Liu Hui's tone carried a sense of shock, as if she were saying, "You're practically illiterate."

She's a genius! A true genius!

She won the gold medal in the National Youth Competition at the age of fifteen!

Last year, he even received a full scholarship offer from the Curtis Institute of Music!

Do you know Curtis? It's the alma mater of the piano god, Lang Shen!

The music conservatory with the lowest acceptance rate in the world!

Wu Di was a little dizzy from the barrage of titles, his mouth agape in disbelief:

"Is it...that amazing?"

"It's not just cows!"

Liu Hui became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she were the one standing on the stage.

"When my previous piano teacher gave lessons..."

They all used her performance videos as teaching materials to explain things to us! She's someone who lives out of textbooks!

Several boys around who initially didn't care,

Upon hearing the word "textbook," a look of profound respect naturally appeared on their faces.

At this age, to be described by one's peers as "living in a textbook" is something one can achieve.

That would basically make them godlike beings.

Lin Que looked at Liu Hui's eyes, which were filled with adoration bordering on fanaticism.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

textbook?

If Liu Hui knew that this aloof "textbook" teacher was actually someone who would be embarrassed if caught stealing plum blossom cakes,

Or is she still the foodie who posts piano-smashing emojis every day and complains about how tight her dress is?

I wonder if this arts and culture committee member's ideal image will shatter completely.

"Alright, alright, quiet down!"

The roar of Dean Fei Yuncheng drowned out the murmurs of the crowd.

The principal continued speaking from the stage:

"...This exchange meeting is mainly to provide college application consultation and professional guidance for our second and third year high school art students."

Of course, this is a rare opportunity, and the school hopes that everyone can experience the influence of art.

The specific arrangements will be announced by your homeroom teacher when you get back. Dismissed!

At this command, the playground instantly erupted in chaos.

On the way back to the classroom,

The focus of the conversation has completely shifted from "it's freezing" to "Ye Xi".

"Hey, what does Ye Xi look like?"

"You must have a very refined air about you to play the piano so well!"

"Of course, I've seen the poster, she's a true goddess."

I heard that her family is a musical family from Nanjing.

My grandfather was a conductor of the older generation; is this what they call a wealthy heiress?

Lin Que walked slowly at the back of the crowd, his hands in his pockets.

Listening to these mythical tales, he suddenly found them quite interesting.

The "Beethoven on the run" on the internet is real, and so is the "Piano Witch" on stage.

Just like him.

Lin Que, who spends his days sitting in the classroom working on science practice papers,

At night, he is a dream weaver who taps on the keyboard to construct hell, and occasionally he is also the gentle navigator who ferryes people across the world through words.

Everyone has several faces.

Some people fight for survival, others for freedom.

"Brother Que, what are you thinking about? Your smile is so... creepy."

Wu Di leaned closer and shivered.

Lin Que glanced at him, then took out a chewing gum from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.

"I'm thinking about it."

Lin Que looked at the distant sky.

"Do you think that if the fairies in the sky got really hungry, they'd also have to squat down at a roadside stall and grab a couple of skewers of lamb kidneys?"

"ah?"

Wu Di reached out and touched Lin Que's forehead.

"Brother Que, have you gone mad from the cold? Why are you talking nonsense?!"

Lin Que did not explain.

I just glanced up at the uniquely designed art building with red bricks and white tiles in the distance.

This weekend looks like it's going to be quite lively.

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