Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 222 - 221: Showcasing Talents

Chapter 222: Chapter 221: Showcasing Talents

Meng Zhaojun raised her head haughtily and puffed out her chest, her laugh filled with scorn. “Tang Shunyan, are you really asking me to leave? Would you rather have this teacher, who doesn’t understand music all that well, teach you instead of letting me tutor you?”

Meng Zhaojun was highly capable, which Tang Shunyan knew. Even with the girl’s strong abilities before him, he wasn’t willing to have her teach him music.

Moreover, the teacher was watching. What was Meng Zhaojun doing trying to undermine the teacher?

Could it be that she wanted to embarrass the teacher? Tang Shunyan didn’t want to do that. The teacher was instructing not just him but others as well. Meng Zhaojun would only spend a little time tutoring him. If it were in his own courtyard, he might be willing to listen to her.

But this was a classroom setting. Should Meng Zhaojun show even a slight disrespect to the teacher…

“Meng Zhaojun, I am currently learning the basics. Once I have a solid foundation and if you have the time, could you tutor me privately? Right now, the teacher is teaching us the basics. He might not be as skilled as you, but he is our classroom teacher.”

“If you ask me to leave, you’d better not regret it. In the future, when you want my tutoring, it won’t be so easy,” Meng Zhaojun said haughtily. At this moment, she noticed that the person who had played the piano carelessly earlier seemed to become aware of her presence. They were sporadically touching the piano keys, their gaze drifting over to them, and the teacher was also looking their way.

Mr. Mo felt rather helpless. No matter how advanced the young girl’s piano skills were, she was still disrupting his class and causing him embarrassment.

Considering she was only five or six years old, he didn’t hold it against her, but the little girl’s actions could affect his prestige in the eyes of his students.

Teaching was already difficult, and he struggled with unforeseen challenges. The future held unknown difficulties that might be exacerbated by the presence of this little girl, potentially making things even more awkward for him.

As the teacher of this classroom, he could stop this female student from causing disruptions, but he didn’t understand her status and whether his actions might offend someone. When teaching in affluent families, one must be cautious and careful.

He knew his own limitations, and the little girl wasn’t wrong in her assessment. Still, he couldn’t believe that her abilities were as high as she claimed.

As an adult, he felt indignant but didn’t want to quarrel with the little girl. He wondered, how would his student handle this?

Tang Shunyan still looked at Meng Zhaojun with determination. “Meng Zhaojun, thank you for your kindness, and I hope you’ll have the time to tutor me in the future. For now, let the teacher teach me the basics in this classroom.”

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Meng Zhaojun silently watched the young boy before her, feeling immensely irritated. She had told herself not to get upset no matter what happened, to first win over a boy’s heart.

But the boy’s rejection now wounded her adult pride, especially since it was occurring in front of many of her peers.

She was the daughter of the most noble official in the county. With so many people watching her embarrassment, Tang Shunyan’s cold rejection was cutting.

In her previous world, such an attitude would have been considered aloof and cool, but in her current environment, it seemed merciless.

Meng Zhaojun pondered but could not understand why the boy’s heart was as hard as stone.

She had tried so hard, yet the boy’s attitude towards her was poor; it was really hard to accept that he treated the girl from the Ye family differently from how he treated her.

“Tang Shunyan, can you stand up? You can’t learn properly like this. Let me play a piece for you.”

“Meng Zhaojun, you can play a piece so that everyone can learn from your skill. We have a teacher here, but if you’re free later, you can come and guide me,” Tang Shunyan replied.

Tang Shunyan felt that the young girl was so insistent on showing off her talent right there, an arrogance befitting a Miss from a wealthy family.

They had known each other for so long, and he was well aware of the girl’s character. Not allowing her to have her way this time might mean that none of the students would be able to practice in the classroom.

They had been friends for many years. Out of affection, he wished to grant her this desire but didn’t want to make things difficult for the teacher.

Even though Meng Zhaojun’s talent was unparalleled and she could showcase it in front of everyone, she didn’t have the time to teach students, nor did she have the patience to do so.

Since he was a teacher hired by their family, they were willing to show him the proper respect.

“Alright, then I’ll play a piece.”

With a haughty wave of her hand, Meng Zhaojun signaled for Tang Shunyan to rise and make way for her.

The classroom, which just moments ago was filled with sporadic learning, fell silent, as the students who had been practicing their instruments all stopped what they were doing.

The students put aside their practice and fixed their gaze on Meng Zhaojun, waiting as the audience for her performance to begin.

Mr. Mo remained silently seated by his instrument. As a teacher who guided his students through the basics, he would typically circle around each of them, but now that someone was showing off, he took it as a break from the lesson.

Meng Zhaojun paid no attention to the others in the classroom, as she fitted her fingers with plectrums and looked up at Tang Shunyan. Her hands were already on the strings, softly beginning to play.

An expert’s touch is immediately noticeable, and the quality of the sound produced reveals one’s skill.

The others in the classroom didn’t truly understand the excellence of Meng Zhaojun’s sound quality; they were just beginners, some of them yet to even establish the fundamentals. However, they thought the sound that Meng Zhaojun produced was very pleasant to the ear.

Mr. Mo, with his own musical ability, knew immediately that the young girl in front of him was more proficient at playing the instrument than he was.

He listened silently, appreciating the music, understanding that while the sound produced by her young, tender hands might not be as formidable as a master’s, it was undoubtedly superior to his own, and he was completely convinced of it.

Mrs. Mo was in another classroom, teaching music to the children. At first, she did not pay attention to the outside or the classroom next door.

The couple’s division of labor meant that they could not let each other’s lessons affect their own.

If her husband encountered some difficulties in his teaching in the past few days, he had to overcome them by himself.

Even if she was momentarily able to help, if he didn’t overcome the difficulties, then it would be hard to carry on with future lessons.

Among the many girls of the Tang family, although some had a foundation, their playing abilities were not strong, and they required careful guidance in this area.

The younger ones had no musical foundation at all and needed even more of her dedicated instruction.

So her teaching wasn’t necessarily relaxing; she had about seven or eight students in the classroom that needed to be split into two groups.

Mrs. Mo played a piece for the students, and then, as they practiced, she would give them some guidance on their techniques.

As she approached the door, the students’ chaotic piano sounds quieted down a bit, and when she heard the piano sound from next door, she was somewhat astonished.

She knew her husband’s ability to play piano; they had met in a cultured pavilion where they bonded over poetry and music.

At that time, she had been invited by some close friends to join them there.

Her husband had also entered with some others who, like him, had come to the Capital City to take exams. In such a pavilion, whether you were rich or poor, as long as you had talent, you could showcase your abilities.

With the endorsement of her close friends, she played a piece there.