Is it wrong for a tutor to correct a troubled girl?

"Hey, are you trying to discredit me by saying I'm low-level?" Lu Xingchen said unhappily. She then stopped stretching the Yan State map and said, "How about you go up and play the violin and play along with my piano?"

Lu Xingchen fell into deep thought again, which was rare.

After five seconds, he lowered his eyes and looked at her: "I don't think this is a good idea. Even students with little musical appreciation can tell that this will be a discordant performance."

Lu Xingchen hummed happily.

"What are you afraid of? I don't dislike you."

Lu Xingchen glanced at her.

"I'm saying your level isn't very good... there's still a lot of room for improvement."

Lu Xingchen: ???

"You just care about hurting me!"

Lu Xingchen was furious and was determined to kick Lu Xingchen this time.

She pulled out her foot wrapped in an ice pack and kicked it hard.

Lu Xingchen was sitting on the sofa. For a moment, he couldn't make any big movements. He could only grab her foot with his bare hands, avoiding the bruised part of her big toe.

Lu Xingchen's entire face suddenly turned red, and visible steam was coming out of her seemingly cold head. Her feet, which she had never let anyone touch, were grabbed by Lu Xingchen like this, as if they were tied up by tentacles, making her feel numb all over.

"Let go!" Lu Xingchen sniffed, completely ignoring his red cheeks, and kept struggling with his feet, throwing the cotton swab dipped in medicine at Lu Xingchen.

Lu Xingchen instinctively reached out and grabbed the object thrown to him like a basketball, which left Lu Xingchen stunned.

"Don't move. Your foot is still injured. Moving around will only make it worse." Lu Xingchen held her foot to prevent her from moving. "If you apply ice from the beginning, it will heal quickly."

"Oh..." Lu Xingchen originally wanted to scold Lu Xingchen for being such a scoundrel. Even if what he said was right, grabbing a girl's feet was not a big deal. However, the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth became soft and weak. "I know, let go of my hand, I will apply it myself!"

Her feet were ice-cold, but Lu Xingchen's hands were extremely warm. Being held by his warm hands, Lu Xingchen couldn't describe her feelings at the moment, and her body even produced strange feelings uncontrollably.

Lu Xingchen couldn't tell what she should do now. She felt that her cheeks, except for her light purple eyes, were all blushing. She didn't even need to look in the mirror to know.

She thought to herself that Lu Xingchen was such a straight man. Did he know what it meant to grab a girl's feet?

What girl wouldn't resist violently if a boy grabbed her feet?

What is the relationship if you don’t resist?

In his heart, Lu Xingchen had already killed Lu Xingchen, the straight man, a thousand times.

At this moment, the door at the entrance of the house was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Uncle Zhao, who had bought drinks, walked in.

"Miss, I've already bought the orange juice you requested, and I also bought Mr. Lu's portion as you instructed..."

Uncle Zhao's words came to an abrupt end.

No matter how long it has been since Uncle Zhao recalled this moment, his answer would always be:

At that moment, he saw the eldest lady looking at Lu Xingchen with charming eyes, and stretching out her long, straight, white legs with every frown and smile. Lu Xingchen reached out and grabbed the eldest lady's feet and played with them in his hands. The eldest lady was lying on the sofa, with a charming figure, a smile on her face, and she was looking at Lu Xingchen affectionately.

Lu Xingchen and Lu Xingchen also noticed Uncle Zhao's stunned expression, his jaw seemed to drop to the ground.

Lu Xingchen suddenly realized something. She looked very unnatural and subconsciously glanced at him to explain:

"Um, Uncle Zhao, Lu Xingchen...he was giving me a massage."

Uncle Zhao: “…”

Miss, do you think I'm blind?

30. Saxophone

At this moment, in the living room of Lu Xingchen's villa.

Lu Xingchen carefully wrapped an ice pack around his feet, while Lu Xingchen sat beside him with a serious expression, like an old monk meditating, as if what had just happened had never happened.

Uncle Zhao cast a suspicious look at Lu Xingchen. Lu Xingchen replied calmly, "Uncle Zhao, I accidentally bumped my foot just now. Lu Xingchen said he could massage it and it would feel much better, so he gave it to me."

After saying that, Lu Xingchen did not forget to give Lu Xingchen a death stare.

It's like saying, "Cooperate with me quickly. If you don't, we will both die here today."

The social kind.

Lu Xingchen noticed her gaze. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he still offered assistance at the right time, hummed, and nodded in affirmation.

Uncle Zhao felt like he could dig out a villa worth tens of millions from his feet hidden in his socks.

Miss, just because I don’t say anything doesn’t mean I’m blind.

You were signaling to others in front of me because you were afraid that I didn't know the truth. What's the difference between this and trying to cover up the truth?

"I didn't expect Mr. Lu to have such a skill. I really can't underestimate him." Although he was madly complaining in his heart, Uncle Zhao, as a servant, couldn't say anything. He could only play dumb and fool around. "But the massage and other things can be done after you're almost healed before you find a professional. For now, the most important thing is to apply an ice pack."

Lu Xingchen raised his eyes and looked at Uncle Zhao with admiration, thinking that Uncle Zhao actually had the same opinion as him.

Seeing this, Lu Xingchen rolled his eyes.

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, where are our drinks?" Lu Xingchen changed the subject.

"Miss, everything is here. The orange juice you ordered and the grape juice I bought for Mr. Lu are both here."

Uncle Zhao respectfully placed the cup of drink he had bought on the coffee table. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead but he didn't wipe it off.

He wondered if he was getting old. How could young people nowadays, who were only sixteen or seventeen years old, dare to play like this at home?

I didn’t have the conditions for this before, so I could only do my homework at home.

"I bought this for you," Lu Xingchen handed the glass of freshly squeezed grape juice to Lu Xingchen, "You should drink something cold in winter."

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Lu Xingchen thought that he actually didn’t like drinking iced drinks, but he didn’t feel it was appropriate to say this at the moment, so he thanked him and took the grape juice and started drinking it.

"So you really don't plan to perform with me at the New Year's Eve party?" Lu Xingchen deliberately emphasized the last word. She was looking forward to performing with Lu Xingchen, but she would not say it directly. It was too difficult to expect Lu Xingchen to realize it on his own.

Lu Xingchen shook his head to refuse.

"Then...what if you go on stage alone to play the violin?" Lu Xingchen suddenly thought that if Lu Xingchen was allowed to perform on stage, he would definitely have a lot more female fans, but she didn't care. She believed that no matter how many female fans there were, it would be useless because none of them could beat him.

"I don't play the violin." Lu Xingchen said.

"Tsk, alright then."

Lu Xingchen smacked his lips and was in a bad mood.

If Lu Xingchen didn't play the violin and asked him to perform on stage, he could only play the piano, but that would clash with her show.

She knew how good Lu Xingchen's performance was, and there was no doubt that he was more suitable for the closing performance than her.

But there can only be one piano performance, which means either she or him, or he or she.

Thinking of this, Lu Xingchen couldn't help but feel unhappy, so he said, "Let's leave it at that for today. I don't really feel like playing the piano. Can you go back first?"

Lu Xingchen glanced at Lu Xingchen's feet, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the words did not come out.

So he nodded, stood up and said, "Well, I won't play it today, you should have a good rest."

"Hmm~" Looking at Lu Xingchen's departing back, Lu Xingchen couldn't help but feel a little angry, thinking to himself, you stinky man, I told you to leave and you really left, and you didn't even know how to try to keep me. See if I can find ways to get you to the stage.

Thinking about how Lu Xingchen, such a faceless person, was brought onto the stage by her, Lu Xingchen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But when her smile fell into Uncle Zhao's sight, it took on a different meaning.

The grown-up young lady looked at the back of the boy of the same age, smiling coquettishly, with a curved mouth. She complained coquettishly to the boy to leave quickly, while secretly smiling and looking forward to the boy's next visit.

Uncle Zhao thought he had to report it.

Master, your little cotton-padded jacket is leaking!

……

After returning home, Lu Xingchen told Aunt Hua not to cook too much at noon. He had just drunk a full glass of grape juice and was not very hungry. Then he walked to the basement piano room at home.

After moving to Guangzhou, in order to make his mother happy, his "father" built a piano room for him at home, and the room was much larger than the one in Lu Xingchen's home.

It is not appropriate to describe it as a practice room. It should be called a professional recording studio with all kinds of musical instruments.

Basically, any musical instrument he gets his hands on is the best on the market.

Even though he never played it once.

After confirming with Aunt Hua and finding out that his mother would not be home before dinner, he walked down the stairs and came to the basement recording studio.

Lu Xingchen glanced at the musical instruments around him, and finally took out the saxophone from among the many instruments.

He just said that he would not play with Lu Xingchen on stage, nor would he perform the violin, but he did not say that he would not play other instruments.

Although Lu Xingchen's saxophone skills were not very proficient, he had attended many concerts, and the images of saxophone performances kept flashing through his mind. Although he did not spend too much time on it, he could still find some performance images.

Although he was a little clumsy when he started playing, like a beginner, he had a good musical talent. In just ten minutes, he was able to play a decent tune.

His level may not be as good as Lu Xingchen's current violin playing level, but he still has plenty of time. He believes that as long as he is willing to practice, he will be able to catch up with the New Year's Eve party.

After all, he doesn't have to study much.

Lu Xingchen took out his mobile phone and looked through some saxophone teaching videos. Nowadays, many musical instruments have introductory teaching videos, and even advanced videos can be found, which is very convenient.

By nearly five in the afternoon, Lu Xingchen was already able to play a complete piece of music.

Even though he only knew this one song, this one song was enough for him to perform on stage.

He planned to practice one last time before five o'clock.

After playing a song in its entirety, Lu Xingchen finally put down the saxophone.

But at this moment, his keen perception as a guard on the basketball team allowed him to sense that there was someone standing outside the recording studio.

He immediately turned his head to look over, only to find that his mother and three mothers who were once beautiful and well-known throughout the city, and who were now aunts, were hiding behind the door.

The beautiful aunts had no intention of avoiding him at all. They wore short tops and short skirts, stretched out their legs and twisted their waists.

If an outsider saw this scene, his eyes would probably pop out.

But for Lu Xingchen, the fact that these beautiful women still retain their charm is not the key point.

The key point is that the beautiful aunts were holding mobile phones in their hands and recording videos.

Lu Xingchen was suddenly petrified.

31. Before the Party

The air was quiet for a moment.

But it was only for a moment, and the beautiful aunts seemed to have no idea what embarrassment was, and started dancing with joy.

"Oh, Xingchen is so handsome. Come here, take a photo with your aunt and pose!" Aunt Shu Xin said happily.

"No need to pose for it. You can take pictures if you want, but we'll post them after the New Year's Eve party," Lu Xingchen said. "At least don't let anyone know now."

"Is Xingchen having some big secret?" The aunties all had starry eyes, as if they had caught some gossip. "He specifically prayed for us not to post it. Could it be that Xingchen was planning to secretly perform for some girl?"

Lu Xingchen's face froze for a moment. He has never been good at dealing with his mother's sisters.

I don't know why, but they always know what I want to do.

"Not really..." Lu Xingchen hesitated for a moment and replied, "I want to wait until my skills are better before showing them to others."

Performing at the New Year’s Eve party shouldn’t be considered “secret”, right?

At least Lu Xingchen felt that he was not lying.

"What's the big deal?" Auntie Keke laughed slyly. She came forward and said, "Those little girls wouldn't care so much. Xingchen, your looks are enough to gain fans for the aunties~"

"Or, Xingchen, do you have any reason to delay~"

Lu Xingchen looked embarrassed and looked at his mother as if asking for help.

The mother, with whom she had a deep affection for Lu Xingchen for more than ten years, was stunned for a moment after meeting Lu Xingchen's gaze, and then she reacted.

She gave Lu Xingchen a thumbs up, then reached out and patted Lu Xingchen on the shoulder.

A smile bloomed on her budding cheeks, and her beautiful eyes looked at Lu Xingchen.

"So, dear son, where is he? When will you bring him home?"

Lu Xingchen's eyes went dark and he felt like he was about to faint. His beautiful 35-year-old mother jumped up, ruffled his hair with her hands, and gave him a big kiss on the face.

"Hurry up and tell me the truth."