Everyone was stunned, incredulously looking towards the woman who had spoken.
Her peach blossom eyes were a clear cold, it was none other than Shen Bijun!
Someone exclaimed in surprise:
"Yiming, Teacher?"
"Teacher Yiming, what did you just say? You want to team up with him, help him make up the numbers?"
"My God, how is this possible?"
"Isn't Teacher Yiming known for playing the piano and the violin? Does she know how to play the guqin?"
"..."
In the midst of everyone's astonishment, Yun Yiheng was also dumbfounded, staring at her blankly.
Shen Bijun slowly walked to his side, "I'll make up the number for you, do you want it?"
"...Yes."
Yun Yiheng felt as if something warm was filling up his chest.
He had always felt that Yiming was trying to spare his feelings by never looking down on folk music; she had been encouraging him all along, and she had never spoken ill of Qingdai either.
