bioinnovel Chapter 65 My hands are itching!
Chapter 65 My hands are itching!
Inside the tiered classroom.
The originally noisy commotion was suddenly cut off as if by an invisible hand.
Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the corner of the back row.
There were two people standing there.
One is Zhang Yan, a "celebrity" who attracted attention as soon as he returned to school.
The other one is Lin Qingxue, the president of the music club, who wears a white dress and has a cool and aloof demeanor.
This scene is so impactful.
Many boys dropped their pens on the ground and forgot to pick them up.
Lin Qingxue handed over the gold-embossed invitation with both hands, her back ramrod straight, but her eyes revealed a rare stubbornness.
"Junior Zhang Yan."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried far in the quiet classroom.
"The music club cordially invites you to join."
"As long as you're willing to come, even if you don't participate in daily rehearsals, we hope to hire you as a... special instructor."
Special guidance?
Why should a freshman in college mentor a group of arrogant art students?
The surrounding chatter instantly erupted.
"Holy crap, Goddess Lin really went all out!"
"A mentor? That's practically on par with a professor, isn't it?"
"There's no way around it, that piano performance at the welcome party was just too amazing. Even if I were the club president, I'd be speechless."
Everyone felt that this was already giving them plenty of face, and no normal man would refuse.
Zhang Yan merely glanced at the invitation.
He didn't even make a move to take his hands out of his pockets.
"Not interested."
Three words.
Cold, direct, and leaving no room for negotiation.
He's now obsessed with that woman from Cloudtop Manor.
Nie Qingcheng was still at home waiting for him to come back for "tutoring," so how could he have the time to play house with these kids?
Lin Qingxue's hand froze in mid-air.
A flicker of surprise crossed her beautiful face, which quickly turned bright red.
This was the first time in her life that she had been rejected so decisively.
"Zhang Yan!"
Lin Qingxue bit her lip, her stubborn, artistic young woman spirit kicking in.
She took back the invitation, stepped forward, and stared intently into Zhang Yan's eyes.
"I know you're good at it, it's okay if you don't like the music club."
"But you can't insult our passion for music."
She turned around and waved to a member of the commune next to her.
Soon, a portable electronic keyboard was moved to the desk.
Power on and turn on the machine.
Lin Qingxue pointed at the piano keys, her tone tinged with a hint of defiance.
"Right here."
"You don't need to play any grand pieces."
"As long as you can play a short piece, making me feel that you genuinely don't have time, and it's not just arrogance..."
"From now on, at school, I, Lin Qingxue, will avoid you completely! I will absolutely not bother you!"
This is a coup attempt.
She was also gambling with her dignity as a talented female musician.
The classroom instantly erupted in excitement.
"Play one! Play one!"
"Yan-ge, don't be a coward! Show off your skills to the school beauty!"
Wang Hao, always eager for a good show, stood on a chair waving his chubby hands and shouted, "Brother Yan, let them see what a 'dimensional reduction attack' really looks like!"
Zhang Yan glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.
That was a gift from Nie Qingcheng, reminding him to go home early.
If this drags on any longer, that clingy female CEO might just show up at the school.
"trouble."
Zhang Yan frowned and uttered two words in a low voice.
Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, he walked up to the somewhat cheap-looking electronic keyboard.
There was no sound check.
He did not adjust his sitting posture.
He simply pulled over a chair and sat down, placing one hand on the piano keys.
Everyone held their breath, anticipating another furious performance of the Croatian Rhapsody.
however.
"Ding-ling—"
The moment the first note was played, the entire audience was stunned.
Followed by.
It's a melody so familiar it's almost unbearable.
"Für Elise".
This is an introductory piece for piano beginners; even roadside sprinkler trucks play it.
"this one?"
A boy in the front row was about to sneer.
But his smile froze on his face the moment the second measure began.
A simple melody flowed from Zhang Yan's fingertips.
There was no showing off.
There are no complicated chords.
But the simple sound of the black and white keys striking each other seemed to have come to life.
It is no longer that overplayed etude.
It's like an old man in his twilight years, flipping through a faded, yellowed photograph.
It's like a heartbroken teenager lighting a cigarette alone on a rainy night.
That was an extreme kind of loneliness.
A regret that can instantly pierce the eardrum and reach the softest corner of the heart.
The classroom was deathly silent.
Those who were originally prepared to laugh at the spectacle now had their mouths agape and their eyes wide open in disbelief.
Some people felt a lump in their throat, inexplicably remembering their first love whom they could no longer contact.
Some people's eyes welled up with tears, as they recalled that summer that would forever remain in their memories.
True skill lies in simplicity.
A heavy sword has no edge.
When the skill reaches its peak, what remains is simply the release of emotion.
Lin Qingxue stood in the closest spot.
She was the most affected.
Her face, which had originally held a hint of defiance, was now deathly pale, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
She's an expert.
Therefore, she knew better than anyone how terrifying the control required to play "Für Elise" like that.
This is no longer playing the piano.
This is a story.
With musical notes, they dragged out everyone's soul and rubbed it into the ground.
The song ended.
The lingering echo of the last note slowly dissipated in the air.
Zhang Yan withdrew his hand, his expression calm as if nothing had happened.
He didn't look at his classmates who were lost in their emotions, nor did he look at Lin Qingxue, who was standing there dumbfounded.
He picked up his schoolbag and slung it over his shoulder.
As he passed by Lin Qingxue, he paused slightly and uttered a light, casual remark.
"Is this your pride?"
"It's too crispy."
After saying that, he strode out of the classroom.
Until his figure completely disappeared.
No one spoke in the classroom.
After an unknown amount of time, a suppressed sob was heard.
Everyone turned to look.
The proud music club goddess, Lin Qingxue, was now covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
That was the despair after being utterly crushed, and also the trembling after witnessing a miracle...
……
I walked out of the teaching building.
The autumn wind blowing on his face made Zhang Yan feel much more awake.
He took out his phone, about to send a message to Nie Qingcheng saying that he would be back soon.
Two figures suddenly darted out from the green belt next to them.
They were two boys in the same class.
Their faces were pale, and their foreheads were covered in sweat, as if they had just run a kilometer.
"Zhang...Zhang Yan! Don't go any further!"
One of the boys was panting heavily, clinging tightly to Zhang Yan's arm, his voice trembling.
"What?" Zhang Yan put away his phone without even lifting his eyelids.
"The cafeteria...over there..."
The boy swallowed hard, pointed to the intersection ahead, his eyes filled with fear.
"They're all from the physical education department."
"It was the captain of the school basketball team who led the charge, saying they wanted to avenge Li Zifeng."
"They all seem to be carrying weapons."
"Zhang Yan, run! These PE students don't know their own strength; someone could really die!"
Zhang Yan looked in the direction he was pointing.
In the distance, a group of tall figures wearing jerseys could be vaguely seen blocking the intersection, holding baseball bats and looking menacing.
An ordinary student would probably be trembling with fear by now.
But Zhang Yan only glanced at it indifferently.
He reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder, then pulled his arm away.
"run?"
Zhang Yan straightened his collar, a playful smile curving his lips.
"Perfect."
"I just finished playing the piano, and my hands are a little itchy."
"Take them and loosen up your muscles."