Chapter 3 She's so kind
As she stepped off the stage to the thunderous applause, Meng Er noticed the attention she was receiving and felt a little impatient.
But considering the school's friendly attitude and the resources it had promised, she suppressed her impatience.
With a simple turn, one can leave the auditorium through the door beside the stage and exit through the internal passage, thus avoiding unnecessary attention.
Meng Er is busy every day.
The consciousness of a soul awakens in two bodies. At first, she is confused and disoriented as an infant, but soon she is drinking milk at different frequencies at the same time.
They share a common vision but can think at different frequencies, take different actions, and say different things at the same time.
It's like playing a game with two accounts running simultaneously.
The large Lianyi is bound to a destiny by an outline, possessing flowers and gems that are destined to be lost.
Xiao Hao Meng Er was abandoned in front of an orphanage; although poor, he was not lonely.
The director, the uncles and aunts in the hospital, and her friends who shared the same fate of being abandoned.
They pitied their poor five-year-old daughter who often "disconnected," and often accommodatingly gave her the only old-fashioned television set, letting her sit in front of it all day long while watching boring news.
Knowing the inevitable end for her main account, in addition to her retirement plan, she also created a pension insurance plan for her alternate account – version 1.0.
In her past life, she was just an ordinary stock trader, as low-key as a shadow, blending into every financial war, hiding among the wolves and biting off pieces of bloody flesh.
Her impoverished and destitute family background led her to always trust only her own judgment and to relentlessly pursue money.
But what happened next was like fate playing a cruel joke on us and then offering an apology.
She died suddenly, but then opened her eyes again.
Fortunately, she really liked the gift.
She wouldn't refuse to recreate the achievements of her past life while also enjoying a completely different one.
Therefore, when five-year-old Lianyi was disliked by cats and dogs, and a group of children with tears in their eyes were scolded by their parents for having to befriend her.
Xiao Meng'er picked up a violin donated by volunteers and played a serenade in the backyard. This scene and the music were captured by the camera recording the event.
Twelve-year-old Lian Yi didn't care that her fingers were covered in melted chocolate. She touched and pinched her tall, slender older brother, whom she knew from a previous life. She admired his serious and earnest expression, which made her face slightly flushed. When he grabbed her hand and scolded her, she was surprised.
Meng Er stood before the renowned piano master Portney, her small face calm and composed, listening to the old man's heartfelt praise of her.
The smaller account is gradually demonstrating its abilities according to plan, while the larger account is also gradually courting disaster and becoming annoying according to plan.
To ensure that the main account can avoid being suppressed and vented on by the real heiress's fishpond and those who have held a grudge against her over the years after the ending, the secondary account naturally needs to be excellent enough.
Leaving aside the possibility of a female supporting character turning the tables and taking the lead in an unconventional way, at least the main character should be able to continue living a life of luxury, instead of actually ending up on the streets scavenging for food.
Considering Dahao's current predicament, it's safe to say that anyone could easily find someone to criticize her for thousands or even tens of thousands of words. Meng Er smiled inwardly.
If it weren't for this incident, she really wouldn't have known that she was so good at attracting hatred.
Passing through the door, you enter the corridor inside the Great Hall of the People.
Walking here, you will occasionally encounter some student council members or students from school clubs. Without exception, they will look at her with inquisitive and curious eyes, either directly or subtly.
Clearly, these proud students couldn't help but feel curious and even make comparisons with this newly arrived student representative.
"Hello Meng, I am a student council member. Your speech on stage just now was excellent."
A girl walked towards them, stopped in front of Meng Er with a clear purpose, and smiled at her gracefully.
“Some members of the association are very interested in you and specifically sent me to invite you over so that everyone can meet and get to know each other. You just transferred to this school, and I believe you need to make more new friends, so this is a great opportunity.”
Student council?
It reminded her of some immature yet highly bureaucratic scenes.
Meng Er raised her wrist to glance at the time, and the cheap, gleaming watch flashed before the other person's eyes.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. She gently shook her head, met the other person's slightly frozen smile, and said her refusal, "I have something to do. Let's get to know each other another time."
The girl took a deep breath, clearly not expecting to be rejected, and said with a somewhat forced smile:
"It's rare that everyone has some free time. Meng, you may not know that our Jingyun Student Union is very different from the student unions of most schools. We've had contact and exchanges, and I'm sure you'll know that this is not a waste of time."
If it weren't for her sudden emergence and squeezing out those privileged students who each had their own supporters, they would never have been interested in a transfer student admitted through special admissions.
The fact that she was chosen as a student representative proves that she definitely has exceptional qualities.
But for those people in the club who were always arrogant and haughty, the girl knew that they would be more interested in seeing this rejection as a proud provocation than in a dull and boring start to a friendly exchange.
It's not necessarily because they harbored much malice, and it's hard to say who was really testing the strength of this special admission student and was just paving the way.
Meng Er nodded politely, ignoring the girl's hesitation, and walked past her toward the exit.
She is genuinely busy every day; she doesn't pretend to be aloof or profound.
There are only two years left until the story officially begins when the characters turn twenty.
Even though she hadn't read many novels in her previous life, Meng Er could still see from the plot outlines she received on her main account how many tricks the male lead candidates would use to win the favor of their beloved.
In fact, Meng Er had witnessed firsthand more than once how crazy decisions men with money and power could make under the influence of their mating instincts.
I've finally turned eighteen, and it's time to start many long-shelved plans.
Only when the smaller account rolls as much as possible can the larger account recklessly act recklessly.
There might be people at this school worth getting to know, but it's highly unlikely that they will be these 'outstanding students' who have a high level of self-importance but look really immature.
Meng Er did not go straight back to the classroom, but instead headed towards Building A3.
The third floor here is entirely dedicated to computer labs for students. Both the public and individual computer labs are equipped with top-of-the-line computers, but users are only allowed to access websites and social media.
The 4090 graphics card was only good for playing Flash games, and was often jokingly referred to by Jingyun students as "Lu Bu riding a dog".
The spacious computer room, with its sparsely spaced seating, had a few students scattered around. Meng Er's arrival didn't attract much attention. She found a quiet corner, swiped her student card, and waited for the computer to boot up.
Her rejection of the student council girl's invitation was not a refusal.
Upon logging into the ST social networking app, the time in the lower right corner showed that it was already 2:30, and a notification for a multi-person video call popped up.
"Hey! Meng, you really should come and see how successful our performance was today, and how much applause you deserve!"
A woman's slightly boastful voice, tinged with laughter, came through the earphones. Her fluent London accent was high-pitched due to her excitement and exhilaration.
In several video frames, people of different skin colors appeared rapidly, all with the same excited and thrilled expression on their faces, their bright eyes fixed on the face of the Chinese girl from the distant East.
Although there was no requirement to keep the computer room quiet, in this relatively quiet atmosphere, Meng Er smiled slightly and said softly, "Congratulations to everyone, your era has begun."
In front of a computer not far away, the screen had already fallen into a dark sleep state.
A slightly curly-haired boy was lying in front of it, wearing a suit jacket draped over his shoulders. The tall boy was crouched between the chair and the table, looking somewhat aggrieved.
Seemingly disturbed by the sound, it moved its head.
Before the woman in the video could speak, the other people, their faces flushed from drinking, started chattering away in their own languages, making the noise in the headphones sound like a bustling market.
Meng Er simply smiled as she looked at them. She knew very well that for these people in the orchestra who had been frustrated for many years, being able to successfully perform at La's, a concert hall that was hailed as one of the top three in the world, was a truly triumphant thing.
Even though he was dubbed an 'alternative musical monster' by the music industry.
After they finished venting their emotions, the group disappeared from their screens, then reappeared in the same frame, shouting and clinking glasses.
Meng Er's gaze shifted to a corner of the scene where a contented smile remained on the faces of the elderly people playing around.
“Teacher,” she said in French, blocking out the sounds from other video feeds.
The old man looked at her, his gaze filled with even greater relief, but also with a touch of complex emotion. "Have you made up your mind?"
Meng Er nodded, “The band’s current achievements have little to do with me anymore. Besides, as you know, what I’ve always wanted to do makes it impossible for me to face music with a pure heart.”
The old man was not surprised to hear this, but his feelings were complicated and hard to describe.
Thirteen years ago, by chance, he saw a video of a little Chinese girl playing the violin. The slightly blurry picture and rough sound quality, but the full emotion conveyed in the music, made him decide to contact the little girl.
Despite being a world-renowned musician, Portney was scorned by many in the industry who expressed disdain for associating with him.
There's no other reason than that the old man didn't "cherish his reputation" enough.
He was like a lawless old man who didn't follow the rules. The disciples he recruited were neither the descendants of celebrities and the wealthy nor geniuses who had fought their way up from top academies. Instead, they were ridiculously talented people from all walks of life who loved music.
Those who break the unspoken rules should be taught a lesson. Although no one dares to target Portney himself, his bands have experienced numerous setbacks.
Until one day, this seemingly busy little girl, who had a very low profile, suddenly handed in several sheet music scores.
Her unconventional choice of instruments, the blend of harmony and competition in her style, and the suggestions she made under the watchful eyes of dozens of people—
"Since all the major concert halls have rejected us, why don't we perform in the world's largest concert hall?"
"What I mean is, to do a live concert that no one has ever done before."
Capital would certainly not refuse a request from a world-renowned musician; what a great gimmick that would be.
Thus, a concert bearing Portney's name caused a sensation amidst much skepticism and ridicule.
Do you need to dress up in formal attire and walk into the concert hall with elegance to listen to classical music? The Portney Orchestra tells everyone that you can certainly do it while swirling a glass of red wine or opening a bottle of cola.
Before the criticisms from the academics could even be uttered, the explosive discussion and sensational effect made most of them wisely shut up quietly.
In Meng Er's view, this is simply because some people have been praised for too long, so they have forgotten that concerts are no longer a luxury entertainment activity that only adults are qualified to listen to.
Successful performances, one after another, finally allowed the Portney Orchestra to stand in the concert hall that had rejected them countless times.
This also brought Meng Er a share of the profits, amounting to nearly a million pounds.
Portney was never a pedantic person, but his eagerness to nurture talent led him to repeatedly urge Meng Er to continue down this path.
“I understand.” The old man said helplessly. “As for the letter of recommendation you requested, I will have it sent to Delia’s office after it is written. But I am really curious, why did you choose… finance?”
The old man's choice of words was too euphemistic. In fact, Delia, this well-known investor, was more often referred to as a "disgraceful hyena."
The band's success is not just a short-term gain; its growing popularity will bring her even more income and increased fame in the near future.
If Meng Er hadn't refused to represent the band, at least half of the band's fame and star power would belong to her today, since she composed all those imaginative musical scores.
Meng Er glanced down at the cheap-looking watch on her wrist and said, "Teacher, do you remember how I answered when you asked me what my dream was?"
The old man's wrinkled face paused for a moment, then a nostalgic smile appeared on his face as he recalled that small, frail figure, dressed in ill-fitting, faded old clothes, yet speaking with a serene expression—
"I will do everything in my power to pursue money, so that every one of me can stand before someone like you and realize my dreams."
"...Music is a haven where my spirit finds peace and rest."
What a kind child.
Who would question the sincerity and kindness of a girl with such pure and beautiful eyes when she said these words?
The old man had originally wanted to ask her what her plans were after contacting Delia, but in the end he didn't ask.
Meng Er's gaze was calm. He then chatted with the teacher who had laid part of the foundation for his plans, asking about his recent health.
The girl's accent was perfect, and her speech was fluent and familiar, flowing lightly in this corner of the computer room.
The boy, who had been fast asleep in front of the computer, rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up. Beneath his messy, slightly curly black hair, his handsome features showed a look of surprise.
The sounds from the corner abruptly ceased with a soft closing remark. He rubbed his thick, dark hair, and after a long while, raised an eyebrow with interest.
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