Qhianqhian scribbled down two pages cheerfully and closed them: "Don't peek, just put them away." Qhianqhian chuckled without explaining.
Mo raised an eyebrow and put the things away without arguing, "But your notes are a bit unstable. You haven't been learning for long, right?"
Qhianqhian looked at Mo awkwardly, "Can I tell you I just looked at the sheet music twice earlier? I usually play with the sheet in front of me, today is a bit hard to get used to without it..."
"Usually? When did you practice? I never heard anything," Mo asked with a bit of surprise.
"When I practice, I only practice fingering, not playing it loudly..." Qhianqhian pouted. Otherwise, wouldn't it be disturbing others? What if someone came after me and gave me a beating, how could I explain myself then? Why would I deserve a beating for practicing?
It reminded her of her teacher's old teachings.
