The Beggar at the Market
Jiang Siming, unable to withstand the small guilt in his heart, ultimately decided to be straightforward with Yin Zirou and said, "Ms. Yin, I'm actually not a teacher. I'm just a parent, sneaking into the school to have a look."
Yin Zirou, twirling a lock of hair behind her ear, smiled and said, "I knew that long ago."
"Then why did you still call me Teacher Jiang?" Jiang Siming was surprised. Yin Zirou's pretty lips curved into a dignified and graceful smile.
"Even though you're not a real teacher, your piano skills are more than enough to be my teacher. Isn't it reasonable for me, who wants to be your disciple, to call you teacher?" So that's how it is. Jiang Siming thought he was in trouble, but now that it's out in the open, he feels better and doesn't have to feel like he's doing something wrong all the time.
"It's not excessive. You can call me whatever you want." Jiang Siming felt greatly relieved.