-II…” Zhang Wei pulled out his phone and searched for it on a shopping app. “Damn! Are you a rich second generation?!”
“No, no.” Jiang Yichen humbly waved his hand. It was all because he had a good older sister.
“Let me use it,” Zhang Wei said.
“Forget it, big guy,” Zheng Mingcheng interjected. “With your acne scars, it wouldn’t help. Just use some basic moisturizer.”