The upperclassman huffed and said, "Chen Jiao asked me to come teach the Guqin. You're the ones who want to learn, right?"
As he spoke, his gaze kept drifting toward Lin Xue. Even at an arts academy, a girl as sweet as her was a rare sight.
He couldn't help but think, 'If only this girl was the one learning the Guqin. I could use the lessons as a chance to hit on her. It'd be amazing if I could win over a girl this sweet and cute. I'd make a ton of guys green with envy!'
However, his fantasy had barely begun before it was mercilessly crushed.
Zhao Yuan said, "Thank you. I'm the one who wants to learn the Guqin."
"You?" The upperclassman's brow furrowed in obvious displeasure, and his tone grew even colder. But he had already promised Chen Jiao, so he couldn't refuse. He grumbled, "Let me give you a fair warning. The Guqin isn't easy to learn. It requires talent! And you won't see any results without years of arduous practice."
