Loved By An Older Ma Chapter 63 - Re-select Class

Chapter 63: Re-select Class

Jiang Li once again thought of how Jiang Yu often read books on neurology.

In the morning, Jiang Yu’s illness was strange. There was nothing wrong with her body, but she looked like a person who was on the verge of death.

Jiang Li had already guessed that it was a neurological disease, and there was no known cause for it in dicine. That was why Jiang Yu worked so hard to learn dicine.

During class, Jiang Li looked at Jiang Yu’s serious face, and her heart was filled with pity.

“I know a professor from the dical departnt. I can help you plead for leniency and get you into the dical departnt,” Jiang Li suddenly said in a low voice.

Jiang Yu blinked. She had not expected that Jiang Li would be so kind to help her so much. “There’s no need. I’ve already settled the matter of studying dicine.”

As expected, when the public lecture ended, the principal’s assistant rushed over.

He told Jiang Yu that she could take a theoretical course in the dical departnt.

However, Jiang Yu still had to choose another major.

Jiang Yu couldn’t make up her mind about other majors.

Although the design departnt wasn’t bad, the paint, paper and folio things cost the most money.

In the music departnt, Jiang Yu’s standard in composing music was about the sa. Moreover, she was Professor Bai’s introductory disciple, so there wasn’t much she could learn.

“Then I’ll go with the performance departnt,” Jiang Yu said.

If she studied performance, she could often find a part-ti job in this area. It was also good to have an additional skill to earn money.

“Okay, then I’ll inform the performance departnt and the dical departnt. Your class is still class eight for both of the departnts.”

Class eight?

Jiang Yu frowned. “Can I change to another class?”

The assistant nodded. “Sure.”

It was just a matter of which class this person wanted to go to.

Hence, Jiang Yu randomly picked a class. “Then class one.”

“Are you sure?”

“Is class one full?”

“No, let’s go to class one.” The assistant looked at her strangely. “Then is the dical departnt in class one or class eight?”

“Both,” Jiang Yu said.

It was easier to rember this way.

…

After the public lecture of the dical departnt ended, Jiang Yu was wondering which departnt she was going to attend.

Then, she received a phone call.

“Little Jiang, I’m Professor Bai. You should be in Ivy University, right?”

Professor Bai was the piano professor who had accepted Jiang Yu as her apprentice. She had taught many pianists and composers.

“Professor, I’m in Ivy University,” Jiang Yu said quickly.

“That’s good. I have a class in the music departnt. Co and find

after class. I have sothing to tell you.”

Jiang Yu quickly agreed.

Professor Bai was teaching the sophomore class one of the music departnt.

The reason why she was teaching class one and not the other classes was that those who could enter class one were all people who had passed the art exam. They were all people who had practiced music before.

Therefore, class one was the most advanced class in the entire year.

It was rare for class one of the second year to have Professor Bai invited to give a lecture. The students were very excited.

“Xue’er, your teacher wants to co to our class to give a lecture. Did he do you a favor?”

Kang Xue said, “I invited the teacher several tis. Today, the teacher finally has the ti to co over.”

When Kang Xue started learning piano at the age of five, she had learned it from Professor Bai.

Although she had only learned it for two years, she had laid a solid foundation.

However, Kang Xue had always been proud of having learned under Professor Bai. She boasted that she was the senior martial sister of a genius pianist and a gold dal arranger.

She had always been ambitious for this industry and wanted to stand at the highest position.

During class, professor Bai said, “I’m here today not only to teach, but also to give you a question. As you all know, two years ago, there was a flood in Lanzhou. Many people were killed or injured, and many houses were washed away. Recently, the buildings there have been rebuilt with funds from the public and the governnt. The Public Welfare Foundation wants to release a song about fighting against the flood…”

Kang Xue’s eyes lit up when she heard this.

In her opinion, the teacher was giving her a chance.

After all, in the whole class, Kang Xue’s ability to compose music was the most outstanding.