Li Qingshen reached out and covered Ling Momo’s eyes, then randomly pressed a key again. "How about this one?"
Ling Momo continued to shake her head, her heart starting to pound.
Li Qingshen pressed another key and then, tilting his head, asked again, but Ling Momo still shook her head.
Li Qingshen gently lifted his hand and rubbed his forehead, took a deep breath, tried to remain calm, and continued to press each key several tis. Each ti he pressed a key, he asked, "How about this one?"
At first, Ling Momo kept shaking her head, but the amplitude of her shaking gradually decreased. She vaguely felt an icy aura emanating from the man. By the end, Ling Momo dared not even breathe loudly; her head slowly drooped, and she didn’t dare to shake it anymore.
Seeing Ling Momo like this, Li Qingshen’s action of rubbing his forehead grew even stronger. "Ling Momo, what exactly have you learned?"
Ling Momo, being spoken to by Li Qingshen like this, hung her head even lower, her little fingers twisted together.
Seeing her pitiful little look, Li Qingshen couldn’t help but sigh, his face expressing extre helplessness. He tried to level his tone and changed the question: "Ling Momo, tell , how many black keys and how many white keys are there on the piano?"
How many black keys? How many white keys? She seed to have learned it before, but she only rembered a rough number. What the specific numbers were, she wasn’t too clear, and besides, she only needed to know how to play songs; why would she rember so many details?
That’s what Ling Momo thought inwardly, but she didn’t dare to talk back.
She looked up at Li Qingshen, her big eyes rolling, then she bit her lip, tilted her head, thought hard for a long while, and then uncertainly said, "Black keys 35, white keys 63!"
Li Qingshen’s expression instantly turned ugly.
Ling Momo pouted, looking pitifully at Li Qingshen, and said softly, "Teacher... I’m sorry! I’ll go and read it later!"
Li Qingshen, suppressing his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "There are a total of 88 keys on the piano, 36 black keys, 62 white keys!"
Ling Momo imdiately nodded, as obedient as could be. "Teacher, I’ve morized it!"
Li Qingshen harrumphed through his nose, then pointed at the piano and said to Ling Momo, "Starting now, you morize what each of these keys is. Press each of the 36 black keys fifty tis, listen to the sound and rember them. If you don’t finish, you’re not eating lunch!"
Thirty-six keys?
Fifty tis?
And rember the sound?
If she can’t manage it, she’s not eating?
She’s a singer, not a piano major; she can play fine, why does she need to rember those details?
Ling Momo puffed out her cheeks, looking at Li Qingshen, and just as she was about to speak up, Li Qingshen, looking unwell, glanced at Ling Momo’s resentful expression and preempted her, "If you don’t want it to beco a hundred tis, start moving now!"
Ling Momo imdiately pursed her lips, filled with ten thousand grievances inside, yet she could only follow his demand and began pressing each key fifty tis.
Initially, Ling Momo couldn’t get into the right mindset, but realizing that no matter how reluctant she was, she couldn’t prevail over Li Qingshen, she gradually resigned herself to truly start morizing the sounds of the keys.
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