Chapter 157: 157： Was found

After shopping for a while, Jiang Siming came to the teaching building of the second grade.

Jiang Siming remembered that Zhao Xuan told him that Zhao Xiaoxiao was in the second year of junior high school and was still in the first class.

Some curious ones walked into the teaching building, which has only one grade on each floor and only four classes.

In addition to the classrooms, there are piano rooms, music rooms, dance rooms, painting rooms, computer rooms, and even Taekwondo gyms, judo gyms, etc. in the building.

The facilities in it are all high-end products, and there are no less than ten million-level pianos in one piano room, which is not inferior to the one he bought at home.

There are only two kinds of computers in the computer room, Alien and Apple, and there is also a VR experience hall.

This Nima is really better than others.

Jiang Siming was envious. He remembered that when he was studying, the middle and high schools were all together, and Nantian was a poor area with very simple facilities.

An old-fashioned teaching building that was about to be abandoned was packed with students from all three grades of junior high school, a total of several thousand people.

An entire teaching building is used as classrooms, and there is not even a toilet. Every time the get out of class is finished, students have to go to the school’s public toilets and grab a squat with senior classmates.

What's more, there is a piano room. The school doesn't even have a computer. Every time the teacher in the computer class will only teach you theoretical computer knowledge, the children are too greedy and want to see what the computer looks like in their dreams.

The first floor was in the first year, so Jiang Siming went up to the second floor.

Class 4 is at the very end. Class 4 is in class. A foreign language teacher is eloquently speaking English, but Jiang Siming feels that this teacher's accent is not as good as his own, and it is a bit of his hometown dialect, not pure.

There are actually many types of English. This is what Jiang Siming learned after he got proficient in English.

Many foreigners actually speak English just like people in some provinces in China speak Mandarin, with accents mixed in.

Although this teacher's accent is not heavy, Jiang Siming thinks that he should change to a better one, such as him~

Class 3 and Class 2 are the same. They are all in class. Jiang Siming came straight to Class 1, but the classroom in Class 1 was empty.

Somewhat strangely, Jiang Siming continued to move forward, and finally in the piano room on the second floor, he heard a soft and tender voice coming from the valley.

"Students, you must remember that the technique of piano is not difficult. It only requires you to memorize the keys, master the piano score, and practice to improve yourself. Next, please let Tian Yucheng play it for everyone. "Canon"."

It should be the piano teacher who was talking inside, and Jiang Siming was curiously leaning on the back door and quietly checking.

He saw this female piano teacher who had a nice voice like a yellow eagle bird at a glance. He didn't expect her to be more beautiful than her voice.

The figure is tall and slender. The upper body is a blue silk silk shirt. The unique tailoring presents an aristocratic lazy but generous shape. The lower body is a lace-wrapped hip skirt, which is very sexy. scale.

The facial features are exquisite, and one hair is tied behind the head, forming a capable ponytail.

The skin wins the snow, and the clothing looks more delicate against her fair skin.

Her temperament is dusty, and she has been with the piano for a long time, making her look intellectual and elegant, and charming.

"I'll go, if there is such a female teacher who taught me when I was studying, how could my brother only take the Fudan exam, or at least start with Tsinghua University."

Jiang Siming said enviously, it's really like saying on the Internet, other people's teachers...

"Who are you looking for?" The female teacher noticed Jiang Siming who was peeking at the back door and immediately asked.

The students also stopped and looked curiously.

When Zhao Xiaoxiao saw Jiang Siming coming, he shouted in surprise.

But Jiang Siming whispered: "Ahem, I'm a new piano teacher in the third grade of junior high school. I didn't know the location when I first arrived, and I went to the wrong place."

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If you say that you are a parent of a child, the teacher will definitely inform the security guard. Both Yu own face and Yu Zhao Xiaoxiao's face will not look good.

"Are you also a piano teacher?" The female teacher was suspicious. Although Jiang Siming said that she had an extraordinary temperament with sword eyebrows and stars, she always felt that it had nothing to do with piano.

"Yes, we are colleagues. If the teacher is fine, I will leave first." Jiang Siming said he turned his head and left.

Zhao Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and laughed, and Tian Yucheng asked curiously: "Xiaoxiao, do you know this teacher?"

"He is not a teacher at all, he is my dad, shhh, don't say anything." Zhao Xiaoxiao replied quietly.

"Wow! Xiaoxiao, your father is so handsome! Xiaolei and these guys still say that you don't have a father every day. It really is nonsense." Tian Yucheng said in surprise.

Zhao Xiaoxiao raised her head proudly, and said: "That's, my dad is super handsome, so he looks like their dad. They are all middle-aged beer belly men, so ugly~"

"Hey, luckily my father is not a beer belly."

"Your dad is a world champion, and he is also handsome, not bad, not bad." Zhao Xiaoxiao seemed to have gotten a treasure worthy of showing off all over the world.

"I think your father is much more handsome than my father." Tian Yucheng replied straightforwardly. I don't know what her father would think about it...

When Jiang Siming was about to leave, he was stopped by the female teacher.

"This male teacher, since you also teach piano, can you please play a live song? If you can't play it, it means you are not a piano teacher. I will doubt your identity. I can only ask the security to handle it. "The female teacher stood in front of Jiang Siming, graceful and precise.

In the face of student safety issues, she is obliged to, and will never let any stranger roam around the school.

"Well... well, I'll just play it." Jiang Siming was helpless. If he didn't agree, the teacher would definitely call the security guard immediately.

In order not to be taken away by school security, Jiang Siming chose to compromise.

Fortunately, brother has piano skills, otherwise it would be hard to escape today.

Going straight to an empty piano, Jiang Siming's palm slid freely on the keys, making him confident.

Sitting on the piano chair, Jiang Siming's temperament suddenly changed!

In addition to this skillful audition, a trace of trust flashed in the eyes of the female teacher behind him, and this person seemed to really know how to play the piano.

The children in the classroom also crowded around Jiang Siming curiously.

Zhao Xiaoxiao leaned on the edge of the piano and blinked at him grinningly. Jiang Siming returned a look and returned his attention to the keys.

"What does this teacher want to hear?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.

"The third piano concerto, can you play it?" The female teacher deliberately reported a very difficult piece in a piano repertoire.

This piece is extremely difficult, even someone who has passed the tenth piano level may not be able to play it.

She could, but it was very difficult to play, and it would be intermittent. Once she played, she would sweat all over, and she would not be able to play the charm and temperament of this song.

She doesn't believe that Jiang Siming will be, she thinks the other party will be very embarrassed, and then she will change to a slightly simpler one.

But Jiang Siming didn't refuse, he nodded calmly, and then turned to face the keyboard again.

The female teacher was shocked, this guy actually agreed, he wants to play the third piano concerto?

Then, the sound of the piano temporarily pulled her back from the daze.

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