it seems like someone video-called and the old man picked it up. Let me see, Yingluo.
Uncle li carefully walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, covered his phone, and whispered, " "It's Qiu ya."
Fu Nanli let out a soft tsk. This woman was really persistent in currying favor with her grandfather.
"I know. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."
Fu huaiyong picked up Qiu ya's video call. Qiu ya said enthusiastically, " "Grandpa Fu, I heard you went to watch the horse race. How was it? Your "shocking Thunder" must have won the championship again, right?"
Uncle li happened to come in and heard Qiu ya's words. His heart skipped a beat. Wasn't she just mentioning something that she didn't like?
She thought that old master Fu would be angry, but Fu huaiyong only smiled. "Thunder didn't get first place, he got second place."
Qiu ya was stunned for a moment. She was about to compliment him. The old man had won the title six times in a row, and this time's Thunder was his best horse race. He was almost sure to win the championship. Who would have thought that the old man's horse would lose the championship?
However, she was only stunned for a moment. She quickly regained her senses and said, " it's a blessing in disguise. Maybe Grandpa Fu has something good waiting for you in other ways.
Fu huaiyong chuckled. it's nothing. You don't have to console me. I just lost a match. It's nothing worth taking to heart.
Grandpa Fu is so broad-minded, " Qiu ya praised. he doesn't care about gains or losses.
After a round of compliments, she browsed the news about the horse race online and found that the news about the old man's loss of the championship had long been out.
She had been careless and made the call without checking.
If the old man was in a bad mood because of losing the game, her actions just now would be like walking right into the muzzle of a gun.
Fortunately, the old master did not hold it against her.
Looking at the news of the champion, it was an unknown horse called God of War. It was the first time it had participated in a competition of this scale.
He wanted to check on the owner of the horse, but there was no information about it on the internet.
There was only the rider's information. The rider's name was Song Yu, and there was a very detailed introduction.
Song Yu, 21 years old, from Haicheng, country Z, a second-year student at the central Academy of Music, majoring in piano.
Qiu ya's eyes narrowed. Central Conservatory of Music?
Wen Qiao was also from Central Conservatory of Music.
She hesitated for a moment, then called her friend Xu Ying to ask, " do you know Wen Qiao from your school? "
"Wen Qiao is a famous person, who wouldn't know her? The first person to promote the development of folk music."
His tone was a little sour.
She was a piano teacher. In the past, Western music had an absolute dominant position in Central Conservatory of Music, and piano was the most important subject.
But now, because of Wen Qiao, her status was no longer as superior as before.
Of course, she was not happy.
"What about Song Yu? Do you recognize it?"
"Song Yu is my student. She studies piano. What's wrong?"
"Do Song Yu and Wen Qiao and ran ran know each other?"
I'm angry just talking about this. Back then, when folk music was not valued, Song Yu couldn't wait to join Wen Qiao's Folk Music Club.
Qiu ya's heart skipped a beat. Could this horse be Wen Qiao's horse?
He must be overthinking it. If Wen Qiao's horse had won against the old man, he would definitely be angry instead of having that reaction just now.
there's a message from the school's group chat, " Xu Ying said. they said that Wen Qiao won the horse race and won a large sum of money.