Chapter 1187 - 797: Yin Huaiyu’s Performance, Unbearable to Listen! (Part 2)

"Huaiyu is being humble, there’s no chance of getting an easy piece in this level ten exam."

Mr. Ke laughed, and Su Xiaomeng felt a deep sense of pride for her son.

"These days, I truly thank Mr. Ke for his patient guidance. No matter how much you praise Huaiyu, he is still a child. No matter how talented, he needs continuous practice and a teacher’s instruction. Huaiyu, quickly thank Mr. Ke."

Yin Huaiyu gave Mr. Ke a faint smile, "Thank you, teacher."

This smile left Mr. Ke feeling a bit flattered and genuinely pleased, holding his own belly in gratitude.

"Mr. Ke, are you free tonight? Let’s find a place to have dinner together?"

"No need, no need, Mrs. Yin. You should take Huaiyu home to rest; it’s been a tiring day."

"Alright, then another day my husband and I will invite Mr. Ke for a meal."

"Mrs. Yin is really too kind..."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Before Mr. Ke could finish speaking, two people came running out of the examination room, one in front and one behind. The one in front was past middle age but still quick, the one behind had a cane, with somewhat messy hair, hurriedly following behind them, comically resembling Donald Duck.

Su Xiaomeng turned around, slightly surprised, to look at the two people rushing over, wearing cotton and linen clothes with vertical buttons in the middle.

"Mr. Zhou Guangren?"

Su Xiaomeng didn’t recognize the newcomers, but Mr. Ke was familiar with them.

Huang Huang whispered to Su Xiaomeng, "He’s the examiner from the test just now."

Su Xiaomeng let out a sound of understanding.

"It’s little friend Yin Huaiyu, right? I am the examiner Guan Su, and this is...your mother?"

Yin Huaiyu nodded, "Yes, my mom."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Yin." Guan Su quickly reached out to shake hands with Su Xiaomeng, as the panting Mr. Zhou Guangren, resembling Donald Duck, approached, clutching his chest, saying, "Ah, little friend Huaiyu! You walk too fast..."

"Teacher, this is little friend Yin Huaiyu’s mom, Mrs. Yin, and little friend Huaiyu. This is Mr. Zhou Guangren, China’s most senior piano educator, seventy-two years old."

"Wow, Mr. Zhou is so energetic at such an advanced age!"

Su Xiaomeng said with a smile.

"Guan Su, why do you reveal my age wherever we go! Do I look like I’m seventy-two?" Mr. Zhou raised a hand, flipped his slightly messy hair back, though it didn’t really move, but he performed the action quite perfectly. "Tsk, tsk, this little rascal’s mom is really beautiful! She looks so kind and gentle..."

The old man’s eyes turned lustful... making Su Xiaomeng’s skin crawl.

But... little rascal?!

"Are you really this little rascal’s real mom?" the old man asked again.

"Uh... yes."

"Hey, then why does this little rascal have no expression on his face? Come, give the teacher a smile!" With that, Mr. Zhou Guangren dropped his cane and started tugging at Prince Huang’s face.

"Ya, ya, ya..."

Prince Huang frowned and refused.

Su Xiaomeng stood to the side, dumbfounded, seeing Prince Huang’s face growing darker, Xiao Meng quickly stepped forward and smiled warmly at Mr. Zhou Guangren, saying, "Sir, Huaiyu indeed doesn’t like to smile... please don’t make it hard for him..."

"Hey, kids should behave like kids. Having a cold face all day long, so lifeless!"

Su Xiaomeng chuckled dryly, quickly asking the old man, "But Mr. Zhou, what exactly brought you running out here so hastily..."

"Well, I didn’t have much... it was just listening to your son play the piano just now..." Mr. Zhou said, frowning and shaking his head...

This action caused Prince Huang to follow suit with a tightened heart...

"Tsk, tsk, unbearable to the ears!"

"..."

"..."

Su Xiaomeng was taken aback, subconsciously glancing at Mr. Ke, considering that Prince Huang’s piano skills were something Mr. Ke always praised, only to find Mr. Ke looking equally puzzled...

Looking again at Prince Huang... the little guy’s usual composure and calmness were gone, his brow slightly furrowed, embarrassed...

Perhaps since he started playing piano, no one had ever critiqued him like this.

"Hiss... looking at this kid’s expression, not convinced, huh?"

Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows, smoothing the mingled black and white beard on his chin...

"I didn’t make a mistake."

Prince Huang’s nature was patient; although not convinced in his heart, he was not the kind of kid who blatantly showed arrogance. Under Mr. Zhou’s almost provocative questioning, he simply and calmly stated a fact.