In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Lu Mingfei naturally didn't stand on ceremony, pulling one out and tearing open the packaging.

With one bite, the outer layer of ice cream melts in your mouth like cream, while the chocolate core inside remains firm, unlike regular ice cream which is frozen solid and impossible to bite into.

Lu Mingfei took just one bite and immediately fell in love with the ice cream.

"Do you like it?" The red-robed monk smiled as he looked in the rearview mirror at Lu Mingfei's sudden increase in eating speed. "This is Venchi's custom-made version; it's definitely better than what you get at the school store, right?"

Lu Mingfei nodded frantically, too busy eating his ice cream to reply, so the red-robed monk continued:

"If you like this kind of ice cream, then don't eat the kind from the convenience store near the school anymore. Also, I signed you up for an extra extracurricular class today."

Lu Mingfei suddenly paused, no longer taking big bites of ice cream, but only taking a light lick.

"According to the theory of St. Marian Academy, the breadth and depth of the magic cards a summoner can create are related to the depth of the summoner's thoughts."

The red-robed acolyte drove very smoothly, and Lu Mingfei, lying in the back seat, couldn't feel any shaking at all. "Simply put, if a summoner always lives in a specific environment, he simply cannot create anything beyond his life."

"A summoner living on an ice field cannot summon a volcano, and a summoner living in the desert cannot summon an ocean."

"Therefore, in addition to your normal life, you also need to come into contact with various different skills in order to summon all kinds of magic cards."

"If you want to assemble a band, you need to understand how the band members work together, what kind of tone each instrument can produce, and you even need to perform on stage yourself to understand what it feels like for a 'band' to perform in front of a large audience..."

"If you want to summon a painter, you must at least understand how to mix colors, how to rotate a brush, how to observe and analyze paintings of different styles, and even how to sell your own paintings..."

"If you want to summon an army, you at least need to understand what the various weapons feel like, and how the blades whistle as you swing them through the wind—"

In short, you must keep learning; there is no end to learning.

Lu Mingfei slowly licked his popsicle, remaining silent.

He trusted her, believing that since she had made the suggestion, she would surely have follow-up suggestions and specific implementation plans, and he would not refuse.

This is the tacit understanding between the two, and also Lu Mingfei's trust in her "professional competence".

"But learning is not something that can be accomplished overnight." Even with the shift in meaning, the red-robed monk remained indifferent.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't been quite familiar with her, he would have definitely thought she was expressing her dissatisfaction.

"Because you have this special resource of 'spark,' we can use it as the basis for a 'crash course' of learning. Cultural literacy cannot be quickly acquired through a single burst of inspiration, but specific skills can."

"Every day, I will arrange a specific skill lesson for you: piano, violin, cello, flute, accordion, guitar, bass, drums..."

"Try as many as possible, then choose one you like and delve into the craft."

"As for cultural literacy, I'll provide you with an MP3 player so you can improve it through music. How about we take the weekend off and go to a concert?"

"I think it's good," Lu Mingfei said, chewing on an ice pop stick. "But I have a question..."

"Generally speaking, isn't this kind of refinement cultivated through interactions between people? Why wasn't I arranged to attend some kind of 'high-society banquet'?"

"Because there's practically no high society here," the red-robed acolyte said without hesitation. "They're basically a bunch of nouveau riche, either they've been rich for two or three generations, or they've only been rich for one."

"They don't even have a complete system of private tutors. I had to find the president of the local music association to barely gather a full set of instructors for the instruments."

"In this situation, I think it's better to isolate yourself from them and prevent them from corrupting you, rather than hoping you'll learn any cultural lessons from them."

"Alright, you decide." Lu Mingfei loosened the wooden stick. "Is there a trash can on this vehicle?"

……

The chairman of the music association was waiting by the roadside.

This person's surname is Li, and her full name is Li Chenzhao. She is in her forties, but her hair has already turned gray. This is not because she is aging prematurely or for any other reason, but simply because the work pressure in the local area is too great.

The pressure stems from two main sources: local work is proving too difficult to carry out, and the job itself is a significant factor.

Local work is difficult to carry out, naturally because houses in the city are too expensive, every inch of land is precious, so much so that even holding a concert is difficult to recoup costs.

The position itself is inherently problematic because it's difficult to achieve results. In this era where everything is about performance, inaction is tantamount to demerit. If she can't produce any impressive reports, Li Chenzhao has no doubt that someone will label her as "lazy" and remove her from the chairman's position.

"So why isn't she here yet..." Li Chenzhao couldn't help but look up at the distance again.

She had spoken with Ms. Lu yesterday. If she was willing to act as a go-between and introduce reliable teachers to Ms. Lu's child, Ms. Lu would be willing to support her work and even fund a few concerts out of her own pocket.

It's like solving two problems for her at once!

Finally, the dark-colored Rolls-Royce came into view. The driver was undoubtedly Ms. Lu, whom she had met yesterday, and the young master was presumably in the back seat—

Wait, something seems off?

Li Chen observed the interaction between the two as they got out of the car: Ms. Lu, still dressed in red, got out first, then went around to the back door to open it for him. This seemed fine, but her actions while opening the door were problematic:

First, open the car door, then place your palm under the door frame while slightly arching your body.

This doesn't seem like someone opening the car door for their own child; it looks more like a doorman opening the car door for his master.

Li Chenzhao narrowed her eyes, considering how to address this young master. Then, she took a slight breath and stepped forward:

"Mr. Lu, Ms. Lu—this is Mr. Shen's home. He was once a first-class actor in the cultural troupe and is proficient in all kinds of drum instruments, from the bass drum and waist drum to the Western drum kit, he has studied and researched them in depth."

"We did a lot of work to invite him to give a lecture to Mr. Lu this time..."

The red-robed monk glanced at Lu Mingfei to make sure he didn't have any aversion to the instrument, then nodded to Li Chenzhao.

"Thank you all for your help and for supporting a child's dream..."