Almighty is a real daughter, her vest has been torn down again

Chapter 106: Wanting to take a daughter with a lot of money as a disciple

Everyone in the private room exchanged a few words before taking their seats.

Ming Qingcheng was surrounded in the middle and seemed to be the focus of the entire private room.

The topic kept revolving around the piano music played by Ming Qingcheng in the music restaurant.

After Jiang Yining listened to a few words, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He glanced at Ye Tang, his face was red, enjoying the feeling of the stars holding the moon, and he probably had no time to care about her.

He took his mobile phone and browsed the web. However, most of the people on the Internet were still browsing the news about Sheng Meilin, which seemed to be similar to what they were talking about in the private room.

The difference is that people on the Internet directly pronounce Sheng Meilin's name, but no one in the private room directly mentions Sheng Meilin's name.

At this time, Li Beiqing forced her in, and a message popped up in her motorcycle fan group of only four people.

I can still save: [Damn, I didn’t get a ticket for the exhibition game! [crying.jpg]]

Dry rice cat: [[weak.jpg]+1]

I can still save: [Those bastards from the No. [-] Middle School next door opened the trap and snatched more than a dozen tickets! 】

Ganfanmao: [Fuck them! 】

Northern Beauty: [I grabbed it, I won’t be the only one going, right?Did you agree to watch the male idol together? 】

I can still save: [I can’t get a ticket... I can’t even get a ticket to the top of the mountain... I cry like a bird! 】

Ganfanmao: [Not only can’t I grab it, I might even be shown off and ridiculed by those disgusting ghosts from No. [-] Middle School tomorrow, haha! 】

Jiang Yining remembered the roll of tickets that Jiang Yixuan threw to her, which also contained several exhibition tickets, and replied casually.

[I have it, give it to you. 】

After the message was sent out, the group was silent for a moment.

Ganfanmao: [Thank you, thank you, Dad Yining!You are my superhero!I love you forever! 】

I can still save: [I, I, I love you too! 】

In the past few years, Jiang Yixuan would prepare a ticket for her regardless of whether she would go to his games or not.

She never used it once.

In the past, his health was poor and he couldn't stand the noise on the playing field. Later, his health improved, but Jiang Yixuan had an accident, and his relationship with his family became even tighter.

She couldn't blatantly support Jiang Yixuan, so she never used the tickets he gave her.

It's good to have those tickets available.

As soon as Jiang Yining sent out "You're welcome", Li Beiqing poked her in a private message.

Northern Beauty: [The male god gave you a ticket! ?I also want!Give me!dad! 】

Jiang Yining: "..."

[I’ll give it to you tomorrow. Also, don’t call me daddy...]

Northern Beauty: [Mom! 】

Just as she was about to continue correcting Li Beiqing not to call her such a name, someone suddenly hit her arm hard. She lost her grip on the phone, hit her thigh, and then slid to the ground.

Jiang Yining looked up and saw Ye Tang's peach blossom eyes, which were similar to hers and full of displeasure.

"Sit up straight and don't play with your cell phone!"

Before she had time to say anything, there was a burst of applause in the private room.

Ming Qingcheng smiled amid the applause, nodded to everyone, then stood up and walked out, walking towards the corner of the private room.

Only then did Jiang Yining notice that there was a black grand piano placed there.

It seems that in response to everyone's request, I want to play a song.

However, there is nothing surprising.

These people were not originally curious about what kind of music Sheng Meilin heard from Ming Qingcheng, so they donated a music building.

In recent years, apart from performing at state banquets, Sheng Meilin has rarely participated in public appearances.

The last time he was active in the public eye was ten years ago.

How can everyone sit still?Ming Qingcheng sat down on the piano chair, raised his head, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Jiang Yining's face.

There was a weird pause for three or four seconds before she looked back.

Jiang Yining was looked at inexplicably. What was that look like?
Soon, she knew what it meant.

The piano sounded, and strings of notes flowed and jumped in the private room.

Jiang Yining's face gradually turned cold.

It turned out to be the case.

He burned the music score in front of her, but kept the copy.

What is the illusion that makes her think that by doing this, Quqin's ownership will change?
Jiang Yining sat there quietly and listened.

After the song was over, the whole house was silent.

Ming Qingcheng retracted his arms, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the black and white steel keys in front of him with a slight breath.

A lone round of applause broke the silence and woke the others.

Everyone followed Shen Congyin and clapped vigorously.

Ming Qingcheng stood up from his seat and bowed slightly towards the crowd.

Li Yutang, chairman of the Piano Association who was sitting next to Mrs. Zhou, applauded and asked excitedly:
"Awesome! I have never heard this piece of music before. Is it original?"

Ming Qingcheng glanced at Jiang Yining subconsciously and couldn't help but feel a little more proud when he saw her gloomy face.

This is already hers.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ming Qingcheng looked at Li Yutang with a smile.

"Yes, this is a song I composed myself. It's not very mature yet and makes everyone laugh!"

Shen Congyin put down his hand and took a few steps closer to Ming Qingcheng.

"The music is still a bit immature, but Miss Ming's talent for composing such a piece of music at a young age is amazing. She will definitely go further than me on the road to music in the future."

These words are undoubtedly Shen Congyin's recognition and highest praise for Ming Qingcheng.

There were low sighs all around for a while.

Ming Qingcheng was overjoyed, but she still maintained the most dignified and decent smile on her face.

"Thank you, Master Shen!"

Shen Congyin said with a smile: "I wonder if Miss Ming has found a mentor?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other with strange expressions.

Although he never said it out loud, everyone here knew that Ming Qingcheng wanted to become Sheng Meilin's teacher... It should be said that the people who went to the music restaurant to play that day were all going to Sheng Meilin.

It's impossible for Shen Congyin not to know.

Ming Qingcheng didn't know how to reply to him for a while, and looked at Ye Tang subconsciously, looking hesitant and confused.

Although Sheng Meilin donated the music building, he never publicly stated clearly that he would make Qingcheng his disciple.

In the past ten years, he has only had one apprentice who never appeared in public.

Whether it will be collected or not is an unknown number.

But now, a master whose strength and status is only slightly inferior to Sheng Meilin has spoken out.

It's so hard to refuse him.

It's even harder to accept him.

Ye Tang was also embarrassed by this situation.

"This……"

Shen Congyin raised his hand to stop her from answering.

"Mrs. Ming, Miss Ming is a very talented person. I said it without hiding it. I want to take the daughter of a daughter as my disciple. Of course, I know that it is very abrupt for me to propose this. You don't need to reply now. I I understand your difficulties, maybe you can go back and think about it for a few days, and then it won’t be too late to reply to me.”

He paused, then added with a smile:
"The selection for the Shencheng Music Association is about to begin. I've been quite busy these days. Maybe you can wait until the selection is over and then reply to me."

(End of this chapter)