Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

Chapter 62 - 62 062 Playing With You (2)

?62: 062 Playing With You (2) 62: 062 Playing With You (2) Throughout the entire performance, Xia Ye did not look very good.

Xia Yourong felt a burst of joy in her heart; ever since Xia Ye had returned home, she had not experienced such an invigorating feeling in a long time.

In her excitement, she even accidentally played two notes wrong.

But she didn’t care; after all, no one in the audience understood anyway.

It must be said, after the brothers left Capital City, Xia Yourong grew more confident.

With the opening ceremony successfully concluded, the class teachers announced that starting next week, there would be evening study sessions, and school would end at 20:55.

The key classes were quite quiet about this, some even looking forward to the evening self-study sessions.

On the other hand, Class 19, as soon as Emperor Yang announced the news, they wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves.

They had just enjoyed the school beauty’s performance and then received such a thunderbolt from the blue.

Was this some kind of post-happiness syndrome?

Now it truly felt like a proper opening ceremony, giving off the sense that the new term had officially started.

Afterward, Emperor Yang reminded them about their homework, then let the students leave for home.

Today was the weekend, and everyone had come just for the opening ceremony.

Not being eager to leave school indicates a problem with one’s mindset.

Not long after the ceremony ended, the campus emptied out quite a bit, leaving it sparse and deserted.

Xia Ye was late because she had accompanied Tang Tianjiao back to the classroom to fetch something.

The old man in the teaching building thought she had left her books behind and was touched; although she was in a regular class, she was still working hard in secret while others rested.

However, a few minutes later, he saw her come out with the Treasured Sword.

She had left her sword in the classroom.

Her grandfather would have to check her swordsmanship tomorrow.

The two of them came out of the teaching building and happened to see the radiant Xia Yourong approaching.

She had finally been willing to take off her performance costume and changed into her usual school uniform.

In her hand, she still carried the velvet bag that contained the ancient flute.

Tang Tianjiao rolled her eyes.

Xia Yourong smiled and walked straight over to them, stopping in front of Xia Ye, “Little sister, do you think I played the flute well today?”

Tang Tianjiao poked Xia Ye’s waist; she had also seen the expression on Xia Ye’s face during the performance and was afraid that Xia Ye would say something that would make Xia Yourong even more proud.

But soon, she heard Xia Ye speak quite seriously, “The breath was unstable, the scales inaccurate, and the transitions abrupt.”

Tang Tianjiao’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as she looked at her deskmate with surprise and satisfaction.

Not bad at all.

Pretty bold.

If it were up to her, she wouldn’t be able to say anything other than ‘it was unpleasant’.

Xia Yourong was choked by her words; such sour grapes would not usually make Xia Yourong angry, but to her surprise, those three points had also been brought up by her ancient flute teacher, Mr.

Li.

Although not word for word, the meaning was nearly the same.

Xia Yourong felt an annoying itch of irritation, as if a soft spot had been prodded.

After a moment, she extended the velvet bag forward, retorting with sarcasm, “I had no idea my little sister was so knowledgeable about the ancient flute.

In that case…

why don’t you play something for me right now?

If you have talent, I’ll ask mom to sign you up for ancient flute classes too, how about that?”

As soon as Tang Tianjiao heard this, she shrugged off her hand: “Why should she play for you?

Come on, deskmate, let’s go.

Let her stay wherever it’s cool.”

After saying that, she grabbed Xia Ye’s hand and was ready to leave, but Xia Yourong’s voice followed them mockingly, “What’s wrong?

You can’t play?”

Tang Tianjiao clenched her teeth; she really wanted to slap Xia Yourong’s face, but she knew that her deskmate truly couldn’t play.

She took a couple of steps, then suddenly realized she couldn’t pull her deskmate along.

Turning around, she saw her deskmate smiling mischievously.

“I don’t really know how,” said Xia Ye, lifting her eyelids, her tone drawling, “but…

I can play along with you.”

If Jiang Yunyang were here at this moment, he would realize that he had heard this sentence before!