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"That's right. Jiang Xianrou made a good composition this time. I thought she would be valued by Mr. Nie, but it didn't."

"Preparing for so long, it turned out that Mrs. Nie already has a student she likes, which is too embarrassing. Then what is her performance on stage just now, is she playing a monkey?"

"You can't blame Mr. Nie. They are willing to go up to play monkeys. Mr. Nie has never said that he wants to accept apprentices."

"Jiang Xianrou is ashamed this time!"

……

Whispering voices spread into the girl's ears like a curse, Jiang Xianrou's face was extremely ugly, her hands were clutching the hem of the skirt, her eyes were flushed, and her face was flushed like a pig's liver. Bowing her head, she almost didn't cry.

How could Mr. Nie have an apprentice?

She has never heard of it!

Tang Wanru reacted to her, clutching her bag tightly, stood up abruptly, ignoring the watching eyes around her, with a sullen face, she reluctantly said: "Old Nie, we have never heard of you before. There is something about the student you like, how could you suddenly..."

Seeing that it was her, Nie Mi thought of her relationship with Mr. Jiang, who was like a good friend. He was quite gentle and said patiently, "It wasn't sudden. I wanted to disclose this matter before, but I just kept talking I didn't find the right opportunity."

"At my age, it's hard enough to take care of one student. I definitely don't have the energy to take care of others."

He looked at Jiang Xianrou who was standing there at a loss. His gray hair was full of energy and his face was hale and hearty. It didn't look like he had limited energy as he said, but more like he didn't want to bring another person.

"Xianrou plays the piano well. I am not good at the piano. I will only delay her if I teach her. Well, I know several internationally famous piano masters, and some of them are also looking for good seedlings like me. .”

He looked to the side with kind eyebrows and eyes: "I remember you just told me that she passed the eighth grade of piano?"

"That's right. Miss Jiang passed the eighth level of the piano exam last year." The person beside him nodded.

"Well, that's good." Nie Mi raised his head, and looked in Jiang Xianrou's direction again: "There are not many people at your age who can pass the eighth grade of major, I will recommend you to them when the time comes, and some of them will definitely be willing to take you .”

To be honest, this result is not bad.

Nie Mi's status in the music industry has always been lofty, even in foreign countries, he is at the level of a master.

People who have come into contact with him and are called piano masters by him, no matter what, there are several brushes in the world, and it is definitely not comparable to ordinary cats and dogs.

Without his recommendation, Jiang Xianrou would definitely not be able to get in touch with him.

The other people who had laughed at Jiang Xianrou's busy work at the moment turned to envy and jealousy, and all cast their gazes in Jiang Xianrou's direction.

Jiang Xianrou's face softened a little, but her face was still as pale as paper. After all, her goal was Nie Mi, not a foreign piano master.

Foreign piano masters may not be badly famous in terms of reputation, but in China, they are not comparable to Nie Mi in terms of fame or status.

She has successfully become a top student at Tsinghua University, and she is led by Liang Lu, an authoritative neurosurgery expert in China.

If she can successfully join Nie Mi's sect again, her status in the circle will only rise and become more different.

What she wants is not simply learning the piano, but more about the people and interests involved behind learning the piano. These things cannot be made up by mere fame!