Although the first-year high school students also knew about the midterm exam a few days ago, they had not experienced that public Q&A and there was a teaching building, so naturally they didn’t know anything else.

At most, they knew that a scholar-god of high school had a very good-looking student. They were queuing up to class 19 of high school every day.

The most popular figures in the second year of high school are naturally far from that of Ying Luwei, who has taught them several music appreciation classes.

Ying Luwei pays great attention to her image outside and markets her character with a peaceful life.

So every year, no matter how busy you are, you will bring a music class to first-year high school students when they first enter school. First, you will hold your gentle appearance in the hearts of these new students, and then maintain the frequency of one class every month.

In the second year of high school, Ying Luwei's influence was greatly reduced because of Ying Zijin.

I am preparing for the college entrance examination in my senior year and have no time to listen to any music classes.

Originally, the second-year high school students always liked Ying Luwei, but now, whether in the talent class or other classes, they no longer have the same intimacy as before.

Ying Luwei didn't expect Ying Zijin to appear here. She was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Isn't Xiaojin on the second-year high school teaching building? Why are you here?"

Ying Zijin ignored him and didn't even give him any more eyes.

"Xiao Jin, wait!" Ying Luwei would not miss this good opportunity, so she hurriedly called the girl.

As soon as she turned her eyes, she noticed Wen Tinglan and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

She seemed to have seen this young man there.

"I'll introduce it to you. This is my niece." Ying Luwei turned around and had a very good temper. "It's also your senior sister in the second year of high school. I teach her piano. If you want to listen to it in the future, you can also go to Xiaojin."

Those first-year high school students were a little unresponsive when they heard this.

"Teacher Ying, did you teach her piano?" The boy was even more upset about her. "Then I really want to know what kind of magic piano this student is playing, and he said that the teacher is trash."

From last semester to now, they have listened to Ying Luwei's five music classes.

Most students of this age have never been to a truly top piano concert, so they naturally think that Ying Luwei's piano level is at the highest level.

"Isn't there a reason why 'the younger generation is better than the younger generation'?" Ying Luwei was not angry, but just smiled, "Xiao Jin has a strong learning ability and can learn first place in the grade. The piano is better than me, a younger sister-in-law, and it's not--"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted.

"Auntie, don't call me so kindly." Xiu Yu sneered, "Why are you treating Dad Ying? We are not blind."

She pointed at Ying Luwei and said directly to the first-year high school students: "Do you Teacher Ying have done anything? She has hemophilia and has a rare blood type and cannot find the blood source. So she and her fiancé conspired to find a living blood bank."

"Here, this living blood bank is standing in front of you, if not."

Xiu Yu seemed to be smiling and mocked: "Why did I hear that Dad Ying was forced to draw blood for you? He used to be in a class and did not even have the energy to teach her the piano? You forced her to rest, right?"

"It's not just your piano trash, but you're rubbish everywhere."

“…”

The entire music classroom was silent, and the students were shocked, and more unbelievable.

The word "living blood bank" sounds cruel.

They looked at Ying Luwei with a new look that it was as if they had met her for the first time, and their enthusiasm for Ying Luwei gradually faded.

Ying Luwei never expected that such a thing would be brought up again, in front of so many students.

In front of everyone, blood in her body flowed upwards and rushed into her head, buzzing and almost unsteady.

Ying Luwei's lips trembled and her face turned pale: "You, you..."

The boy who spoke for Ying Luwei was also impacted. He pursed his lips and said tactfully: "This is just a one-sided statement of yours. How do we know the truth? Since she didn't say that Teacher Ying's piano trash? Let her come up and play it."

"If you ask, go, who are you?" Jiang Ran walked over with his trouser pocket, "It's been 2020, and he still has this kind of thinking? Could it be that I think the bread shop in Punan is unpalatable and I have to be a chef for them?"

Jiang Ran’s school bully’s title is clear, let alone the first year of high school, even in the third grade of junior high school.

The boy dared not speak now.

"Xiao Jin, my sister-in-law has apologized to you, and I can't blame me for this. Our family was too anxious at the beginning." Ying Luwei forced herself to humiliate, "It will be my concert in a few days. Can you come? My sister-in-law has prepared a seat for you, right in the first row."

As if he was waiting for this sentence, Ying Zijin stopped.

She turned her head slightly and gave a word: "Okay."

"If it doesn't work, it's not--" Ying Luwei didn't expect the girl to agree directly, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised, "Xiao Jin, have you agreed?"

Ying Zijin didn't respond anymore. She took out a bag of milk from her schoolbag and threw it to Wen Tinglan, and left.

Looking at the girl's back, Ying Luwei had an inexplicable bad premonition.

Her heart pounded, as if she had made a very wrong decision.

But after thinking about it, Ying Luwei couldn't think of anything wrong.

After being disturbed like this, she was really not in the mood to stay any longer.

After closing the piano cover, he hurriedly left with his bag.

The students in the classroom looked at each other, and their thoughts were different.

**

At eight o'clock, Lu Fang finished cleaning up a car of feces.

He didn't dare to go home like this, so he had to go to the hotel next to the school to change his clothes.

After returning to the Lu family, Lu Fang saw Lu Zhi packing her luggage.

He couldn't help but be stunned: "Sister, what are you doing?"

"I can't find a job here." Lu Zhi whispered, "I'm going to study abroad, if any school wants me."

"Sister, it's not right?" Lu Fang was confused. "Although our Lu family is not a wealthy family, we have a great family and we still need you to work."

"My own decision, Xiaofang, listen to my words." Lu Zhi pursed her lips, "No matter what she does in the future, don't mess with Ying Zijin. She is really not something you can afford."

What surprised Lu Zhi was that Lu Fang did not refute this time.

So she said something more: "If I can have a good relationship with her... forget it, it's too late."

Lu Zhi shook her head and regretted it very much.

When she first left the house with her suitcase, she received a call from Ying Luwei.

"Lu Zhi, why are you going abroad?" Ying Luwei looked surprised, "Has the Lu family forgotten your source of income again? It doesn't matter, I'm there, you can come to me."

"Ying Luwei, I've seen through your essence." Lu Zhi sneered, "You used to use me as a gun every day, which is very fun, right?"

She really believed Ying Luwei's nonsense, saying that Ying Zijin hooked up with Jiang Moyuan.

There was a story about a miracle doctor in Shaoren Hospital, and it was spread to the imperial capital.

She even got news from her mentor that the imperial capital had a priest of national medicine to come to Shanghai City just to see this miracle doctor.

People who look for miraculous doctors also have some wealthy families in the imperial capital.

Jiang Moyuan is the CEO of the Jiang Group, but the Jiang family is in the imperial capital, and even if the money is sprinkled, it will not even make a splash.

A miracle doctor of Ying Zijin's level takes action once, and that is a wealthy family.

Jiang Moyuan is worthy of it?

"Lu Zhi, what are you talking about?" Ying Luwei's heart panicked, but she quickly calmed down. She calmed down, "Okay, stop making trouble. I'll go find you tomorrow. That's it. My mother's condition still needs more dependence on you."

"I'm talking nonsense?" Lu Zhi didn't want to remind her more, and then sneered, "Ying Luwei, let me tell you, your Ying family will be waiting for the collapse!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone directly and quickly blocked Ying Luwei.

**

Chuguang Media and Universal Film Company were only a few senior executives who were filming the history of music in the 17th to 18th centuries.

Because this matter has not been settled yet, the senior officials have kept it strictly confidential.

Ying Luwei really wanted to use public opinion to let Chuguang Media give her the role of Vera Hall, but she was not sure.

If you can become the number one entertainment company in China, your background will definitely be quite good.

She thought for a while and logged into the Weibo she hadn't logged in for two months.

[@Ying Luwei v: Today is May 10th. My first concert of this year is scheduled for May 18th. At that time, I am waiting for everyone in the Shanghai City Hall, looking forward to a reunion with everyone [cute]. In order to apologize to Xiaojin, I specially invited her to attend my concert. Her piano is also very good, and she is better than her.]

Ying Luwei's fans took off nine out of ten, and the remaining one ten is the most loyal.

As soon as she posted this Weibo post, fans who had been empty for a long time all became happy.

If there is no last sentence.

[Sorry, we dare not scold our sister, for fear of being sent to the Internet, but I still have a doubt, why did she come to Luwei's concert? Can we not cause trouble? We want to watch Luwei, not you.]

[Luwei wants to play Vera Hall's "Sun and Moon" for us. What do you want to play if you don't disturb your elderly? Why, is it another song by Vera Hall, which is more difficult than "Jihad" above "Sun and Moon"? Or is there no pianist playing "The Song of the Cold and Cui" now? [Smile][Smile]]

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There are a lot of information points in each chapter, and my brother has said it several times this year's college entrance examination. It's the third year of high school, but I didn't write it wrong. You can slow down when reading it.

Ah, the climax is coming soon, and the comment section is empty after school starts.

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