Music Lesson with Modulated Key

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My name is Xiao Yang, I'm 24 years old, and I work with Ade at a sports equipment company. Ade works in sales, while I'm the production line foreman. Because we're close in age, we naturally became close friends after starting work together. During one conversation, I learned that Ade was writing an erotic novel, so I was eager to try. Unfortunately, I don't use computers often, so I type very slowly. Ade volunteered, saying, "If it's well-written, I'll type it for you and post it on the erotic comment section." That's how this article came about. This article is a rewrite of a story that happened when I was in vocational school, and I've tried to write it from a female perspective. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Episode 1: My Substitute Teaching Career
I am Huang Xixin, currently a children's music teacher. The story I'm about to tell takes place seven years ago, when I was 22 years old…
That year, I had just graduated from university with a degree in music. However, because I studied music, it wasn't easy to find a job. So, I spent most of my time performing with groups to earn meager performance fees. By chance, my middle school teacher, who had been my mentor, had to give up her teaching job to take care of her husband after he suffered a stroke. Since she was teaching at several schools and the semester was already a third over, some of the more remote schools couldn't find substitute teachers. So, she asked her mentor for help finding someone to substitute. That's how she approached me to substitute at a relatively remote vocational college. Since the hourly rate was 1200 yuan, I readily agreed, never imagining it would be the beginning of a nightmare.
The college I attended was located in the suburbs of central Taiwan. It offered music as a compulsory elective course in the arts, and the music classroom was located in the basement of the activity center. In addition to the music classroom, there was also a rhythm classroom, an equipment room, and two or three club offices in the basement. Therefore, apart from club activities, few students walked around there, making it easy to settle down. So, after each class, I would stay to practice, and because there was no one to disturb me, I would often practice until 7 p.m. before locking the classroom door and going home.
I taught four classes: two business classes and two engineering classes. What was rather strange was that one class was entirely enrolled in my course. I learned from a colleague that this class of students was particularly mischievous, so many teachers refused to accept them, and the school put them together in the music class that no one wanted to teach. The school scheduled the four classes for four periods each on Wednesday and Friday afternoons, so the hourly rate was 9600 yuan a week. As a recent graduate, earning 9600 yuan a week for only four hours seemed like a pretty good job. Thus
began my substitute teaching career, and I tried my best to teach the students what I knew, hoping they would develop a love for music, even a deep passion for it. Because I was a recent graduate, quite young and good-looking, I quickly gained the students' favor and became close with them. However, not every student liked me. The class I taught every Wednesday afternoon during the 3rd and 4th periods always ignored me. As a result, some students often skipped class, and some even played cards, chatted, or listened to music during class. They completely disregarded me. They were the class that my colleagues called the "troublesome class." But in the spirit of Confucius's teaching that "education should be provided to all without discrimination," I still taught them very patiently. However, they were just too much. So, after about a month of teaching them, I had a conflict with them.
Episode 2: Conflict
One afternoon, I was playing a Chopin piece, and for some reason, it sounded exceptionally beautiful, the notes particularly melodious. Suddenly, a student shouted, "Damn it... what do you mean by this?" completely disrupting my train of thought. With a loud "Bang!", I slammed the piano lid shut and yelled, "What now?"
At that moment, a student stood up and said, "Teacher! He's so boring, he cheated on me!" I glanced at their desks and saw four or five students playing cards at the back of the classroom. My anger had completely erupted, so I shouted at him, "And what do you mean by this? You completely ignore the teacher during class, even playing cards! Is this respect for the teacher? And such a beautiful piece, you don't feel anything at all? Are you a block of wood?"
"Teacher Huang, the piece you played is too artistic. If it were Wu Bai's, I could barely listen to it," he said with a grin.
Seeing that he showed no remorse, I angrily pointed to the door and said, "If you don't want to attend class, you can leave. The teacher didn't take attendance or force you to attend, so I hope you will respect the other students who want to attend." As soon as I finished speaking, several students who were playing cards picked up their bags and turned to leave. This scene really surprised me. I thought the students would apologize to me, but I never expected them to just walk out of the classroom like that, which made me even angrier. At this time, I saw that some students had comics and novels on their desks, so I became even angrier and confiscated them one by one, saying, "You too, if you don't want to attend class, you don't have to force yourselves to stay in the classroom. Get out now." However, to my surprise, after I said this, all the students packed their bags and left the classroom one by one.
Soon the classroom was empty. Looking at the empty classroom, I didn't know what to do. My heart sank. I leaned on the piano and started crying. I lamented that all my selfless dedication had been rewarded with such a response from the students. Not a single one of them stayed. Did the whole class really hate me? Thinking this, I cried even louder. I don't know how long I cried before I slowly pulled myself together and started packing up my confiscated belongings.
In the instructor's office, I handed over the confiscated items to the instructor and told him what had just happened. The instructor looked at me and said, "Hmm! I understand. But Teacher Huang, let me tell you, you'll have to be more tolerant of that group of students. After all, that class is notoriously bad in the school's mechanical engineering department, and everyone is irresponsible and doesn't care about grades at all. So almost all the teachers refuse to accept them for elective courses, which is why the whole class was put into your class. You know Teacher Lin (my mentor) is a good person, which is why he took them all in." I was
a little angry when I heard the instructor's words, so I said, "Doesn't the school care? Do you know how outrageous what I just did was?" As I spoke, I started crying again.
So the instructor comforted me and said, "Teacher Huang, I know it's wrong, but the school has its own position. We can't just expel the whole class!"
"Of course I don't want the students to be expelled, I just hope the school can do something about it, because these students are really too outrageous," I said.
"I understand, I will definitely punish them properly and give Teacher Huang an explanation." The instructor kept reassuring me and saw me out of the instructor's office.
A week later, I saw on the bulletin board that all the students in this class had received minor demerits. I felt a little regretful; I hadn't expected the instructor to punish them so severely. So I went to the instructor to plead for leniency, but he said, "Teacher Huang, these students aren't afraid of demerits at all. This is just a warning to them, and it will make them behave themselves. You don't need to take it to heart." And so the matter ended. Strangely enough, the class's discipline in class was indeed better than before, although three or four students still skipped class. However, I didn't care much about their skipping class because I just hoped they would respect me a little more. One Friday after the
Third Front
incident, I was practicing the piano alone in the music room after class. When the piece ended, I heard applause behind me. I turned around and saw three students standing there. One had a buzz cut, the other had curly hair, and the other had long hair. I stood up, smiled, and nodded, asking, "Classmates! Is something the matter?"
The student with curly hair in the middle said, "Nothing important, just a question we'd like to ask Teacher Huang." "Oh! What is it?" I asked curiously.
The student replied, "We just want to ask the teacher what we did wrong that we were punished by the drill instructor."
Since I didn't recognize any of the three of them, I asked further, "How do I know why the instructor punished you?"
The guy with the buzz cut grabbed my hand tightly and said, "Teacher Huang, stop pretending! If it weren't for you, why would our whole class be made to stand in front of the instructor's office all afternoon and get a minor demerit?" His words gave me a general idea of what had happened, but it was strange that I'd never seen them before. So I asked, "Students, did you take my classes?"
"Yes, we did, but we didn't care about the credits at all, so we never attended. If you want to take the class, fine, but why bother the instructor and us? We didn't do anything to you," said the guy with the long hair.
Because his grip on my hand hurt, I shouted, "Enough! Let go! I wasn't targeting you guys at all. It's just that one day your classmates went too far, so I complained to the instructor."
At this moment, he released my hand, slapped me with a "smack!" and said, "Is that so! But we didn't come to class, yet we were implicated for no reason. How will Teacher Huang compensate us?" I touched my sore face and coldly said, "Do you think skipping class is right? And you dare to talk about compensation?"
At this moment, I saw the short-haired guy stroking his crotch and saying with a lecherous look, "Because skipping class is wrong, we specially asked Teacher Huang to give us a make-up lesson today."
At this moment, I saw that the three of them were no longer as ferocious as before, so I instinctively put one hand in front of my chest and backed away step by step. With a "clang!", my other hand was already on the piano keys, and there was nowhere left to retreat. The three of them then approached me step by step. The girl with curly hair said, "Teacher! Don't be afraid! It's just some health education guidance. We'll definitely teach well."

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