In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

If the daughter won't go, the mother will!

Watch how Mom sets a good example for you!

Yoko immediately went to greet him, calling out affectionately in a drawn-out tone, "Chiya-kun~".

To Kazusa's astonishment, her mother actually gave her a hug.

After the hug ended, she held his hand affectionately and spoke to him with warm eyes.

But my own mother still has a radiant face that makes it impossible to guess her age!

These two standing together... actually don't look out of place at all!

Kazusa watched from the side, her eyelids twitching, a strange sense of displeasure and embarrassment rising to her head!

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she strode over and forcefully squeezed the two people apart.

Yao Zi chuckled, in a great mood: "Alright, alright, let's not waste any more time here. The car I called is still waiting outside. Let's grab our luggage and go."

The great pianist had everything prepared well in advance.

On the bus, watching the streetscape rushing past the window, she introduced the various sights of Vienna to the two children as if they were her own treasures.

She had lived in Vienna for quite some time as a student, so she was naturally very familiar with the area.

"...Okay, we've arrived."

Yoko had the driver stop in front of a historic, neo-Baroque-style villa.

Everyone got off the car and stood in front of the magnificent building.

The pale yellow exterior walls appear warm in the sunlight, decorative plaster moldings outline an elegant silhouette, and arched windows exude a classic charm.

Although the signs of age are visible, it is still very well maintained and looks grand and imposing.

"This is the residence of my teacher, Ms. Ilsa, and from today onwards, she will also be your teacher."

Ah, it suddenly occurred to me that, in terms of our master-disciple relationship, you can all call me senior sister from now on.

As Yoko chatted and laughed, she led the two into the villa to meet their mentor, Ms. Ilsa.

Kazusa, who arrived earlier, has already met with the other party. Today, the main purpose is to introduce Minamoto Chiya.

Ms. Ilsa is an elderly woman over seventy years old. Her silver hair is neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head. Although there are signs of age on her face, her skin is well-maintained.

With sharp, bright eyes, and dressed in a well-tailored dark dress, she exuded the aura of a disciplined and rigorous artist who had long held a high position.

She gave a brief welcome to Yuan Qianye, her tone calm but polite, and then instructed the housekeeper to take him to a guest room that had been prepared in advance to rest.

Gen Chiya's guest room is located on the third floor of the villa.

The room wasn't particularly spacious, but the high ceiling made it feel open and airy.

The most striking feature is the huge floor-to-ceiling window facing the courtyard, which extends into a spacious balcony.

Above the balcony, a robust and lush European horse chestnut tree stretches its branches and leaves. Sunlight filters through the layers of leaves, casting dappled and swaying shadows on the wooden floor of the balcony, making it feel anything but cramped.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but Kazusa's room is just one wall away.

Even more coincidentally, the balconies extending from the two rooms are connected in the middle, separated only by a waist-high wrought iron railing.

This layout... is surprisingly similar to the arrangement of his room in his old home in Tokyo.

The artistic railing in the middle is so big that even a small child could easily climb over it, let alone Kazusa and Chiya, who are both tall and have long legs.

　If you have any ideas, it's just a matter of lifting your foot.

In this situation, even if the door is closed tightly, it is by no means possible to maintain absolute privacy.

For the next three months, Yuan Qianye will be staying here.

“Ms. Ilsa and the family’s nannies usually live on the first and second floors, so the third floor and the area beyond that is basically your private space.

As Yoko introduced the curtains, she spoke in a particularly veiled and ambiguous manner.

Gen Chiya subconsciously glanced at Kazusa beside her.

She had walked to the window at some point, her right hand resting lightly on the spotless upright piano in the room. With her back to him and Yoko, she seemed to be intently watching the courtyard view outside the window.

But judging from her slightly reddened ear tips and somewhat stiff back, she had clearly heard her mother's words and... felt very uncomfortable!

"And what about you, Aunt Yaozi?" Yuan Qianye asked, turning her gaze away.

"Me? I just came to see my teacher after a long time, and to help you settle in. I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon because I have other work to do."

I'm sorry I can't stay with you for too long, but you're not children anymore. I've already arranged everything for you, so I don't need to worry about the rest.

Her gaze swept over Yuan Qianye, lingering longer on her daughter.

"Thank you, Aunt Yoko." Yuan Qianye thanked her sincerely, automatically ignoring the deeper meaning in her words.

He understood it in his heart, but didn't show it.

"You still call me 'Auntie'? I've told you so many times before, call me..."

"mom!"

Kazusa spoke up to stop Yoko, who was clearly getting a little too excited.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you guys."

Yoko shrugged: "Alright, anyway, Chiyo, you must be very tired after getting off the plane. Don't think about anything right now, just rest for a while."

We'll have dinner together tonight. You and Kazusa can take this opportunity to get to know Teacher Ilsa better, and she can also help you each make your own study plans. Classes will officially begin tomorrow.

Yuan Qianye nodded, indicating that he understood.

Yoko said no more and left the room with Kazusa, who was still blushing.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

That evening, Ms. Ilsa prepared a very exquisite dinner in the dining room of her mansion for the new students who had come from afar and the old students she had not seen for a long time.

The atmosphere at the table wasn't particularly lively, but basic etiquette was maintained.

The old lady didn't say much, but simply asked Yuan Qianye some basic questions about his background and his previous exposure to classical music.

After the meal, Ms. Ilsa asked the nanny to clear the table.

He then called on Yoko, and the two of them, teacher and student, walked out of the mansion side by side, just like many years ago, and strolled slowly along the quiet red brick sidewalk under the dim streetlights.

The air in Vienna was cool in the evening, carrying the aroma of coffee mixed with the scent of roasted chestnuts wafting from a distant bakery.

"You haven't come to see this old woman for a long time, and now that you've finally come, you've suddenly dumped this trouble on me." Ms. Ilsa's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Truly, teacher, how can you say it's a hassle?"

Yoko's tone carried a hint of coquetry.

"You know Kazusa, I told you a long time ago that I would have her come over, it's just a little earlier now."

"Qianye is also a very talented and sensible child. You won't be bored for the next while."

"I hope so. Let's make it clear beforehand that I have my own rules and standards for teaching students."

"Yes, yes, it's alright. Be as strict as you want. Don't give them any special treatment because of me. Be as strict as you need to be. I wholeheartedly agree!"

"Even if they can't keep up with my teaching pace and I kick them out, don't come complaining to me. You know my temper."

"Don't worry, teacher, I understand. In fact, I hope you'll be even stricter with them. After all, jade needs to be carved to become a gem."

Ms. Ilsa stopped, turned her head, and, by the light of the streetlamp, carefully examined her most prized yet most troublesome student, before slowly saying...

"I have a feeling... you little rascal, are you up to something again?"

"Really, teacher, how could you think of me like that?"

Yoko immediately put on a wronged and innocent expression, and rubbed her head against the teacher's shoulder.

"I have no choice, I really don't have the time, and my skills are indeed limited, so I'm asking you for help, teacher!"

In front of her mentor, Yoko seemed to transform into a young girl.

In fact, given the age difference between the two, she could indeed be considered a young girl at this moment.

In the darkness of the night, the teacher and student, who were decades apart in age, walked arm in arm, their atmosphere warm and casual.

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245: I don't need to know, anyway, you're here (5k)

The next morning, Touma Yoko left quietly by herself without disturbing anyone.

Ms. Ilsa seemed to have expected this and showed no surprise.

At the breakfast table, she addressed the two young people, Touma Kazusa and Minamoto Chiya.

“Starting today, you will officially begin your studies under my guidance. I have some rules that I need to explain to you in advance. If you cannot accept them, it is best to leave now to save our time.”

"Teacher, please speak."

Not only was Gen Chiya so respectful in his response, but Kazusa also lowered her head slightly.

Having arrived a day early and heard Ms. Ilsa play live, even someone as proud as her had to admit that the teacher who taught her mother was indeed quite remarkable.

"First, you must obey me absolutely during the learning period. Questioning and discussion are only allowed in the last thirty minutes of philosophy discussion each day. During training time, I am the absolute authority."

Secondly, during training, you are prohibited from using mobile phones to access popular culture or read unrelated books. During your studies, your sight, hearing, and touch must be completely dedicated to the world of classical music, and you cannot be distracted in any way.

Thirdly, starting today, every day thereafter, unless you are sick or encounter some force majeure, you must study for at least twelve hours every day. Being tired is inevitable, pain is normal, and breakdowns are allowed, but giving up is unforgivable.

In my music room, tears can fall on the piano keys, but my fingers cannot stop until I say yes.

If you feel you can manage these three points, we can officially begin after breakfast.

Ms. Ilsa stated her requirements and rules in a calm manner.

Yuan Qianye didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Since I was the one asking for her help, there's nothing to say. The stricter she is, the more it motivates me to improve, which is good.

So he immediately nodded: "I understand, teacher, I can do it."

"Teacher, me too. I'll do whatever you say." Kazusa had no questions either.

Studying for twelve hours a day sounds exaggerated, but it's not difficult for her.

Starting from junior high school, she would practice for at least a month before each piano competition, otherwise how could she have brought back so many certificates of honor and trophies?