Fang Meng had been watching Jiang Qian's expression, then glanced at the two teachers who were still talking so assuredly after more than half a year of lessons.
He knew they were about to lose their jobs.
The next day was Friday, and the last two periods of the afternoon were P.E.
The students were unusually excited, since the weekend was just a day away.
Lin Zhengran remembered that Jiang Qian had wanted to give him something in the piano room yesterday. So, when he noticed she had disappeared from the athletic field, he spoke to the teacher and headed for the academic building before class was over.
As he approached the newly established, not-yet-opened piano room in the school's multimedia building, Lin Zhengran heard the beautiful sound of a piano drifting from a distance.
He stood at the back door of the classroom and pushed it open gently. Inside, Jiang Qian's playing faltered, getting stuck at the first crescendo of the piano piece, *Guan Xue*.
