Chapter 509: Shu Ning's Talent When Shen Qingling heard Gu Luo say, "There's no comparison between you and Shu Ning in violin," the corners of his eyes instantly tightened, his chin, which had been slightly raised, retracted, and the light in his pupils grew a little colder.
She has always been proud, believing that her violin skills have already reached the master level, but she was surprised to be evaluated like this.
You know, no matter how talented Luo Shuning is, the violin is just her hobby. She became famous through singing and piano.
Shen Qingling immediately ignored Ren Lei who was clenching her fists and was about to hit someone. He clasped the edge of the violin case with his fingertips, opened it with a "click", and took out the violin again.
The body of the zither was pressed against her forearm as she passed it directly to Luo Shuning. Her arm was as tight as a pencil, and the provocation and curiosity in her eyes were not concealed at all. If that was the case, then let's compete. She wanted to see how much ability Minister Luo had hidden to be so highly regarded by Gu Luo and Li Yinchuan.
Luo Shuning's fingertips curled lightly at her side, and she looked up at Gu Luo first.
Her boyfriend stood not far from the classroom door, his eyes fixed on her, without a trace of worry, revealing a firm trust.
These eyes are like a ball of warm light.
The hesitation in Luo Shuning's heart disappeared instantly. He slowly exhaled and reached out to take the violin.
When the body of the guitar fell into her palm, her posture changed quietly - her originally gentle back slowly straightened, her shoulders relaxed but not collapsed, her left hand gently supported the neck of the guitar, and the moment her left hand grasped the bow, the strength of her knuckles revealed a sense of skilled control.
The next second, she closed her eyes.
The air around me seemed to be frozen.
Luo Shuning, who had just been somewhat lazy and gentle, had transformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The long hair that had originally hung on her shoulders seemed to be tightened along with her aura. The emanation from her body was no longer the friendliness of a club leader, but a kind of nobility and sharpness that came from years of immersion in music. It was like a dormant queen finally opening her eyes, her whole body wrapped in a light that made people dare not look away.
It had been a long time since she had played the violin, or rather an instrument, so seriously. Her attention was usually on her studies, clubs, and helping Gu Luo with household chores. Most of the time, the violin was just left in the practice room gathering dust, but the memory of the strings on her fingertips had long been engraved in her bones.
The moment the bow touched the strings, the first note struck everyone's ears - it was also "Night of Confession", and Shen Qingling's performance was elegant and virtuosic, with each syllable as precise as if measured with a ruler, revealing the sharpness of a young man.
Luo Shuning's piano music carries a heavy warmth.
Her wrist turned gently, and the bow slid across the strings at a speed that was sometimes slow and sometimes fast. When she hummed, it was like moonlight flowing across the lake, long and gentle; when it reached a climax, it was like starlight exploding, powerful but not harsh. Each tremolo was wrapped in delicate emotions, as if telling a story hidden in the melody.
Everyone's reaction was even more intense than when Shen Qingling played before: the girl leaning against the window subconsciously clenched the music score in her hand; Ren Lei, who had originally crossed her arms and had a cold face, opened her mouth slightly, and the hostility towards Shen Qingling and dissatisfaction with Gu Luo in her eyes had long disappeared, leaving only surprise.
As her closest friend, even she didn't know that Luo Shuning's violin had reached such a level.
You know, Qu Meimei used to get upset all the time. At that time, whenever Luo Shuning performed the violin in public, she would never make trouble.
But why is this?
Even Li Qingchi, who was watching the fun at the beginning, forgot to chew the gum in his mouth and just stared at Luo Shuning's back, with goose bumps all over his body - the sound of the piano seemed to have magic, which could penetrate into the softest part of people's hearts and make people empathize with them.
Gu Luo stood there, stunned like everyone else.
He knew that Luo Shuning could play the violin, but he had never heard her play with such devotion.
She looked very focused with her eyes closed, her eyelashes casting light shadows under her eyes, her body swaying gently to the melody, and the bow seemed to come alive in her hands.
For a moment, he seemed to see the lovely little girl hiding in the piano room many years ago. Even though her fingertips were sore, she refused to stop and said, "I want to play the most beautiful piano for Mom and Dad."
When the song ended and the last note dissipated in the air, Luo Shuning slowly opened his eyes.
She put down the bow, and gently touched the still trembling strings with her fingertips, her eyes still showing a gentleness that was detached from the music.
The classroom was so quiet that one could hear the sound of wind blowing through leaves outside the window.
Shen Qingling stood there, still holding the buckle of the guitar case in his hand, but his eyes were closed.
Originally, she thought Luo Shuning was just "okay" at best, but the depth and emotion in the piano music just now were a level she had never reached even after practicing for more than ten years.
My own showmanship is like a sharp knife, and Luo Shuning's piano sound is like warm jade. The knife can cut the surface, but the jade can penetrate into the heart.
Shen Qingling opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat was tight and he couldn't utter a word.
"Minister...you're too awesome! You've been playing the pig and eating the tiger all this time!"
After a long while, a fellow sophomore, who was once a member of the music club, spoke quietly, his voice full of admiration.
These words were like opening the floodgates. The classroom instantly exploded with exclamations and praises. Even Ren Lei hurried over and patted Luo Shuning on the shoulder, her face full of excitement.
"Baby, you're so good at hiding it! Why haven't I seen you play like this before?"
Luo Shuning just smiled and handed the violin back to Shen Qingling. His tone was still gentle, but with a hint of dominance that could not be concealed: "I haven't practiced for a long time, so my hands are still a little raw."
But everyone can see the light in that smile - it is the confidence nurtured by trust, and the true strength hidden under gentleness.
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