"Oh my god, it’s Master Pei Hong!"
I’m not sure who let out a low exclamation, but it caused quite a commotion in the rest area.
"Master Pei Hong."
"Master Pei Hong."
Everyone greeted the elder with utmost respect, and Pei Hong nodded in response with great composure.
Then he walked over to Ruan Shushu.
It imdiately drew a wave of envious whispers.
Ruan Shushu was extrely proud, but she showed nothing of it in front of Master Pei Hong.
Instead, she stood up very humbly and smiled obediently, "Master."
Looking at his beloved disciple, Pei Hong’s expression beca even more kindly, "I heard you were sick. Are you feeling better?"
"I’m much better, thank you for your concern, Master."
Ruan Shushu’s smile was decent, brimming with pride, especially as she felt all the envious gazes around her, making her even more elated.
At that mont, she felt like a princess, the object of everyone’s admiration, including Yan Yuexian!
So what if you, Yan Yuexian, have a prestigious family background or a considerate boyfriend, can you join the National Studies Association, or apprentice under Master Pei Hong!
"That’s good to hear. It’s cold these days, so take care of your health. By the way, the tendon injury on your hand hasn’t recovered yet, so why are you participating in the competition?"
At this, Ruan Shushu’s expression stiffened slightly, feeling a bit guilty.
At first, she had caught Pei Hong’s eye by riding on Xia Weibao’s video, and she lacked the actual skill to play in front of him, naturally.
So she lied about having a pulled hand injury and unable to play.
Moreover, being still a student with heavy studies, Pei Hong advised her to focus on her studies first, and that she didn’t have to attend activities at the National Studies Association for the ti being.
She thus managed to muddle through.
At that ti, her hand was indeed injured, but not from a pulled tendon; it was costic surgery.
When she decided to impersonate Xia Weibao, she went to have her hands surgically altered to look like Xia Weibao’s.
The costic surgery was an external injury, healed within a month, but a tendon injury was different.
A tendon injury takes a hundred days, and she claid it was a severe pull, estimating a recovery ti of six months.
Seeing her hand so thoroughly wrapped, Pei Hong had no suspicion.
Bringing it up now, Ruan Shushu couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.
"It’s not entirely healed yet, but playing occasionally should be okay."
"Nonsense!" Pei Hong’s face turned stern. "For a zither master, hands are the most important. How can you take such risks? Don’t play until your hand is completely healed."
These are hands capable of playing the Fuxi Finger Technique. If anything happens, the Fuxi Finger Technique will truly be lost, never to be seen again in the future.
Though they were words of reprimand, they couldn’t hide the affection within.
Ruan Shushu’s smile grew wider, "Master, I’m fine. I’ll rest if my hand feels uncomfortable."
Thinking of her as his cherished disciple, Master Pei Hong couldn’t bear to scold her.
"The result of the competition is not important. If you lose, you lose. You don’t need a contract with an entertainnt company. The most important thing is to protect your hands and not push yourself."
This implied that he intended to ntor her in the future.
Ruan Shushu was incredibly happy, "I understand, thank you, Master."
Seeing her good attitude, Pei Hong’s expression lightened, as he grabbed her wrist and raised her hand.
Checking her injury.
The white and slender hand hung in midair, eliciting envy from everyone in the rest area. What a beautiful pair of hands!
So white, thin, and long, even prettier than a hand model’s!
They wished they had such beautiful hands.
Yan Yuexian furrowed her brow, though, noticing how Ruan Shushu’s hands looked suspiciously like Xia Weibao’s.
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