My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Chapter 111 is actually about my piano!

If you ask yourself why you've spent several hours practicing every day for the past few years, picking up the piano again—it's not for anything else, it's for you! Lawrence!

As Wayne watched Lawrence try to break free and catch up with Tasia, he thought to himself.

With his seemingly perfect older brother, Prince Richard, standing in his way, young Lawrence could never surpass his brother no matter what he did, and thus lost his sense of self-worth.

However, by chance, he encountered the heavy piano.

With the help of the piano, he realized that his life could be different.

Therefore, his approach to learning piano is closely related to the piano.

The key plot point regarding Lawrence involves the female protagonist unexpectedly encountering Prince Lawrence playing the piano in an empty music room, and listening quietly for a while.

Later, in another conversation, she inadvertently expressed her feelings: "Prince Lawrence's playing is like another way of crying—ah! I'm sorry, I mean—it's beautiful."

It was these words that touched Lawrence's heart in an instant.

He felt that he was being listened to.

But now, Wayne is about to destroy him in the very place he's most proud of—wait, why does it seem like I've become the villain?

do not care!

In short, we must prevent him from ever feeling that the piano can create a unique connection between him and his destined person.

After all, he couldn't figure out if those two might suddenly have some kind of mental block and come to him saying something like "another way of crying" or "it's beautiful."

Outside the music classroom.

Chris and Tasia said something to each other, and Tasia smiled and left with her.

Realizing his chance to strike up a conversation had been completely ruined, Lawrence suppressed his anger and turned his gaze back to Wayne.

"So, Young Master Wayne knows how to play the piano? I've never heard of that before," he said sarcastically.

Wayne smiled without saying a word.

Yes, I've never told anyone that.

Even when I occasionally went to the orchestra to "make a cameo," I was just a novice violinist receiving hands-on instruction from the senior female musicians.

Before advancing to elementary school, Miss Kareem's self-evaluation of her graduation was:

[I can take my violin and go on a journey now; I shouldn't starve.]

but-

The violin is just a facade.

The sharpest weapon I've been quietly honing over the years is actually the piano!

He released his grip on Lawrence's arm.

"Wouldn't you know if you just listened?"

In other words, Wayne had tested Chris openly and secretly countless times to confirm that she was a complete novice in music before he dared to be so reckless.

Even so, he only dares to play some less popular pieces at home, and he has to make some modifications to them.

He walked to the French windows and slammed the curtains shut, blocking the girls' prying eyes from outside.

"Ahhh," was the disappointed sigh of some of the girls.

"Ahhh!" This was another group of girls exclaiming excitedly.

Damn it! My reputation!

You have no idea what I went through to break up these couples!

Lawrence also stood up, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned against the wall, and quietly waited for his performance.

Wayne straightened his collar and cuffs, and sat up straight in his chair in a natural and relaxed posture.

Lawrence's musical philosophy emphasizes self-expression.

Therefore, he will not deliberately choose pieces that are technically and structurally very difficult, but will instead win through the melody.

It is often those seemingly simple rhythms and chords, combined with abundant emotions, that bring about endless feelings that touch the hearts of everyone.

Wayne closed his eyes, cleared his mind of the chaotic thoughts, and devoted himself entirely to the musical score he had prepared long ago.

Crystal-clear notes flowed from Wayne's fingers.

Initially, the clear, resonant high notes sound like a flowing spring, pleasing to the ear and soothing to the soul.

However, beneath that tranquility, a deep tide was gradually rising.

The waves surged ever more fiercely, crashing against the walls of my heart, each wave more thrilling than the last.

Suddenly, a chord rolled in like thunder, shattering everything in front of us!

In an instant, the previous calm was gone, leaving only surging waves.

The melody was like a small boat, swaying precariously on the waves.

However, the forceful sound of the piano keys did not cause any panic or deafening noise.

It was like a hand reaching out from the darkness, tightly gripping the heart of every listener.

Everyone felt the immense sorrow and grief hidden beneath the musical notes.

In his communion with music, Wayne seemed to have returned to the distant past.

I started practicing the piano when I was very young.

However, rather than saying that his own growth required the piano to "cultivate his character," it seemed more like his family wanted to show off their sophistication by having a son who could play the piano.

He did this simply to meet his family's expectations.

Even if all they did was hire him a one-on-one piano teacher, set an alarm for him for two hours every night, and then sit outside watching TV.

Of course, they would turn the volume down very low and leave the door open so that they could always tell if they were slacking off inside.

Recalling those past events, Wayne's lips curled into a slight smile.

I can't tell if I'm happy or sad.

The music continued.

Rather than a powerful and resounding performance, it is more like a restrained and suppressed monologue.

If you close your eyes and listen quietly, you can feel as if you are standing under a street lamp, looking up at the snowflakes dancing in the sky.

It felt as if a breeze had blown by, and the coolness seeped into every pore and every strand of hair.

Lawrence forgot that he was facing his annoying classmates and that he was standing in the music room.

He even forgot about the music itself.

He felt as if he were standing on an empty street, facing the fragmented memories left behind by people who had appeared in his life and then disappeared.

Alone, feeling lost and forlorn.

The dim sky made it feel as if light snowflakes were falling on me, melting little by little.

After the climax, the thunderous chords subsided, and the melody gradually softened.

As if the thick fog had dissipated, tranquility returned to the surroundings.

Near the end, Wayne didn't continue the story, but instead lingered on an unfinished chord.

It's like an unfinished story, filled with helpless regret.

From the initial peace, it gradually became entangled, hesitant, and full of contradictions until the emotions completely erupted, and finally returned to silence.

Listening to this piece of music is like experiencing a lifetime.

It's summer, after all.

Lawrence sighed inwardly and opened his eyes.

"Your piano skills are amazing."

Such a huge gap, his pride wouldn't allow him to deceive himself.

But then, his tone changed.

"But I will definitely surpass you in the future!"