The National Day holiday had unknowingly passed halfway, and Qin Mu was dragged out of bed early by her mother, who said, "A senior high school student about to face the college entrance examination, and you aren't rising early and working late, burning the midnight oil. Are you worthy of your father, the dean of instruction?"
So, under her mother's pressure, Qin Mu stayed in the study from eight in the morning until the afternoon when Su Wan's skilled piano practice from next door released her.
Su Wan had just finished playing a practice piece when she saw Qin Mu leaning against the door, munching noisily on an apple.
Su Wan casually flipped a page of the sheet music, "Done with your review?"
Qin Mu chuckled and sat down across from her, "The flower of the nation is tired and needs to relax a bit. Play me 'The Most Dazzling Folk Style'."
Su Wan didn't refuse and, after thinking about the key, played a short piece for her.
