louisehourcade Chapter 139 Teacher: I can't teach this child, let your dad take me as his apprentice.
Chapter 139 Teacher: I can't teach this child, let your dad take me as his apprentice.
Professor Liu stared at Lin Zhou, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
In that instant, he felt as if a towering mountain had risen from the ground, crushing his pride and arrogance to dust. What Curtis Visiting Professor, what a national authority—compared to that miraculous performance of "The Bell," they were like a toddler mocking a 100-meter sprinter.
Suddenly, the professor, who was over sixty years old, stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor with a sharp "screech".
Ignoring the red mark on the back of his hand from the burn, he bowed deeply to Lin Zhou, who was about to grab some oranges.
Ninety degrees.
It couldn't be more perfect.
"Master! I was blind!"
Professor Liu's voice trembled, a mixture of excitement and shame after witnessing a miracle.
"I was so rude just now! Your hands... these hands aren't for cooking, they're clearly works of art kissed by God!"
Lin Zhou was startled by this unexpected gift, and the orange in his hand almost rolled to the ground. He quickly stepped aside, looking both amused and exasperated.
"Oh, oh, sir, please don't do this, you're making me feel so bad."
"We're just having a friendly spar, no need to make it sound like we're getting married."
"No! You deserve this bow!"
Professor Liu straightened up, his once cloudy old eyes now shining brightly. He gripped Lin Zhou's wrist tightly, as if afraid that this true god in front of him would run away.
"Did you use a wrist flick to counteract the inertia in that octave jump just now? And how did you manage to make that finger tremolo so clear and without any extraneous noise? Is it the legendary 'ghost fire touch technique'?"
Lin Zhou was a little dizzy from being shaken by him, so he could only make up something on the spot.
"It's not that complicated, it's just like cutting potato shreds."
"Slice potatoes into shreds?" Professor Liu was stunned.
"That's right. The wrist should be relaxed, and the force should be crisp. It's all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. With a clear mind, the knife moves as you please, and the piano keys become just like a chopping board."
Professor Liu murmured thoughtfully, "Piano keys are like chopping boards... The greatest truths are the simplest, the greatest truths are the simplest! I've studied this my whole life, yet I don't understand it as well as the principle of chopping vegetables!"
Just then, the kitchen sliding door opened.
Su Qingge came out carrying a plate of sliced fruit. She had deliberately chosen the most expensive imported cherries, and wore the kind of professional fake smile that she had to put on for the sake of her child. In her mind, she was still calculating how she should smooth things over if Professor Liu lost his temper.
"Professor Liu, please try this, it's freshly made..."
Before she could finish speaking, she froze on the spot.
I almost dropped the fruit platter in my hand.
Professor Liu, who was usually arrogant and even respected by the TV station director, was now standing in front of Lin Zhou with a slight bow, looking like a humble student seeking knowledge, his face full of piety and fervor.
Meanwhile, her husband, who only knew how to cook and take care of the kids, was sitting casually on the piano bench, legs crossed, peeling oranges and pointing at Professor Liu.
"You can't be too rigid in using that pedal. You have to follow your emotions, like adding salt when cooking, just the right amount."
"Yes, yes, yes! The master is right! I was too dogmatic before!"
Professor Liu nodded vigorously while frantically taking notes from his notebook.
Su Qingge: "..."
Who am I? Where am I? Has the world gone mad?
"Qingge, what are you standing there for?"
Lin Zhou, with his sharp eyes, spotted his wife standing dumbfounded at the door and waved with a smile.
"Professor Liu said he will no longer teach Nuonuo."
"Huh?" Su Qingge snapped out of her daze, her heart sinking. "Is it because Nuonuo isn't talented? Professor Liu, the child is still young; as long as she's willing to practice..."
"No! Miss Su, you've misunderstood!"
Professor Liu suddenly turned around, his expression frighteningly serious.
"Whether your daughter is talented or not is no longer important. With a father like Master Lin, how could I possibly have the face to teach her?"
"If I were to teach it, it would be like showing off my limited skills before an expert, misleading and hindering students!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Zhou, his eyes filled with eager longing.
"Master Lin, since you don't take on any apprentices, then... could I visit you occasionally? I won't disturb your cooking; I can just watch you practice the zither. Even a word or two of guidance would be incredibly helpful!"
Seeing that the old man was talking more and more outrageous, Lin Zhou quickly stood up and began to see the guest out.
"No, no, Professor Liu, this is just a hobby of mine. I have to take care of my child all the time, so I really don't have time."
"Take care on your journey, and be careful on the road. I won't see you off."
After finally seeing Professor Liu, who kept turning back to look at him, off to the door, Lin Zhou had just closed the door when he turned around and felt two chilly gazes pressed against his face.
Su Qingge leaned against the entryway cabinet with her arms crossed, her eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Hobbies?"
"You learned it by watching videos?"
She approached step by step, the sound of her high heels on the floor like a countdown to an interrogation.
"Lin Zhou, do you think I'm stupid? You think you can deduce a master level from watching videos? Even Professor Liu wants to become your apprentice?"
Lin Zhou was cornered, with nowhere to retreat.
At this point, the only option left is to resort to the ultimate move of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".
He blinked and spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
"Honey, this is just talent, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Just like some people are born to swim and some are born to have no sense of direction, I have a strange affinity for these black and white keys. As soon as I put my hand on them, they start moving on their own."
"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."
Su Qingge was amused by his shameless behavior.
She stretched out her finger and poked Lin Zhou's chest hard.
"Fine, you're gifted, huh? You just put your hand on it and it moves by itself, right?"
"Then explain to me how many more of these 'talents' you have that I'm unaware of?"
"Are you going to tell me someday that you can actually fly planes and build rockets?"
Just as Su Qingge was about to launch a new round of "torture and interrogation", her phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated.
That was a special notification sound from the kindergarten parents' group.
At this moment, this sound was like a life-saving chant.
Lin Zhou slipped out of Su Qingge's encirclement like an eel, grabbed his phone, and shouted exaggeratedly.
"Oh no! The kindergarten sent out a notice! It must be something important!"
Su Qingge was exasperated by his dramatic outbursts and could only pause the interrogation and glance at the screen.
In the group chat named "Sunflower Class Family," the teacher posted a colorful electronic invitation with several bold words that stood out:
This Friday, all kindergartens in the district will hold a joint parent-child sports day!
[To demonstrate the power of fatherly love, all dads are urged to participate! This will be a contest of true manhood!]
Lin Zhou looked at the screen, and the mischievous smile that hadn't yet faded from his lips instantly became even brighter.
"A contest of manhood?"
He stroked his chin, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Honey, it looks like the stage will once again belong to this 'gold digger' dad."