Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 442 - Was This Qiao Nian Venomous?



Chapter 442: Was This Qiao Nian Venomous?

So smug?

Master Nie invited her, and she actually said that she could have it on paper but might not have the time to learn it?

Everyone had the same thought: This Qiao Nian is too arrogant!

Only Nie Mi was used to this attitude of hers and did not mind it. He laughed it off. “Sure. If you’re willing to put it down on paper, you’ll eventually find the time for it.”

Qiao Nian couldn’t beat him to it. She pulled her cap down slightly to hide her frustration and said, “Up to you.”

“That’s it, then. You’ll take a minor in Music, and I’ll coach you personally.” Nie Mi was just waiting for her to say that. He was afraid that she’d change her mind later and couldn’t wait to set it in stone. He quickly got the music teacher to note it down. It was as if he was learning Music from Qiao Nian and not the other way round.

This huge imbalance shocked everyone.

Liang Lu was practically having a facial spasm while stuck in a daze. She looked at the two nationally-revered elderly, unable to understand what was going on.

Was this Qiao Nian venomous or something?

Qiao Chen walked around dejectedly on the campus. Fu Ge and his classmates were waiting outside. When Qiao Chen emerged, a smile appeared on Fu Ge’s handsome face, and he quickened her pace towards her.

He was tall and his strides were wide, so he got to her soon enough. He lowered his head and looked at her gently. “How was it?”

Qiao Chen was wearing a long dress with a floral scarf, looking innocent and refreshing. It enhanced her gentle aura and beauty, making her appear more adorable. Since her face was fair and her complexion good, the dress enhanced her looks further. She blinked sadly and said, “Master Nie didn’t listen to the song I prepared.”

Fu Ge was slightly stunned but not exactly surprised. He comforted her. “Don’t think too much about it. Just because Master Nie didn’t listen to your song does not mean that he doesn’t like you. He’s just unwilling to take in any students.”

Qiao Chen bit her lip and felt that it wasn’t the case. Distracted, she asked, “Is that the case?”

If Master Nie was really unwilling to take in any students, why did he turn up for the enrolment interview this time? His presence meant that he had the intention to take in students.

Since he was unwilling to listen to her CD, it just meant that he wasn’t interested in her!

Qiao Chen felt awful, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out how anyone in the 30-odd people could be more qualified and talented than her, and who would interest Master Nie.

Fu Ge’s friends gathered around and listened to their conversation. One of them patted Qiao Chen on the shoulder and said cheerfully, “Junior, your boyfriend isn’t kidding you. Everyone in Qing University knows that Master Nie’s position in the Music Faculty is just honorary, he doesn’t actually take in any students. It’s normal that he isn’t taking you in. In fact, we’d be shocked if he did accept you.”

With that, he nudged the boy beside him to confirm. “Right, Ziyu?”

“Oh.” Wen Ziyu wasn’t paying attention to Qiao Chen. He didn’t even glance at her. He’d only responded intuitively when he was nudged, but he actually had no idea what they were saying.

Fu Ge didn’t bother about them. His focus was still on his girlfriend. His eyes softened as he asked thoughtfully, “Let’s not talk about Master Nie for now. Since you’ve had the chance to encounter Master Nie, you might have a chance to be his disciple in the future, even if not now. Let’s talk about your interview first. Do you think you made it?”

Qiao Chen remembered seeing the music teacher put a mark on her name during the interview. She knew full well.

On that note, she felt a bit better and finally smiled. She lowered her head shyly and said, “I think I made it. The teacher put a circle around my name. Brother Fu, does this mean I’ve made it?”


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