You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

After hearing what the other party said, Yan Yue's head drooped. She was still a burden to others.

Wen Xuyan, who has a hot temper, immediately retorted when he heard Mr. Hong say this: "Just because you're sick, you can't play the erhu?"

"She's just sick, not retarded!"

"The erhu is so light, of course she can lift it!"

Mr. Hong was even more unhappy after being insulted.

The first thing he did was to attack her gender: "Why is she, a girl, learning the erhu?"

"All the students I teach are male. She is the only one who is female or sick."

Song Buci got angry when he heard this. Gender discrimination is still prevalent in this day and age.

Her problem is that she should investigate the person's character and temper.

He invited the other party over without conducting a thorough investigation, and caused Yan Yue to be ridiculed.

"Mr. Hong, when I invited you, I told you clearly that I wanted you to teach the students. I also told you that the student you were teaching would be a girl."

"What do you mean by saying this now?" Song Buci knocked on the table and asked expressionlessly.

"Anyway, I don't teach girls." Mr. Hong immediately turned hostile. "You can ask me to teach, but I only teach boys."

After saying this, he advised her with a look of wanting the best for Song Buci: "If you're going to start a band, you'd better fire this girl. She's sick and skinny, and if she dies on the job, you'll have to pay her a huge sum of money."

Wen Xuyan was angry: "Why are you still cursing people!"

"She's already feeling miserable because of her illness, and you're still saying this in front of her. Have you ever considered her feelings?"

Song Buci stood up, looked at Mr. Hong with a strange expression and said in a strange voice, "If that's the case, then Mr. Hong, please go back. Our temple is too small to accommodate a sexist Buddha like you who looks down on patients."

Mr. Hong didn't expect that the other party would not want him to be a teacher because of this girl. He thought about the price the other party offered when they asked him to be a teacher.

He moved his butt and said impatiently: "Alright, alright, I'll teach you!"

"A sickly girl is not worth your anger."

When Song Buci decided to fire him, she had no intention of letting him stay. He disliked her members so much. If he stayed to teach Yan Yue, Yan Yue would only be bullied.

"With your attitude, I don't dare let you stay and teach my members. What if you despise her because she's a girl and don't teach her seriously, or even bully her?"

"I can't keep an eye on you all the time."

"So Mr. Hong, you can go back."

Mr. Hong didn't expect that even though he had given the other party a way out, the other party still didn't follow his words.

He stood up angrily, shook his sleeves and said, "I don't want to teach yet. Even if you beg me later, I won't come."

After saying that, he took his crutches and left the office.

As soon as he left, Song Buci also sat down. Yan Yue spoke at this time: "I'm sorry, because I made you quarrel."

"He has problems with his thinking, and his ideas don't align with mine." Song Buci shook his head, "It's not your fault."

"That's right, you didn't want to get sick, so it's his fault if he brings this up!" Wen Xuyan echoed, "Don't worry, it's not your fault."

The teacher has left, so just go straight to class.

As the leader of the orchestra, Song Buci had no choice but to shoulder this heavy responsibility.

"You two go practice first. I'll check in two hours." After saying that, she turned her gaze to Yan Yue again, "If you feel tired, rest. Your health is the most important thing."

"it is good."

After responding, the two of them went into the practice room, and Song Buci turned on the computer and started looking for a new teacher.

She only knows how to play the piano, and she doesn't know how to play the violin or erhu.

We still need to find professional teachers to guide them.

However, Wen Xuyan already has a professional teacher to teach him, so he doesn't need to look for a violin teacher. The most important person at the moment is an erhu teacher.

After contacting several teachers and calling them to ask, Song Buci found out that they all refused with various reasons.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song, I have a student to teach here, so I really can't leave."

"Okay." Song Buci didn't try to persuade him to stay, and just hung up the phone after agreeing.

After hanging up, she stood by the window and looked at the tall buildings outside, with disdain showing on Song Buci's face.

Do you really think that doing this will make her regret it?

So possible!

If men don’t want to come, there are still female teachers!

Song Buci continued to search, but there were very few women playing the erhu.

I found a suitable one, but when I checked, I found out that the other person had been dead for two or three years.

Song Buci continued to look for it, and her efforts paid off, and she finally found it.

A forty-year-old music teacher teaches erhu at a university.

After finding the other party's phone number, Song Buci immediately dialed it.

"Hello, who is this?" A gentle voice sounded from the other end, and Song Buci was very satisfied listening to it.

His voice is gentle, so he will be gentle to his students.

"Hello, I'm the leader of the Phoenix Band and I'd like to hire you to teach my members."

"I wonder if you're free?" Song Buci added, "The salary will be twice the market price!"

The female teacher on the other end of the phone was silent for a while after hearing this. Song Buci felt uneasy because he didn't get a definite answer from the other party.

"How many people do you want me to teach?" the female teacher asked.

Song Buci quickly said, "Teach a female member, but she is sick, so the practice time may be shorter."

"it is good."

After the other party agreed, Song Buci was extremely excited.

The two parties added each other on WeChat, and Song Buci chatted with her and became more determined to get this teacher.

The other party had already resigned from the school and now had plenty of time to teach students.

After solving the teacher's problem, Song Buci was in a particularly good mood.

Being in a good mood, she took out her phone and started to see how they were practicing.

Wen Xuyan was now playing his violin very seriously at the music score.

Song Buci saw it and nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad.

When it came to Yan Yue, she was sitting in a wheelchair, pulling with her hands and then stopping.

There was a mobile phone placed in front of her, and on the phone was an old man playing the erhu.

Because of the sound insulation, Song Buci could not hear what the old man said.

Both of them were practicing hard, and Song Buci felt that he couldn't fall behind.

After watching it, Song Buci walked into his piano practice room, closed the door, and started practicing.

The three of them studied immersively until they got hungry in the afternoon.

Wen Xuyan glanced at the time and cried out, "Oh no."

“It’s almost time to finish eating!”

He quickly dropped his violin and left the practice room, then walked to his schoolbag and rummaged through it.

After taking out all the medicines one by one, he knocked on the door, "Yan Yue."

Maybe the sound insulation was too good and the people inside didn't hear it.

When he knocked on the door, Song Buci also came out. After seeing him knock on the door, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Hearing that it was Yan Yue who was going to take medicine, Song Buci looked at the Chinese medicine in his hand.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind.