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Jiang Yichen left.
After lunch, when Qin Ling said he should continue practicing the piano, he immediately ran away, afraid that Professor Qin would catch him and make him practice for the whole afternoon.
Although the piano in Professor Qin’s house cost a million yuan, it felt great to play, and the sound quality was far superior to the pianos at school.
But in Jiang Yichen’s opinion, he might as well go back to school and play a few games on his computer.
He had already practiced enough piano for the week. As the saying goes, work and rest should be combined. You can’t just practice the piano all the time; you need to play a few games to relax.
Qin Ling sat in front of her piano, playing Chopin’s Nocturne in E-flat major alone.
She loved this piece, full of romanticism, like a lyrical poem.
The melodious piano music echoed in the living room for a long time.
After a long time.
The music ended.
Qin Ling picked up the thermos on the piano lid and took a sip of brown sugar ginger tea.
Although her stomach didn’t hurt anymore, she was fond of this brown sugar ginger tea. It was warm, just like the smile on that boy’s face, making her feel warm.
…
Mingxian Conservatory of Music.
The Boys’ Dormitory.
3 PM.
Jiang Yichen returned to the dorm.
Zhang Wei, hearing the sound, immediately jumped up from the bed and ran down barefoot, “Lao Jiang, where were you last night?”
“Internet cafe,” Jiang Yichen replied.
“Bullshit,” Zhang Wei retorted, “You went to the internet cafe alone all night? Can you come up with a better excuse? Honestly, did you spend last night in bed with some girl?”
“No.”
“No? Swear on it!”
“I swear.”
“Say ‘Er Huo’.”
“Er Huo.”
Jiang Yichen looked serious, not at all like he was joking.
Could Professor Qin be considered a little sister?
She’s more like a big sister!
“Okay, since you say so, I’ll believe you,” Zhang Wei patted Jiang Yichen’s shoulder, “Man, you don’t know, last night I was the only one in the dorm, I couldn’t even sleep.”
Jiang Yichen looked at the upper bunks, “They didn’t come back?”
“No!” Zhang Wei nodded, “Lao Zheng, I can understand, he went to meet his online girlfriend, but Shen An… tsk, Lao Jiang, do you think he was with a guy or a girl last night?”
“I don’t know,” Jiang Yichen shrugged.
He went to his computer desk and sat down.
Then he opened the entertainment news.
He planned to see if there were any singing competitions or music programs recently.
As an independent musician, he didn’t have money for promotion, so he planned to ride the coattails of these programs for free publicity.
“Lao Jiang, Eternal Return, wanna play?” Zhang Wei turned to ask.
“You play first,” Jiang Yichen replied.
“What are you looking at?” Zhang Wei got up and leaned over, “Wow, entertainment news? What are you trying to do?”
“I’m looking for singing competitions.”
“Singing competitions? I’m familiar with those!” Zhang Wei excitedly said, “I’m a seasoned fan of music variety shows. What kind are you looking for? Professional singer competition? Nationwide audition show? Professional vocal performance? These three are the most common now. The first is like ‘I Am a Singer’, the second is similar to ‘Dream Voice’, the third is usually for bel canto masters, like ‘Sound into the Heart’.”
“But you’re probably looking for a nationwide audition show, right?” Zhang Wei continued.
“Yes.”
Zhang Wei pondered for a moment, then suggested, “Then check out ‘Dream Voice’, I saw it a while ago, the second season is about to start airing.”
Jiang Yichen immediately searched online.
Dream Voice Season 2.
Currently in the registration phase.
Auditions start on September 20th.
The competition is divided into audition phase, blind audition phase, team battle phase, elimination phase, and final phase.
The competition format was similar to “The Voice” from Jiang Yichen’s past life.
Jiang Yichen scrolled down, continuing to browse the competition time and location.
The competition times were all on weekends.
The competition location… was in Shanghai.
After careful review, Jiang Yichen spent a few minutes uploading his information and registering.
“Lao Jiang, are you up to this? Don’t go up there and embarrass yourself,” Zhang Wei joked.
Before the freshman welcome party, he would have mocked Jiang Yichen for being overconfident.
But now… it was hard to say. He had heard Jiang Yichen sing at the welcome party, and he sounded like a vocal major.
Jiang Yichen: “No problem, when I go up to introduce myself, I’ll say I’m Zhang Wei, Zhang Dapao, a freshman in the piano department of Mingxian Conservatory of Music, class of 2024.”
Zhang Wei: “Nice!”
…
Evening.
Xiangyao Residential Area.
Qin Ling’s house.
In the spacious and bright living room, Qin Ling was wearing a well-fitting, breathable yoga outfit, standing on a yoga mat.
The yoga outfit perfectly outlined her long legs and toned waist and abdomen.
Qin Ling first gently tied up her hair, then began to do some simple yoga movements.
Yoga was a relatively gentle form of exercise. Appropriate practice can promote blood circulation in the lower body, helping to relieve lower abdominal pain or dysmenorrhea.
Qin Ling chose a few simple yoga movements.
She didn’t practice for long. After fifteen minutes.
She got up and put the yoga mat in the corner of the living room.
Ding-dong ding-dong—
The doorbell rang.
Qin Ling went to the entranceway and looked outside through the peephole.
It was a glamorous woman wearing large-framed sunglasses.
Fang Ruoyan.
A college roommate, one of her best friends.
Now a successful entertainment industry figure, at only twenty-seven years old, she was hailed by the media as a rising star.
“Hello, my dear best friend, long time no see,” Fang Ruoyan greeted, “Come, let’s hug.”
Qin Ling nimbly avoided the hug, “Change your shoes yourself.”
Saying this, she went back into the house.
“Hey, Qin Ling, why are you still so grumpy?” Fang Ruoyan complained, not even getting a hug.
Qin Ling ignored her complaints, went to the living room, took out a paper cup, and poured Fang Ruoyan a cup of warm water.
Fang Ruoyan followed her in and was immediately unhappy, “Qin Ling, why are you offering me plain boiled water? Where’s your liquor? Bring it out, let’s drink until we drop!”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Just no.” Qin Ling sat on the sofa with her thermos.
Fang Ruoyan looked at the thermos in her hand, puzzled. When did this alcohol fiend start paying attention to health?
Then she slapped her forehead, “Oh, I forgot, are you on your period?”
Qin Ling didn’t answer her question, but calmly asked, “So, why are you here so late? Something happened?”