Chu Yang took the phone and saw an unfamiliar number on it.

"Hey? Who?" Chu Yang asked directly after answering the phone.

"Chu Yang? I am Tang Hong who talked to you at Litong Art School yesterday. Do you still remember me?" A soft and magnetic female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, it's Mr. Tang, is there anything wrong?" Chu Yang immediately recalled when he heard the other party's introduction. He pointed at her daughter casually. After that, the daughter asked him to be an assistant teacher for the little girl, but he refused. But to be honest, Chu Yang had a good impression of the little girl. A song was practiced in fifteen minutes. Although it was due to Chu Yang's proper teaching method, the little girl's basic skills were also solid and her posture was very standardized.

"That's right. I want to talk to you about what I told you last time to be a piano teacher for my daughter. I want to talk to you again. I wonder if you are free now?" Tang Hong said on the other end of the phone.

"Hasn't I said this already? I'm not a good teacher assistant, and the teacher can also consider it." Chu Yang said casually.

"Well, I know this. Can we have a good talk when we meet? After all, changing the teacher for the child is also a big deal, and I also need to know you well, right?" Tang Hong said with a smile.

After hearing Tang Hong's words, Chu Yang hesitated for a moment, and thought about it and agreed. Hearing Tang Hong's tone, it seemed that he no longer insisted on being a teacher only. Since that was the case, it seemed like a good thing to be a teacher for that little girl. After all, for himself, the process of teaching students is also the process of consolidating his basic knowledge of piano. Since he gave lectures to this little girl yesterday, Chu Yang felt the benefits of this teaching to him.

With his current level, it is definitely more than enough to be a teacher for a beginner piano student. Although Chu Yang does not even have a grading certificate, his current piano attainments are already considered top-notch among amateur players. Even compared with those professional students, he will not give in too much!

"Okay. Where will we meet?" Chu Yang asked.

"The eastern section of Qinhai Street, Tang Dynasty Cafe." Tang Hong said simply on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, I'll go there now." Chu Yang looked at the watch. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Nearly twenty hours have passed since he and Dong Tao were injured when they got injured. Although the temporary "Bone Radish Paste" lacked enough wild ginseng, and only artificially grown ginseng is used. The efficacy of Chu Yang himself has to be reduced, but the physique of a cultivator himself is also stronger than that of ordinary people. He has strong self-healing ability. After such a long period of rest, he has been mostly cured, which does not hinder normal actions.

When he went out to take a taxi, Chu Yang secretly hated Dong Tao. He had not received enough to get a good car. It was just scrapped. Before the new car had time to go through the procedures and insurance, he was probably going to be in vain. Fortunately, he got some money from Dong Tao and Xie Dajiang, which was more than enough to compensate him for this car.

The name of the Tang Dynasty cafe is very personal. The collision of ancient Chinese culture and Western elements makes people feel a strong sense of freshness. Chu Yang got off the car and looked at the cafe. The exterior decoration also gave him this feeling. The decoration with the main color of the wood, retro and modern elements are cleverly combined, making the cafe look full of personality.

When he walked into the cafe, Chu Yang looked around and couldn't help but admire the unique ingenuity of the cafe. The seemingly randomly placed booths seemed to be arranged in an orderly manner, casually but not messy, and the several landscape paintings hanging on the walls filled the entire cafe with a relaxed and freehand flavor.

"Hello, is it Mr. Chu Yang?" As soon as Chu Yang walked into the cafe, a male waiter came up and asked him politely.

"I am, do you know me?" Chu Yang looked at the waiter with some confusion.

"Mr. Tang has instructed you to go to the second floor to dream back to the Tang private room on the second floor. Please come with me." The waiter nodded politely to Chu Yang, not explaining why he knew him, but after confirming Chu Yang's identity, he led him to the second floor directly.

"Interesting!" Chu Yang followed the waiter to the second floor, and secretly became more curious about this mysterious Mr. Tang.

The second floor is obviously a VIP area for entertaining some VIP guests. When Chu Yang came up, he saw the waiter explaining a few words to two people standing at the stairs, and then he was released.

"Mr. Chu Yang, Mr. Tang is waiting for you inside, please." The waiter led Chu Yang to a private room located in the innermost part of the corridor. On the thick solid wood door, the four-character "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" were cut by the knife and axe, with extraordinary momentum.

After knocking on the door twice, Chu Yang heard a somewhat lazy female voice coming from inside.

"Please come in."

After pushing open the door, Chu Yang saw Tang Hong sitting behind a sophisticated solid wood Eight Immortals table. On the table was a beautiful set of purple clay tea sets. In the smoke, Tang Hong was concentrating on playing with the tea art.

Seeing Chu Yang coming in, Tang Hong nodded and smiled at him, then reached out to signal him to sit down opposite him.

"Come on, how about my skills? This is the new tea this year, Longjing in front of the rain." Tang Hong held a cup of crystal clear tea in her hands and handed it to Chu Yang.

Chu Yang took the tea, put it gently to his nose and sniffed it. A faint fragrance scent made people feel refreshed. He took a sip and it smelled sweet and refreshing. It was a very long aftertaste, but it was the best good tea.

Putting down the tea, Chu Yang laughed and said, "Mr. Tang's hobby is special. Drinking tea in the cafe is unique."

When Tang Hong heard Chu Yang's joke, he didn't care, but just smiled and said, "What do you think of here?"

"It's not bad. Although I feel that the word "Dang Tang" and coffee are put together, I always feel a little uncomfortable, but the layout here is unique and exquisite, and I can tell that I have put some thoughts on it." Chu Yang nodded and affirmed.

"You're so funny when you're doing something." Tang Hong said with a smile.

"Oh? This is your property, Mr. Tang?" Chu Yang asked curiously.

"On a whim, I started a small business, which is convenient for some friends to come and talk about things. Well, if we don't talk about this, let's talk about the piano." Tang Hong said, and stood up to signal Chu Yang to follow her. The two of them walked out of the private room, but went straight to the third floor.

The layout of the third floor is different from the second floor. There is no private room on the entire third floor, and it is arranged into a small performing arts hall. There is a prominent square stage in the innermost part, with a small white grand piano on it, and there are also some violins, guitars and other musical instruments in the corner.

Several scattered teahouses are placed under the stage, looking casual and comfortable. Obviously this is not a public performance occasion, but it looks more like a private gathering place.

When Chu Yang followed Tang Hong over, he unexpectedly found two other people here. One of them was a foreigner with a high nose and blue eyes. It was the foreign teacher Toroevsky he had seen before at the Liton Pianist Store, and the other was his female translator.

Seeing Chu Yang coming, a look of unfriendly flashed in Toroevsky's eyes, as if he was hostile and as if he was contemptuous.

"Mr. Tang, what do you mean?" Chu Yang was a little unhappy when he saw Toroevsky. He didn't know what Tang Hong wanted to call him and this foreigner together. However, since this person was her daughter's piano teacher, and the purpose of coming here today was to become the teacher of the little girl. The so-called companions were enemies, Chu Yang was certainly a little unhappy with this scene.

"Sorry, Chu Yang, please forgive me for not telling me in advance. This is the case. I changed the piano teacher to Nini and exchanged opinions with Toroevsky. He had some opinions on this and suggested that he wanted to compete with you for piano skills, so I took my own initiative and arranged for you to meet this time. I think you won't blame me." Tang Hong looked at Chu Yang apologetically and said.

Although Chu Yang felt a little unhappy, he thought that he wanted to change the piano teacher, at least he had to look at the teacher's level. This requirement was not too much. But when this foreigner came in, he looked at himself as if he was staring at the enemy, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Of course, he would not be afraid of this foreigner. Although he also knew that Tchaikovsky's Conservatory of Music was a prestigious school, a good school does not mean that the students were excellent. When Toroevsky was teaching, Chu Yang also looked at him a few times and had a general understanding of its true level. Chu Yang thought that he was not a false one.

Since he had to let his daughter change his teacher and learn piano with him, he naturally had to show some real skills. At this point, Chu Yang would not be afraid of this foreigner. However, this was the first time he participated in the matter of comparing the piano with others, so he didn't know how to compare.

"It's okay. Since I promised Mr. Tang to be a teacher for Nini, I guess you won't feel at ease if I don't show some skills, and this foreigner won't be convinced." Chu Yang said with a smile.

"Mr. Chu Yang, please speak more respectfully. This is Mr. Toroevsky, a senior piano teacher from Tchaikovsky Conservatory of Music!" When Chu Yang heard Chu Yang call Toroevsky "Grandman", the female translator reminded him with some displeasure.

"They are not in a hurry yet, why are you anxious?" Chu Yang sneered at the female translator.

"*&%&^*%&%%^?" Toroevsky looked at Chu Yang and suddenly a bunch of foreign words popped up.

"What did he say?" Chu Yang asked in confusion.

"Mr. Toroevsky asked you which music college you graduated from?" the female translator forced her to hold back her unhappy mood and translated.
Chapter completed!