208: Chapter 208 Teacher Qin, please hit me!

"You should hurry home and rest!"

Qin Xun took a step forward, blocking Xia Ning behind him and covering her completely.

"The young lady is a bit shy, but she'll be fine once she has a baby."

Aunt Lian walked away, chuckling, looking back every few steps, and clicking her tongue in amazement.

"You can tell just by looking at her that she's capable of bearing children!"

"Ma Xiugui will be able to walk with her head held high in the village from now on!"

Aunt Lian went off into the distance.

Seeing Aunt Lian walk away, Xia Ning pulled her hand away from Qin Xun's grip, only to find her palm covered in sweat.

She blew on it gently, lowered her hand, and looked up at Qin Xun.

"What you just said… baby?"

She furrowed her brows slightly.

"Who are you calling 'baby'?"

Qin Xun looked at Xia Ning's cold expression, unable to read her face.

He glanced at the paddy field nearby, thought of his miserable experience falling into the water while taking wedding photos, and felt a bit panicked.

"Um, aren't we… just pretending?"

"I was acting."

"How was my acting?"

Xia Ning just stared at him, silent, her lips moving slightly.

Suddenly, she smiled.

"Your acting is great!"

"You even fooled me!"

Qin Xun let out a sigh of relief.

But then he saw Xia Ning lift her foot and stomp down hard.

It landed right on his instep.

Qin Xun clenched his fists in pain, looking up at the sky, as if he were transforming into a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Ah—"

...

This little interlude soon passed.

Qin Xun took Xia Ning for a walk through the fields.

They stole a few vegetables.

They chased some geese for a while.

They blocked a field mouse hole.

Xia Ning was having a great time.

Seeing Xia Ning having fun, Qin Xun suggested.

"Do you want to come to my place during the New Year to blow up cow patties?"

Xia Ning was squatting by the field, poking a foraging ant with a blade of dry grass, and looked up when she heard this.

"Blow up cow patties?"

"Why would you invite a girl to blow up cow patties?"

Qin Xun was a bit embarrassed.

"I thought you'd like it."

Xia Ning: "……"

She quickly dropped the dry grass, stood up, and brushed the dust off her hands.

"No girl likes to blow up cow patties."

She gave a half-smile.

"You should take your 'baby' home to blow up cow patties during the New Year!"

...

Two hours later.

Qin Xun took Xia Ning back home.

"It's getting late. I'll go back and show off my cooking skills. How about you help me out?"

Xia Ning said coldly.

"Not interested."

Qin Xun pressed her.

"So, will you help out or not?"

Xia Ning snorted coldly and didn't answer.

Qin Xun just assumed she had agreed.

...

Back at the small courtyard.

He saw Ye Lan standing at the gate of the courtyard, holding a bamboo whip that looked like it had been pulled from a bamboo broom.

As soon as Ye Lan saw Qin Xun, she trotted over and handed the bamboo whip to him with both hands.

"Teacher Qin, I think I can sing it well now."

"Please give me some pointers."

"If you think it's not good, just hit my palm."

Qin Xun was startled and didn't take the bamboo whip.

Seeing that Qin Xun was unmoved, Ye Lan held the bamboo whip up with both hands and bowed again.

"Teacher Qin, please!"

"I also want to improve my singing skills!"

Qin Xun: "???"

He felt a bit helpless. This was the first time in his life he'd met such an elegant and quiet masochist.

It was actually quite scary.

Qin Xun took the bamboo whip, looking serious.

"Go ahead and sing!"

Ye Lan straightened up, looked at Qin Xun, and began to sing softly.

"When will the moon be bright and clear? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky."

"I do not know what season it would be in the heavens on this night."

...

"People have their joys and sorrows, the moon has its brightness and darkness, its waxing and waning."

"These have been hard to perfect since ancient times."

"wishing we last forever, sharing the beautiful moonlight across a thousand miles."

After singing, Ye Lan looked at Qin Xun, full of anticipation.

"Teacher Qin, how did I do?"

Qin Xun replied.

"Pretty good. The flaws don't overshadow the merits."

Wang Cui saw this and felt a bit dissatisfied.

Just a moment ago, Ye Lan had practiced over and over in the small courtyard.

She had even sent the recording of her singing to her vocal coach.

She sang it again and again, revised it over and over, and worked hard to polish the song to this point.

She hadn't expected that it would only earn a "pretty good" from Qin Xun.

A smile appeared on Ye Lan's face, her eyes shining slightly.

"The flaws don't overshadow the merits—so there are flaws?"

"Forgive my superficiality, student doesn't know where the problem lies. Please, Teacher Qin, enlighten me."

Qin Xun waved his hand.

"It's fine, it's good enough!"

"Just post on Weibo and Douyin saying you have a new song release tonight, and have your fans repost it!"

Ye Lan's voice became urgent.

"How can it be fine?"

"Please, Teacher Qin, don't discourage a heart that wants to improve."

Seeing Ye Lan pestering him, Qin Xun felt a bit helpless and said.

"Your singing style has too wide a vocal range. To produce those sounds, you sacrifice the sense of language and tone, even though it seems technically advanced."

"But doing so sacrifices the emotional expression of your natural tone."

"You should hold back a little."

"After all, the audience you are facing are not professionals."

Wang Cui was shocked.

Isn't this exactly the same evaluation as Ye Lan's vocal coach earlier?

That vocal master is an honorary professor at a top domestic music academy and has coached many first-tier domestic stars.

Stars are proud to be coached by her.

Is this Qin Xun's singing ability really that powerful?

No wonder he dares to be so arrogant!

Ye Lan looked at Qin Xun, not surprised that he could point out her problems with such precision.

She had listened to Qin Xun's singing videos many times; using a microphone that cost only a few dozen yuan, he sang better than some microphones that cost hundreds of thousands.

How could he be an ordinary person?

The more professional one is, the more they can feel the... terrifying nature of Qin Xun's singing ability.

Yes, somewhat terrifying.

A human walking CD player.

Ye Lan slowly raised her right hand, palm up, and extended it in front of Qin Xun.

"Teacher Qin, I didn't expect I'd made such a big mistake."

"Please help me remember this lesson!"

Qin Xun looked at Ye Lan's palm and was stunned!

What kind of star is this?

How can she be so masochistic?

Xia Ning hurried to Qin Xun's side, leaned close to his ear, and whispered.

"Qin Xun, don't be impulsive."

"You took 20.75 million from her, and Ye Lan is the client after all. You have an obligation to coach her singing, but we two… went slacking off all afternoon."

"We've already let her down enough, so keep it in check."

"Be careful of being scammed."

Hearing this.

When Qin Xun heard the words "slacking off," he closed his eyes slightly and pulled up the slacking system.

[slacking-off value: 94000]

[Note: The next lucky draw requires 100,000 slacking-off value points.]

Seeing that he was only 6,000 points away from a draw, Qin Xun was startled.

When he checked this morning, it was still over 86,000.

It hadn't even been four hours since he signed the contract with Ye Lan, and his slacking-off value had already increased by over 8,000 points?

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Ye Lan in front of him.

This person is a goldmine!

Could it be that he'll max out his slacking-off value tonight?

Seeing that Qin Xun was still unwilling to move, Ye Lan held up her hand, bowed, and pleaded.

"Teacher Qin, please hit my palm hard."

"I need you to be strict with me!"

Wang Cui stomped her feet in anxiety.

Ye Lan, oh Ye Lan!

The company built an intellectual and artistic persona for you!

How did you become a masochist in front of Qin Xun?

Who asks people to hit them?

If this gets out, how many fans' hearts will it break?

Qin Xun thought about those 8,000+ slacking-off points, and his heart itched. He wondered if whipping her would increase his slacking-off value even more?

Ye Lan bent over, held up her hand, and her voice was a little small.

"Mr. Qin, please hit me hard!"

Qin Xun immediately remembered Xia Ning saying that once a rich second-generation's mental state has problems, it's a big problem.

Ever since he choked Ye Lan, it seemed to have triggered her psychological illness.

He suddenly felt that Ye Lan was a bit pitiful, slowly raised the bamboo whip, and looked at Ye Lan's palm.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

Ye Lan raised her head slightly, watching Qin Xun raise the whip, feeling both nervous and excited.

"Teacher Qin, please hit me!"