After nodding his thanks to the visa officer opposite, Yang Jingxing turned around, just like those who left the visa interview window before him, to receive the various expressions and looks from the compatriots who were still waiting in line behind him. Most of them were congratulations and encouragement, although everyone had different moods and intentions.

But after all, we have a common destination.

In comparison, Kong Chenhe's team was a little less efficient. There were two people in front of her. As she walked a little closer, Yang Jingxing made a gesture to Kong Chenhe, indicating that he would wait for her outside. Kong Chen

He nodded vigorously as if to praise, and he was even more prepared.

Yang Jingxing waited outside for more than ten minutes, and Kong Chenhe finally came out. Although the smile on his face was relatively modest, his intention was obvious, but he still had to admire the genius: "You are so fast, I don't seem to have asked you anything?"

Yang Jingxing's secret is: "I said I hated America and didn't want to go, but she just didn't do what I wanted."

Kong Chenhe obviously didn't believe it, but he was still willing to exchange experiences and sum up his experience: "See if your materials..."

Kong Chenhe found that the invitation letter from Niuai was quite honorable, and the two of them went downstairs and returned to the car at a joyful speed. Kong Chenhe happily took out his bag and took out his mobile phone, but then he humbly asked: "Can you call home?

"

Yang Jingxing was not in a hurry: "You fight first."

Kong Chenhe was not polite: "Let me tell my family first."

On the way back to school, Kong Chenhe kept calling. There were a lot of people to inform, and a lot to express or describe. Then he finally remembered to ask Yang Jingxing: "Have you called Xinting?"

Yang Jingxing nodded, agreed, and half discussed and half decided: "How about we leave on the 22nd? It's best to arrive during the day on the 24th... If it's a rare trip, let's just spend an extra day, don't be in a hurry.

Come back on the 27th."

Kong Chenhe made a quick assessment and nodded in support: "It will take three days on the road, almost... mainly because of you, I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "You can stay for two more days if you want, but you have to pay for food and accommodation..."

Kong Chenhe shook his head repeatedly: "No, no... my family doesn't agree either."

Yang Jingxing encouraged: "You are an adult."

Kong Chenhe hehe.

Yang Jingxing thought broadly: "If you want to live in Xinting then, that's fine. The two of us can talk more."

Kong Chenhe nodded vigorously, looking forward to it, but worried at the same time: "I'm afraid it will affect her rest, so we will definitely chat for half the night on the first day."

Yang Jingxing ignored it: "You can discuss it yourself when the time comes."

Kong Chenhe nodded and looked at the time again: "Eleven o'clock, ten o'clock, Xinting should not be asleep yet... She knows we are interviewing today, no, it's you, hey!"

Yang Jingxing said: "Tell her tomorrow."

Kong Chenhe nodded, thought for a while, and then asked a little embarrassedly: "Are you going to bring something for home?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I'll try to see if I can buy anything if I have time."

Kong Chenhe said in a relieved tone: "I also want to buy some...but we definitely can't go shopping together."

Yang Jingxing was unconvinced: "Why not? I'll buy it for my mother."

Kong Chenhe said that he knew some kind of skin care products, the price was very affordable, but the effect was said to be good...

Although Yang Jingxing didn't show any enthusiasm for going abroad, Kong Chenhe still made a good plan. It seemed that he really wanted to take on the responsibility of an assistant. Yang Jingxing just asked her to plan her own. He might have other arrangements.

Kong Chenhe, this assistant is not yet skilled: "Oh... you must have friends and classmates over there."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Well, Gan Kaicheng also went over to see his daughter and invited me to visit his home..."

After arriving at school, Yang Jingxing went to see Li Yingzhen a little before lunch, but it was mainly about the master class. Li Yingzhen learned that Lu Kaiping would be working for Yang Jingxing these two days, and asked him to continue to show the same performance as last year during the master class.

Be humble and low-key, don't let outsiders gossip just because of your little achievements this year...

Li Yingzhen did not agree with the dean's opinion. Humility also requires principles. In the prestigious Puyin Piano Department, if a student is put on the podium for two consecutive master classes, people will gossip, unless this student can use his strength to make people shut up.

…

Li Yingzhen was not worried at all about the visa issue, but she was a little bit surprised by Yang Jingxing’s decision to return to China on the 27th local time: “...it’s only two days, and it’s not fun to play or enjoy, so it’s better to play for a few more days.

"

Yang Jingxing just wanted to find something new: "Just take a look..."

After saying goodbye to the teacher and going to have lunch, Yang Jingxing called home again. He had promised his mother to accompany him to apply for a visa earlier, but because he really didn't have time this weekend, he couldn't be so particular about buying and making clothes as his mother wanted.

, I had no choice but to persuade Xiao Shuxia with thousands of words to come and take him to the plane when the time came.

Xiao Shuxia seems to think that getting the visa is more important than writing a symphony. The key is that she was invited to go, and it is the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. The name is nice.

It's just that Xiao Shuxia was very worried about her son's dressing taste. Fortunately, she was also a person who had seen the world. She said that it didn't take much time from Yang Jingxing. With just a phone call, the tailor would fly from Hong Kong to Puhai to measure him.

As for the size, there are still twenty days left, so it should be possible to rush the production in time.

Yang Jingxing swore that concerts in the United States were similar to those in China, and there was no need to pretend to be human. Besides, he just wanted to wear the first formal dress his parents gave him.

Xiao Shuxia was not disgusted, and thought that she should ask her husband to give her son the first new car in his life. Of course, his filial piety should be praised...

Nowadays, Yang Jingxing has to respond to more and more greetings when he comes to the cafeteria. He is a junior, and almost half of them are juniors and juniors. Especially the freshmen, they have never seen Yang Jingxing with girls like 306 or Yu Xinting.

When he was so ugly, when he first came here, he might have thought that he was really a humble and low-key genius who shared the joys and sorrows of everyone.

The junior sisters are actually a little shy, seeing that the senior brothers are always sneaky.

Yang Jingxing took the initiative to greet his junior sister: "Hey, Song Yining."

Song Yining, who failed in the piano department and went to the music education department to become Kong Chenhe's junior sister, due to the influence of her dress and hairstyle, she does not look as young and green as when she was preparing for the exam at Yuanmeng Piano Shop. She seems to be better-looking, but her attitude towards Yang Jingxing

Not much has changed. He is still not very enthusiastic, let alone admired and admired. He just nodded with a little politeness: "Well... hello."

Yang Jingxing was still relatively affectionate: "I haven't seen you before...how are you, are you still getting used to it?"

Song Yining nodded again: "Yeah." Her eyes focused more on the window, as if she was intensely debating what to eat.

Yang Jingxing acted like a senior brother: "Come on."

Song Yining glanced at Yang Jingxing, but was almost too lazy to nod: "Well... thank you."

Yang Jingxing looked pleased and went to another window.

Sure enough, geniuses are often lonely. Yang Jingxing took a big bowl of rice and a vegetable and a soup and sat down at an empty table. Then no one even came to say hello. He must have looked too ugly.

After quickly emptying the dishes, Yang Jingxing enjoyed a few nonsense inquiries in the process of leaving the canteen. He went out to the parking lot and rushed to Eyang. In the next few days, he would not have time to supervise the thousands of people hired a month.

The employees worked hard.

Early on Saturday morning, Yang Jingxing called Yu Xinting first: "Have you eaten?"

Yu Xinting was obviously satisfied: "I just finished eating!"

Yang Jingxing was nosy: "What to eat?"

Yu Xinting seemed to chuckle: "Ai Ziran and I went to this Turkish restaurant to eat barbecue."

Yang Jingxing was jealous: "Okay, you want to treat us when we go."

Yu Xinting hehe: "Okay...but it's a bit far. She drove here with her agent."

Yang Jingxing was surprised: "She still has an agent? I don't have one."

Yu Xinting didn't seem to know how to explain it: "He's that kind of agent. The translation means, not your kind, but someone who helps him prepare for art exhibitions and is also her friend."

Yang Jingxing pretended to be smart: "Oh, I probably understand... I sent an email to your work and asked them to buy a ticket to New York on the 23rd and come back on the 27th to spend an American weekend."

Yu Xinting knew very well: "Well, twenty-five and twenty-six are Saturday and Sunday!"

Yang Jingxing was worried: "Their restaurants don't close on weekends, right?"

Yu Xinting smiled: "No, most of them don't...you can eat whatever you want!"

Yang Jingxing praised: "Oh, I have become rich and I feel confident."

Yu Xinting: "No...it's rare."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "Okay, nothing else, just prepare your wallet."

Yu Xinting: "Okay."

An Xin is no longer polite to Yang Jingxing now. When they meet in 204, she rushes to make arrangements: "I have prepared something for Xin Ting, can you help bring it there?"

Yang Jingxing was simply jealous: "What is it again?"

An Xin said: "A little saffron and bird's nest."

Yang Jingxing was angry: "If you don't achieve fame, why don't you just enjoy it first? No."

Obviously, An Xin did not really regard Yang Jingxing as a teacher and explained: "It's sold."

Yang Jingxing looked at An Xin: "Stop being tacky... You have made Kong Chenhe and I feel ashamed."

An Xin acted like a student, lowering her head as if she was ashamed.

Yang Jingxing suggested again: "Write a card or something, and I can bring it to you."

An Xin nodded, looking very obedient.

Yang Jingxing raced against time: "Class..."

After giving An Xin a morning of emergency lessons, Yang Jingxing rushed to the Philharmonic Orchestra. The planned rehearsal time for "Ding Sangpeng Piano Concerto No. 3" was from 2 to 5 p.m., but Yang Jingxing had to arrive at least an hour early and then postpone it for an hour.

When you leave, you can't act like a big star.
To be continued...