Having only one day of rest per week wasn’t much, but when training truly began, Ling Momo really started to loathe it entirely!
Li Qingshen had set her schedule to wake up at five in the morning every day, to run along the mountain road for half an hour, then stand in the woods to sing opera for an hour, before returning to the villa for breakfast.
Since Li Qingshen didn’t have the habit of employing housekeepers, breakfast was Momo’s responsibility to make.
Li Qingshen had strictly limited the time for cooking and eating to one hour, so right after Momo finished her breakfast, without any time to rest, Li Qingshen would arrange piano practice, sheet music, and vocal exercises for her.
Then came lunch, and luckily Li Qingshen was somewhat humane; most of the time, food was delivered from the Li Mansion.
After lunch, the afternoon was dedicated to dance and posture.
Even though she was a singer, she still needed to develop in all aspects, especially in terms of figure, so Momo’s three meals a day were strictly controlled by Qingshen; on the basis of nutritional balance, there was no tendency to gain weight.
Under normal circumstances, the dance and posture exercises would end at five in the afternoon; from five to six o’clock, Li Qingshen gave Momo free time to rest. At six o’clock, Momo would make dinner on time, and after dinner, Li Qingshen would have Momo listen to some music pieces, and then at nine o’clock exactly, she was sent to bed, ensuring eight hours of sleep!
The first day went by , and although Momo was very tired, she could accept it. At most, she felt that Qingshen was just being strict.
But on the second day, Li Qingshen suddenly took a different approach. Latest content published on n0velfire.net
Firstly, he still dragged her to run with him in the morning, and after half an hour of running, Li Qingshen wasn’t even out of breath, while Momo was like she had died once, bending over and clutching her chest, panting for a long time.
That day, Qingshen did not make Momo practice opera singing but instead took her straight back to the villa. After making breakfast and eating it, Li Qingshen led Momo to the piano.
Momo picked up the piano sheet music, planning to continue with yesterday’s practice, but Li Qingshen pulled a silk scarf from the side and gestured Momo over with a wave.
Momo quickly walked over, greeting Qingshen with a well-behaved smile, "Teacher, what’s the matter?"
"Turn around." Li Qingshen tilted his chin, signaling for her to do as he said.
Momo didn’t know what Qingshen meant but obediently followed his instruction.
As soon as Momo stood with her back to Li Qingshen, he covered her eyes with the scarf and tied a knot at the back.
Momo opened her eyes to complete darkness, and she couldn’t help but ask suspiciously, "Teacher, why are you covering my eyes?"
Li Qingshen glanced at Momo, walked to the piano, and sat down, speaking indifferently, "Listen closely!"
As Qingshen’s voice faded, the room suddenly became quiet, and then, a few clear consecutive notes flowed from Qingshen’s fingertips.
It was a very short piece of music, which Momo could tell was improvised by Qingshen.
After Qingshen finished playing, he played it two more times—a total of three times—before he walked over to Momo, untied the scarf on her head, and pointed to the piano, "Play back as much as you can remember of what I just played for you."