Mu Yiran was forced to listen to an online piano piece through the receiver.

She leaned back lazily in her chair, admiring the street scene under the setting sun while listening to the girl's voice coming from the other end of her phone.

It turns out the person who was showing off their skills was a girl. She played well, but she was too exaggerated.

She heard Shi Youxi ignore the girl's greeting, take a few steps, and start fiddling with something.

"What are you doing?"

"Find the music stand."

"Oh, what piece are you rehearsing?"

Mu Yiran asked casually, looking out the car window at the roadside stalls. She hadn't seen the uncle selling them since the start of the semester.

"The Song of the G String".

"Oh ho, is that the song that girl just played? You two played it together?"

"Not that one."

Mu Yiran didn't understand. She thought back and realized that what she had just played was indeed an aria on the G string, also known as the G-string Song.

Although she hasn't touched a piano in a long time, she's not so bad as to have forgotten this basic knowledge.

So she insisted, "Yes."

"No." Shi Youxi was equally firm.

Mu Yiran: "..." Is this guy deliberately contradicting her?

"Young Master, you're doing this on purpose..."

"My playing won't sound that bad."

Mu Yiran: "..."

Even if you're disgusted, you don't have to be so blunt. The girl is right there next to you.

Mu Yiran sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. Just then, she saw a cart of tornado potatoes set up on the side of the street.

It's still served with grilled sausage!

Wuhu!

She pulled a few coins from her skirt pocket and was about to get off the bus when she called to say she couldn't buy anything.

"Well, young master, you can continue practicing. I won't disturb you any longer."

Shi Youxi took the music stand that was pushed over from the side, and realized that Mu Yiran was about to hang up the phone. He frowned, pursed his lips to suppress his dissatisfaction, and thought that he should finish the rehearsal as soon as possible.

Shi Youxi: "Okay, then, sister, you..."

"Hey my sweet honey~"

Shi Youxi: "?!"

The voice of a strange man.

Who are you calling sweetheart?

Sister!

Mu Yiran across from them couldn't hide her joy, clearly indicating that she had already started talking to the man who spoke broken English.

Only then did the girl realize she hadn't hung up. "Oh, well, young master, I'll hang up now, bye—"

Shi Youxi: "You stay by my side until I finish rehearsal, and you're not allowed to go anywhere!"

Guan Shiyan, standing next to him, clumsily handled the piano stand, making a lot of noise. Shi You ripped off his earphone cord and shouted into his phone.

Mu Yiran was startled by the loud cry and choked on the sausage she had swallowed. The stall owner, a blond young man, saw this and ran over to pat Mu Yiran on the back.

Mu Yiran choked on a potato chip, making "yue~yue~" noises incessantly.

The scene was so bizarre that even the blond guy covered his mouth and yucked.

Passersby were used to this kind of street art, but some still thought the roadside stall was not very clean.

Look, even the boss himself has fallen victim to it.

Shi Youxi indirectly caused Tornado Potatoes to lose all its business on the street by his own efforts, but of course, that happened later.

At this moment, inside the music room.

Hengqian and Guan Shiyan both looked surprised after hearing what the boy said.

Heng Qian suppressed her shyness and approached Shi Youxi with a reserved expression. Following his words, she sat down next to the boy and took the rosin from Shi Youxi's hand.

"Shi, let me help you."

Guan Shiyan, standing to the side, watched as the girl's hand brushed against Shi Youxi's well-defined fingers, seemingly without being there.

Shi! You're not clean anymore!

Guan Shiyan was conflicted. In the comics he read, the younger brothers were always clearing away all the trash and obstacles for their older brothers.

Heng Qian was originally one of those people who needed to be eliminated, but now, he can't even tell which kind of trash she is.

While he hesitated, Shi Youxi finally realized that the person sitting next to him was not Guan Shiyan.

Shi Youxi took a big step to the side, then took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her fingers that Heng Qian had touched, while silently watching Guan Shiyan.

A gaze that penetrates the soul.

Guan Shiyan's servility was once again aroused. He quickly stepped forward, moved the zither stand to the other side of Shi Youxi, and then stood between Shi Youxi and Heng Qian with a keen eye.

Heng Qian: "..."

Although Shi Youxi didn't say anything, his actions clearly showed his disdain for her. And why was she wiping her hands?

She smells so good!

Hengqian was still a young girl after all. She lost face after being treated coldly, and her tone and expression were no longer as gentle as before.

"Student Shi, didn't you tell me to sit next to you? What does this mean?"

"And..." She glanced at Guan Shiyan, who was standing there like a bodyguard, and snorted, "We still have rehearsals to do. This student is probably in the way."

Guan Shiyan was already used to these sarcastic remarks, but he felt a little wronged in front of Shi Youxi. He lacked confidence, after all, he had been the one pestering Shi Youxi for so many days, and even their friendship was something he presumptuously assumed.

just in case……

What should I do if my classmate also feels that he's in the way...?

Guan Shiyan lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyebrows and eyes, trying to hide his helplessness and panic.

"Come here."

Shi Youxi said coldly.

Student Shi still chose Hengqian...

Guan Shiyan pretended to be calm and stepped aside. He had experienced this kind of thing many times before, so there was nothing surprising about it.

Heng Qian was not surprised at all. A hint of smugness flashed in her eyes, and her arrogance made her look like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

She stood up gracefully and walked over.

"It's not you."

Shi Youxi smelled that pungent perfume scent again. He stretched out his index finger and thumb and pinched Guan Shiyan's sleeve to pull him back. "I'm talking to you. She smells terrible."

Guan Shiyan: "Ah! It just so happens that I smell good."

Shi Youxi: "..."

As he listened to Mu Yiran's intermittent voice through his earphones, he placed his phone on the piano stand.

The boy easily grasped the bow, took out another piece of rosin and slowly wiped it. His eyes were lowered, his expression was gentle, but the words he spoke were more foul than Hengqian's constipated excrement.

“Hey you, if you play like that and it sounds awful, that’s what’s in the way.”

"besides..."

Shi Youxi unplugged the earphone cord, turned to look at Heng Qian, her phoenix eyes as still as dead water, "If you touch me again, I'll cut off that finger of yours."

Guan Shiyan: "..."

Heng Qian: "......."

fuck!

Fuck your mother, fuck your father, fuck you every day day night! !

Hengqian mentally cursed Shi Youxi's parents in all the international languages ​​she had learned, and finally swallowed her anger and sat down at the piano.

With everything ready, Shi Youxi plugged the earphone back into his phone. The call was still going on, and he became excited. "Sister, I'm going to start."

Hengqian couldn't wait to play the intro, and the tone was more stable than the first time. During the interlude, Guan Shiyan quietly leaned over and asked the boy sitting next to him.

"Shi, why aren't you playing the sheet music?" On the piano stand he had painstakingly moved over, there was only a cell phone sitting there all by itself.

Shi Youxi heard Mu Yiran's soulless praise in her ears. Her sister was doing something and her breathing was a little rapid.

As the interlude ended, he raised his bow, and the rich, elegant cello tone sounded like heavenly music soothing a restless soul.

Guan Shiyan overheard the boy's reply.

"unnecessary."