Thinking of Rong Zhi.
Ying Man frowned, feeling somewhat irritated, her pride fading.
Noticing this, Rong Meng quickly laughed and said, "Mom, don’t you believe in me? Master Jing will be at this performance, I’ll definitely put in my best effort to get his attention."
The performance Rong Meng was preparing for was the Music Hall’s bi-monthly group evaluation, which will take place at the National Music Hall. Not only the teachers from the Music Hall will be there, but also the media and renowned masters from the music world will be invited to watch.
It so happened that Master Jing was returning to the country and announced he was taking on disciples, so Rong Xian’an invited him over.
Upon hearing this, Ying Man felt relieved.
This is how a Rong Family child should be, knowledgeable and sensible.
Rong Qichuo ruffled his younger sister’s hair, with a look of doting, "If you pass the test, what gift do you want?"
Although there was half a month until the exam, the Rong Family thought it was a certainty for Rong Meng to pass.
Rong Meng smiled sweetly, "A gift from my brother, I’ll need to think carefully."
Inside, the atmosphere was cheerful and harmonious, looking warm and beautiful.
Lu Zhao awkwardly touched his nose and couldn’t help but glance to the side.
He only saw Rong Zhi with a lazy gaze, a faint hint of weariness at the corners of his eyes, seemingly unaware.
Or perhaps he just didn’t care.
Lu Zhao had to cough lightly to remind, "The Third Young Master is here."
The atmosphere inside visibly turned awkward.
Rong Xian’an always gets agitated when he sees Rong Zhi and wants to embarrass her and curb her arrogance. Upon hearing, he didn’t react.
The expressions of everyone else varied.
Lu Zhao pulled out a chair for Rong Zhi.
Rong Zhi glanced at the positions of everyone at the dining table and smoothly seated herself opposite Rong Qichuo, beside Ying Man.
Seeing her sit down straight away without any manners, Ying Man frowned slightly and reprimanded, "You’ve arrived but haven’t greeted your elders, is this the upbringing you’ve learned?"
"Mom," Rong Meng glanced at Rong Zhi, her voice gentle, "Don’t speak like that to my brother, he just returned from a small county and doesn’t know these things, it’s normal. He’ll learn slowly, and besides, he’s so smart he’ll definitely learn quickly."
"Him? Dropping out for three years, how smart can he be." Ying Man’s expression stiffened slightly, everyone present was well aware of Rong Zhi’s situation.
Calling Rong Zhi smart? What a joke.
"Learning slowly will ensure he learns," Rong Meng coaxed softly, "Oh, Mom, I still have half a month of practice time, how about during this period I teach my brother to play the cello?"
"However..." She paused, showing a slight difficulty, "The cello is a bit challenging, my brother has no foundation, might not learn very quickly in a short time. Why not start with something simpler? Cultivating his demeanor is good too."
Seeing Rong Meng sincerely planning for Rong Zhi, Rong Qichuo nodded in agreement.
Ying Man was most satisfied; look, this is her considerate little sweetheart.
Rong Meng smiled, "I’ll teach my brother the harmonica, I can play it a bit myself."
Compared to the cello which requires years of practice, the harmonica is indeed much easier. Ying Man had no objections and looked at Rong Zhi.
Rong Zhi crossed her legs, rested one hand on the armrest, and upon sensing their implicit looks, her lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile, "Not interested."
Sitting lazily, her gaze weary, quite cold.
"Not interested? Then what are you interested in? Working?" Ying Man’s temper flared upon hearing this, "If you’re told to learn, then learn. Meng Meng is doing you a favor, look at the way you are now, sitting all slouching, is learning a burden for you?!"