"Lin Que, you're a good person in every way, except for your mouth, it's so annoying!"
"You flatter me, it's just a professional habit."
The two sneaked back to the side entrance of Yiyuan Building like thieves at exactly 1:30.
As soon as I entered the lobby, I saw Fei Yuncheng holding a walkie-talkie.
He wandered around, sweating profusely, shouting:
"Where is Lin Que? Has anyone seen Lin Que? Where did he take the guests?"
If I lose them, I…
Lin Que reacted quickly, pulling Ye Xi into the stairwell next door and letting her slip up on her own.
He straightened his red vest and swaggered out.
Lin Que leaned against a pillar and yawned.
"Director Fei, I just went home to get something."
Fei Yuncheng turned around and saw Lin Que, and his anger flared up immediately:
"What is it that takes so long to get?"
Never mind, the leaders will be here soon. This afternoon is an internal performance exchange meeting.
Professor Yu specifically asked Ye Xi to try out the piano, but where is she?
"They're here, they're here."
Ye Xi emerged from the stairwell, her coat already off and draped over her arm.
The jar of pickled garlic was also hidden in the backpack in the lounge.
The lazy, carefree expression on her face vanished instantly.
Instead, there was that standard, impeccable artist's smile.
"Sorry, I just adjusted my state."
Ye Xi nodded slightly.
Fei Yuncheng was about to get angry, but then he remembered what happened that morning.
He immediately put on a smiling face:
"Oh...it's alright, Ye, the practice room is ready."
You can use this time to familiarize yourself with the area.
The concert-level practice rooms are on the third floor.
The heavy soundproof door closed, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.
In the center of the room, the black Steinway grand piano, worth nearly seven figures, stood quietly.
Ye Xi walked over, her fingers gently stroking the lid of the zither, her eyes becoming somewhat complicated.
What do you want to play?
Lin Que leaned against the door, watching her.
"Professor Yu has been telling me since yesterday that he wants to hear Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2."
Ye Xi sat down on the piano bench, opened the piano lid, and the sound was somewhat faint.
"That... could be considered my signature song, but it's also my curse."
"If you don't want to play, then don't play."
Lin Que shrugged.
"Anyway, no one's here now, and the room is soundproof, so even if you play 'Two Tigers,' no one will bother you."
Ye Xi turned her head, looked at Lin Que, and suddenly grinned, a smile that carried a hint of ruthlessness.
"Who wants to play with the tiger?"
She took a deep breath, raised her hands sharply, and then brought them down heavily.
"when--!!!"
The instant the first note hits the ground,
Lin Que's eyebrows twitched.
It's neither elegant classical music nor an etude.
It was a chaotic yet tense string of bass chords.
Ye Xi's body swayed violently to the rhythm, her long hair flying everywhere.
Fingers danced wildly across the black and white keys, moving so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
The music wasn't flowing out; it was being smashed out.
The booming low frequencies sound like a trapped wild beast pounding against its cage.
There's only emotion, no skill.
Ye Xi's long hair swayed with her body.
Every keystroke felt like breaking the black and white keys.
Lin Que leaned against the door, listening to the string of noise that had no melody whatsoever, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
This isn't playing the piano; it's clearly cursing.
As the song ended, the last note lingered in the air for a long time.
Ye Xi's chest heaved violently, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She turned her head and looked at Lin Que:
"How about this? This is the one I wanted to play."
"Good."
Lin Que gave a thumbs up.
"You can tell from his voice that he was swearing a lot."
Ye Xi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Just then.
"Click".
The doorknob of the music room suddenly turned.
Ye Xi's smile froze instantly, as if she had been put on pause.
The door opened.
Professor Yu Yan stood at the door, holding a musical score in his hand.
The sharp gaze behind those tortoiseshell glasses pierced directly at Ye Xi, who was sitting on the piano bench.
"That part just now..."
Professor Yu Yan frowned as he walked in step by step.
"Did you play it?"
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