"Sensei Qianchuan, you sound biased.”
For Xuan Mozi's exam results, the teachers were divided into two factions:
Agree to get an A and agree to fail to get a D.
In fact, Qian Chuan did not belong to any faction. In his opinion, the examination was just a formality for Xuan Mozi.
That fellow would definitely not play by the rules. This year was only the first semester. The teachers did not understand, so they naturally did not know.
Qian Chuan knew all too well that this fellow had been like this since she was young. Any song that she played would be as she pleased.
However, her grandfather was very supportive of her style of expression. In his words," Art is changeable, but music must not be constrained. If the same song was played by the same person, the listeners would have different emotions. Why did they have to frame the music with a fixed mold? This was destroying music and art.”
Perhaps it was because of this that Xuan Mozi's performance skills did not improve after so many years, but his composing talent had improved greatly.
Sigh, it was already seven o'clock at night, and this group of people had been arguing since the end of the morning exam.
When Teacher Mary asked for Qian Chuan's opinion, Qian Chuan blurted out,"
“A”
Teacher Mary was one of the tutors of the piano theory class. She was a lovely old lady in her fifties. She had always believed that Xuan Mozi had unlimited potential. This potential was free, unrestrained, and could not be restrained.
The D faction immediately refuted him, saying that he was biased.
Teacher Mary knocked on the table.
" If you say that Teacher Qian Chuan is biased, then this old woman is also biased. I will insist on A. If you are not convinced, then we will fight to the death. Hmph!”
A teacher from D School even said,
"Is Sensei Qianchuan's thinking really objective? Did he not have any selfish thoughts? The news of you and Xuan Mozi in the piano room has already spread throughout the entire school. I reckon that people from other schools have also heard the rumors.”
Teacher Mary waved her pointer
"Teacher Bei Yi, you're being too rude. Is this what a teacher should say?”
Qianchuan lit a cigarette
"Then I'll tell you honestly, Teacher Bei Yi, I do have selfish motives.”
Everyone was in an uproar. Teacher Mary whispered,
"Sensei Qianchuan, you can't say that out of anger.”
Qian Chuan nodded at her.
" Don't worry, Teacher Mary."
He looked at Bei Yi.
"My only selfishness is that I don't want the flowers that could have bloomed to their hearts 'content. Rei died in my hands."
As soon as he said that, Teacher Mary nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, that's it."
Qian Chuan puffs out smoke
"I just turned a deaf ear to the rumors. I dared to do that in public, so I wasn't afraid of rumors. Love was beautiful and pure. Only people with ulterior motives would splash dirty water on beautiful things. Love is the source of artistic inspiration, the driving force of creation, and it infuses life and excitement into art. Love. If you can't feel the heartbeat of love, how can you touch the soul of art?”
"Well said!"
Mary was the first to clap.
"Yes, you're right."
Bei Yi sniffled.
"Nonsense."
Qianchuan flicked the cigarette ash.
"It's not a good idea to keep being in a stalemate. Why don't we think of another idea?”
Teacher Mary quickly asked,
"What do you think, Sensei Qianchuan?”
Qian Chuan leaned back in his chair.
" The Happy Cup is about to begin. The theme this time will be 'creation'. If Xuan Mozi's music can pass the preliminary examination, she will be given an A. If she can't pass, it's up to you. D.”
Bei Yi immediately agreed.
"Alright, it's settled then."
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