"As long as you’ve decided, that’s good." Bertrand finally felt relieved, "I’ll head back to France first. I’ll be preparing for a first piano recital in Hua Country, so you don’t need to worry. In the meantime, practice the piano more, and I’ll arrange for you to go on stage when the time comes."
"Teacher, isn’t this inappropriate?" Lu Xingzhi felt that she wasn’t qualified enough for her teacher to pave the way for her like that.
"Of course it’s not ideal, so tomorrow I’m going to come see you and have you play a piece on the piano for me. If you’re qualified, then I’ll arrange for you to go on stage." Bertrand still trusts Lu Xingzhi; his student is the most spiritually gifted person he’s ever met.
"Teacher..." Lu Xingzhi didn’t even know what to say; if Bertrand wanted to test her, she was willing.
"Don’t overthink it. Even though I’m your teacher, you still need to meet the requirements. If you don’t meet my standards, I won’t let you go on stage." Bertrand intentionally said this with firmness.
He somewhat understood the things Lu Xingzhi has been through these past few years.
He knew more about the Huo Family, which, in Hua Country, might hold a status similar to their Bernard family. Lu Xingzhi had no background, and as her teacher, there’s an old saying in Hua Country: ’Once a teacher, forever a father.’
He had to do something for her.
Also, let those people know that she has his support.
The Bernard family would be her backing.
"Teacher, I understand." Lu Xingzhi was not someone who didn’t appreciate kindness, Bertrand was treating her so well, she couldn’t humiliate her teacher.
"That’s good. Get ready!"
After hanging up the phone, Lu Xingzhi returned to the dormitory. Upon seeing her, Ke Yanchu joked, "Little Zhi Liao, how come I notice that you’ve become busy? Are you secretly planning something big?"
"I suppose so!" Going on stage at Bertrand’s recital is indeed a big deal.
"What is it?" Ke Yanchu climbed down from the bed, "Is it that you’ve been invited to someone’s concert again?"
"Is it my God this time?" Xiong Yali’s gossip radar sparked; her God was Huo Jinyan, and she hoped dearly to have a signed photo of him.
"It’s not your God, nor someone’s concert invite. But as for Huo Jinyan’s signed photo, I’ll bring you one when the time comes." Lu Xingzhi thought since she was leaving soon, she might as well do them a little favor.
"Really?" Xiong Yali jumped straight out of bed; this was the advantage of having long legs. She was over 170 cm tall and jumped down effortlessly.
"Yes." This was something she could manage. "It’s just that I can happen to get his and Helian Yi’s signed photos."
"I’m so happy. Among the two you happen to get, one is my God." Xiong Yali gave Lu Xingzhi a hug, "Little Zhi Liao, I must treat you to a meal."
"There’s no need for that. It’s not an effort for me." Lu Xingzhi then looked at Liu Bailu, "Bailu, you don’t have a favorite idol, do you? You like Eric’s poetry, right? Here, I’m giving this to you, hope you won’t refuse."
Lu Xingzhi took a poetry collection out of the cabinet, "You’re practicing English now, and this is all in English too."
"No, no, Little Zhi Liao, this is too precious. I heard Eric’s English poetry collection is out of print; I can’t accept this."