The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 40: Memories of Age 17 [Recommended to be enjoyed with music]

Wang Shishi led Zhang Muchen and Chu Jiuli to the music room.

An expensive and elegant grand piano stood quietly in the center of the room. Its body was jet black and shiny, like a work of art.

After Wang Shishi closed the door, the room was immediately isolated from the outside world.

The music room was professionally soundproofed, so quiet that only the soft breathing of the three people could be heard.

Wang Shishi walked straight to the piano and sat down on the bench. She adjusted her posture and placed her hands naturally on the keys.

Wow, I have to say, Wang Shishi really does have a bit of an artistic fairy vibe when she sits in front of the piano.

Zhang Muchen silently made his assessment.

"Speak, what do you want to hear?"

Wang Shishi smiled.

She has the air of an elegant piano girl.

"Wang Leehom, the sun and moon in my heart".

Wang Shishi nodded gently, picked up the sheet music from the side, and placed it steadily on the piano.

She herself really likes this song.

She adjusted her posture and took a deep breath. Wang Shishi quickly got into the zone.

Slender, fair fingers gently rested on the piano keys, their fingertips pressing down slightly, and the keys produced beautiful notes with each movement.

Like dewdrops in the morning breeze, gently sliding down.

The melody floated on like flowing water.

The intro to this song is only a dozen seconds long.

Zhang Muchen listened quietly to the music. As soon as the prelude ended, he moved his lips slightly, about to speak, when a soft female voice suddenly came to his ear.

Holding a Gesang flower in my hand~

So beautiful that you forget to take it off.

Zhang Muchen was slightly stunned, his gaze falling on Chu Jiuli.

Her eyes followed the rise and fall of the piano keys, her lips moving slightly.

Her clear voice was like a breeze from a high mountain.

Your sincerity carries a fragrance.

Your fragrance speaks volumes.

It seems like you only talk to me~ Oh~

Her icy demeanor softened with her singing, carrying a captivating allure.

When Wang Shishi heard Chu Jiuli's singing, shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, as if she was pleased with the duet.

Her slender fingers moved nimbly across the piano keys, each press of her fingertips more focused than the last.

My specialty is wandering.

You are destined to bloom for me.

Zhang Muchen's phone screen suddenly lit up, and a WeChat message popped up.

Chu Youting: [Open the door, but my sister doesn't answer. I rang the doorbell several times.]

Zhang Muchen was slightly taken aback.

This room was specially designed to be soundproof, so they couldn't hear the doorbell at all.

Zhang Muchen looked up at Chu Jiuli, who was still focused on singing, clearly unaware of the message her sister had sent.

My heart is searching for home, but my home has no flowers.

My flowers are waiting for me in this valley~ Oh~

Zhang Muchen gently pushed open the door to the music room without making a sound, and did not close the door.

The singing coming from inside the room was clearly audible.

Chu Jiuli's voice blended seamlessly with the melody of the zither.

Zhang Muchen walked quickly towards the door.

When he opened the door, a blast of slightly cold air, mixed with the chill of winter, rushed in, carrying a hint of dampness.

It made one instinctively shrink back.

If God hadn't secretly encouraged us from the beginning...

Chu Jiuli's singing reached a turning point in rhythm at this moment, her clear voice like a slowly rising line.

Chu Youting stood outside the door, her cheeks slightly flushed, a few strands of hair ruffled by the cold wind and gently clinging to her face.

How did we choose to meet?

She looked up, and her clear, bright eyes met Zhang Muchen's gaze.

The moment their eyes met, the singing in the room suddenly reached its climax.

【You are the sun and moon in my heart, falling here~ (Wang Shishi harmonizes: Here~)】

Zhang Muchen looked at the girl with a smile in her eyes, her gaze slightly uneasy and timid.

He reached out and grabbed her cold little hands, pulling her into the house.

Before Chu Youting could react, she was engulfed in the warm indoor air.

Zhang Muchen's palm was warm and strong, enveloping her cold little hand.

[The journey before and after is superfluous, all for the sake of meeting you (Wang Shishi's harmony: Meeting you~)] A comfortable warmth came from Chu Youting's fingertips.

She stared blankly, her soft little hand being held by Zhang Muchen.

Suddenly, her ears turned a bright red, and her cheeks became noticeably hot.

Her skin had a delicate pink hue, like petals quietly blooming in winter.

How I wish I could transform into the mud beneath your feet~

Chu Youting tentatively raised her eyes to glance at Zhang Muchen.

The tall, handsome boy had a mischievous smile in his eyes.

But as she stared at that smile, a slight tremor stirred within her. Like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, it created ripples.

In this deserted valley, it seems as if one can hear—

Chu Jiuli's soulful singing voice drifted through the room.

The final note rises slightly at the end.

Zhang Muchen suddenly leaned down and whispered in Chu Youting's ear.

I love you~

"Your hands are so soft."

Chu Youting: Σ(д|||)
The lingering sound of the song gradually faded away.

Chu Jiuli's performance ended perfectly, and the music room returned to silence.

Zhang Muchen glanced at Chu Youting, who was standing by the door with a flushed face and at a loss. The mischievous smile on his lips slowly faded, and his little teasing of her came to an abrupt end.

Chu Jiuli is still in the music room.

Keep bullying your sister like this.

That would be impolite.

"My sister sings so beautifully."

Chu Youting spoke softly, her gaze drifting towards the music room, her voice tinged with envy.

From the music room came Wang Shishi's exaggerated fangirl screams, mixed with a slight commotion.

Then, Jiu Li's helpless voice came out: "Stop hugging... Shi Shi, calm down."

Zhang Muchen leaned back on the sofa, turning her gaze to Chu Youting, whose eyes were filled with envy: "Your singing is no worse than your sister's."

Chu Youting's face flushed slightly, and a hint of shyness appeared in her eyes: "Re...really...?"

Zhang Muchen replied confidently, "Of course."

He paused for a moment: "Do you know this song? If you do, we can sing it together at the New Year's Eve party."

Upon hearing this, a glint of excitement flashed in Chu Youting's eyes.

But her excitement was quickly replaced by a hint of hesitation. She gently bit her lip, her voice soft and tinged with caution: "Um... but could I... sing a different song..."

She looked up at Zhang Muchen. Her clear eyes held a hint of expectation, like autumn water, and her gaze was so gentle it seemed to touch one's heart.

“I’m versatile, you can pick any song you want,” Zhang Muchen smiled.

The system gave him a good voice and corrected his pitch.

Zhang Muchen can now easily handle any song.

At this moment, Wang Shishi and Chu Jiuli walked out of the music room one after the other. Their gazes fell on Chu Youting.

Zhang Muchen remained calm and said, "I heard the doorbell ring just now, so I came out to open the door."

Chu Jiuli and Wang Shishi didn't think much of it and had no doubt about what he said.

"Youting!"

Wang Shishi suddenly ran over excitedly, grabbed Chu Youting's hand, leaned close to her face, and said with a grin, "Your face is so red, are you thinking about someone you like?"

Chu Youting trembled upon hearing this, as if she had been struck by something, and her face turned even redder. She was so ashamed that she didn't even dare to lift her head.

"Shishi, Youting got cold outside."

Chu Jiuli walked over, took Chu Youting's small hand and gently stroked it, noticing that her fingers were still a little cold.

"Hehehe, I know, I was just kidding."

Zhang Muchen stood aside watching the three girls laughing and joking, and suddenly said, "Hey, look at me."

The three girls turned around instinctively upon hearing the sound, their gazes falling on him with suspicion.

"What?" Wang Shishi asked, puzzled.

Zhang Muchen didn't say anything, but looked at the three girls with a smile in his eyes.

He wanted to keep their images vividly in his mind while the drug was still effective.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing them in its glow. The three figures seemed frozen in time on this warm afternoon.

Wang Shishi's smiling face.

Chu Jiuli's indifferent gaze.

Chu Youting's timid and sweet eyes.

Many years later, perhaps we will look back on this moment.

Three girls were in his mind.

Forever 17 years old.

(End of this chapter)