Loved By An Older Man-Chapter 63 - Re-select Class

Jiang Li once again thought of how Jiang Yu often read books on neurology.

In the morning, Jiang Yu’s illness was strange. There was nothing wrong with her body, but she looked like a person who was on the verge of death.

Jiang Li had already guessed that it was a neurological disease, and there was no known cause for it in medicine. That was why Jiang Yu worked so hard to learn medicine.

During class, Jiang Li looked at Jiang Yu’s serious face, and her heart was filled with pity.

“I know a professor from the medical department. I can help you plead for leniency and get you into the medical department,” Jiang Li suddenly said in a low voice.

Jiang Yu blinked. She had not expected that Jiang Li would be so kind to help her so much. “There’s no need. I’ve already settled the matter of studying medicine.”

As expected, when the public lecture ended, the principal’s assistant rushed over.

He told Jiang Yu that she could take a theoretical course in the medical department.

However, Jiang Yu still had to choose another major.

Jiang Yu couldn’t make up her mind about other majors.

Although the design department wasn’t bad, the paint, paper and folio things cost the most money.

In the music department, Jiang Yu’s standard in composing music was about the same. Moreover, she was Professor Bai’s introductory disciple, so there wasn’t much she could learn.

“Then I’ll go with the performance department,” Jiang Yu said.

If she studied performance, she could often find a part-time job in this area. It was also good to have an additional skill to earn money.

“Okay, then I’ll inform the performance department and the medical department. Your class is still class eight for both of the departments.”

Class eight?

Jiang Yu frowned. “Can I change to another class?”

The assistant nodded. “Sure.”

It was just a matter of which class this person wanted to go to.

Hence, Jiang Yu randomly picked a class. “Then class one.”

“Are you sure?”

“Is class one full?”

“No, let’s go to class one.” The assistant looked at her strangely. “Then is the medical department in class one or class eight?”

“Both,” Jiang Yu said.

It was easier to remember this way.

…

After the public lecture of the medical department ended, Jiang Yu was wondering which department she was going to attend.

Then, she received a phone call.

“Little Jiang, I’m Professor Bai. You should be in Ivy University, right?”

Professor Bai was the piano professor who had accepted Jiang Yu as her apprentice. She had taught many pianists and composers.

“Professor, I’m in Ivy University,” Jiang Yu said quickly.

“That’s good. I have a class in the music department. Come and find me after class. I have something to tell you.”

Jiang Yu quickly agreed.

Professor Bai was teaching the sophomore class one of the music department.

The reason why she was teaching class one and not the other classes was that those who could enter class one were all people who had passed the art exam. They were all people who had practiced music before.

Therefore, class one was the most advanced class in the entire year.

It was rare for class one of the second year to have Professor Bai invited to give a lecture. The students were very excited.

“Xue’er, your teacher wants to come to our class to give a lecture. Did he do you a favor?”

Kang Xue said, “I invited the teacher several times. Today, the teacher finally has the time to come over.”

When Kang Xue started learning piano at the age of five, she had learned it from Professor Bai.

Although she had only learned it for two years, she had laid a solid foundation.

However, Kang Xue had always been proud of having learned under Professor Bai. She boasted that she was the senior martial sister of a genius pianist and a gold medal arranger.

She had always been ambitious for this industry and wanted to stand at the highest position.

During class, professor Bai said, “I’m here today not only to teach, but also to give you a question. As you all know, two years ago, there was a flood in Lanzhou. Many people were killed or injured, and many houses were washed away. Recently, the buildings there have been rebuilt with funds from the public and the government. The Public Welfare Foundation wants to release a song about fighting against the flood…”

Kang Xue’s eyes lit up when she heard this.

In her opinion, the teacher was giving her a chance.

After all, in the whole class, Kang Xue’s ability to compose music was the most outstanding.