The phone in my pocket was vibrating wildly, buzzing incessantly.
Lin Que exerted tremendous effort,
He finally broke through the encirclement of that group of students with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, who wished they could crack open his brain to see its structure.
He ducked into the toilet stall and locked the door behind him.
I took out my phone and looked at it, and wow!
The news was bombarding us with stories of Beethoven on the run.
The last picture was truly heartbreaking.
These should have been delicate, beautiful hands that never had to lift a finger.
It's swollen like a carrot now, especially the side of my little finger.
She had two cartoon bandages on her face; it looked painful.
[Beethoven on the run]: [Crying][Crying] Look! Is this something a human being would do?
[Beethoven on the run]: That bald professor forced me to practice the "Hungarian Rhapsody," and my hands are about to fall apart!
This isn't playing the piano; it's clearly practicing Iron Palm on the piano keys!
[Beethoven on the run]: My hand is about to swell up like a pig's trotter!
Lin Que stared at the screen, his shoulders twitching slightly involuntarily.
I almost burst out laughing.
Who would have thought that the aloof and elegant piano prodigy on stage...
In private, she's actually a "drama queen" who doesn't want to practice piano and only knows how to throw tantrums.
Fingers flew across the keyboard.
【木欮】: Not quite pig's trotters, at most it's braised chicken feet.
Remember to apply ice, otherwise it will definitely swell up like a bear's paw tomorrow.
Then, a voice message came through.
[Beethoven on the run]: Lin! Teacher! Do you even know how to have a conversation?! Where's your emotional intelligence?
[Beethoven on the run]: I'm in such a miserable state, and you're still craving my chicken feet... Ugh, you're calling me chicken feet!
Lin Que leaned against the partition and burst out laughing.
[Muqi]: Okay, stop playing the victim.
Judging by your energy, five bursts per second, you're far from being crippled. You can probably train for another two hours.
There was a three-second silence on the other end.
Immediately afterwards, a meme of a "tough guy kneeling and begging for mercy" was sent over.
[Beethoven on the run]: By the way, have you released the preliminary results over there?
My grandfather told me that this year's exam was a real trap, and many top students failed to answer it correctly.
Lin Que raised an eyebrow.
pit?
Lin Que originally wanted to mention the selection process.
But I felt it was too high-profile, and it would be difficult to explain to this girl.
What if she finds out that I'm the ruthless person who turned a "happy occasion" into a crazy farce?
Who knows what strange persona Master Lin will conjure up in their minds: "having experienced all the vicissitudes of life and seen through the illusions of the world."
In life, being low-key is the most awesome way to show off.
Lin Que replied casually.
【木欮】: It's alright, I passed.
[Beethoven on the run]: Passed? Was it grade B or grade A?
【木欮】: I didn't look at it closely, as long as I can get into the semi-finals, that's fine.
The other side clearly didn't think much of it, and their attention was instantly diverted.
[Beethoven on the run]: Good thing it's over! When is the semi-final? Are you still in Wuhan?
[Muqi]: Next month, on the 10th. The location has changed; the provincial semi-finals will all be held in Nanjing.
The message was sent in less than 0.1 seconds.
The message "The other party is typing" at the top of the chat box never stopped.
Immediately following this was an extremely excited emoji.
A cat was shaking its head wildly, leaving afterimages.
[Beethoven on the run]: Nanjing?!
[Beethoven on the run]: Hahahaha! Master Lin! You've finally fallen into my hands!
[Beethoven on the run]: Last time in Jiangcheng, you treated me to a big meal at your house. This time, since we're on my turf, you have to make arrangements!
[Beethoven on the run]: The pork belly noodles at that alley in Laomendong are absolutely amazing! And that one too…
...
My phone keeps vibrating.
Lin Que looked at the list of dishes on the screen.
It's as if you can smell the rich, lively atmosphere and aroma of sesame oil from the streets of Nanjing, even through the screen.
Ye Xi, who was surrounded by an artistic family and a halo of fame,
I only truly feel like a seventeen-year-old girl when I'm talking about food.
[Muqi]: Okay, I'll empty my stomach and wait for Guide Ye to take me flying.
[Beethoven on the run]: It's a deal! Whoever stands me up is a dog! [Pinky promise]
Put away your phone.
The screen is still hot.
Lin Que pushed open the door to the cubicle, and the corridor outside was still the same world of people going crazy for the college entrance examination.
These few messages, however, added a bit of hope to the otherwise monotonous days of exam preparation.
...
In the days that followed, time seemed to speed up.
A week has passed in the blink of an eye.
The wind in Jiangcheng was just starting to warm up, while in the mountain city a thousand miles away...
The largest Xinhua Bookstore was already packed with people, shoulder to shoulder.
It was the weekend, and the bestselling book booth was surrounded by young people, who were even more eager to grab discounted eggs than they were to buy them.
The central spot of the booth was piled up like a small, dark blue mountain.
On the cover, there is a lone boat, the River of Oblivion, and a glimmer of light.
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