Returning to university, I discovered that all the beautiful girls were big gluttons.

"That's all Professor Song's fault for taking my phone."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to disturb Professor Song's rest."

Mu Changgeng retorted confidently.

Song Yun was so angry at Mu Changgeng that she gritted her teeth.

"You think you're right?"

"I practiced all morning, and I was finally getting the hang of it, but your doorbell rang and it all vanished. Now it's my fault?!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Changgeng was taken aback. It turned out that the problem was with the composition, not with his morning grumpiness.

"Oh, Professor Song, I thought it was something serious."

"It's just a simple piece of music, isn't it?"

"If there's anything you don't understand, I'll teach you."

Mu Changgeng waved his hand, as if it were a trivial matter.

The system recently rewarded Mu Changgeng with god-level musical skills, and I never expected them to come in handy now.

In Song Yun's mind, Mu Changgeng was just a college student, while she was a music professor who had studied music since childhood and had gone abroad to study. Her musical skills, if not unparalleled, were certainly superb.

Mu Changgeng is a sophomore majoring in education. How could he possibly have any experience with music?!

Such audacious boasting made Song Yun laugh in anger:

"You're a student who doesn't study and instead delivers food, and now you're going to help me out?"

Mu Changgeng was unfazed by Song Yun's sarcasm, instead seeing it as an opportunity:

"What's wrong?"

"Looking down on food delivery workers?"

"Professor Song was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so he probably doesn't know that we deliverymen are all highly skilled and versatile."

"Music is nothing, easily controlled."

"All-powerful?"

"You're really trying to make yourself look good."

Song Yun felt it was necessary to teach this brat a lesson and curb his arrogance. If he wasn't properly taught a lesson, he wouldn't know how to respect his teacher.

They even dared to embellish their own areas of expertise, truly not knowing the meaning of the word "shameful".

"That sounds grand and dignified. Since you're so confident in yourself, let me see your musical talent."

"If you only make things worse, you know the consequences."

Seeing that Song Yun had taken the bait, Mu Changgeng walked up to her and said with a smile:

"If I help Professor Song, is there any reward?"

"impossible."

Song Yun rejected the idea without even thinking.

How can a student who has never even touched music possibly help himself?

"Hehe, Professor, don't be so confident."

Anything is possible.

"How about this, if you lose, you can do whatever you want with the student; if you win, the professor will grant me one request."

Mu Changgeng's eyes held a mischievous glint.

Looking at Mu Changgeng's smiling face, Song Yun showed no panic whatsoever, as if she had complete faith in him. Could it be that this brat really has some ability?

But Song Yun nipped the idea in the bud as soon as it arose.

Music is a subject that highly values ​​talent, but beyond talent comes resources, and resources are consumed by money.

It would be difficult for most people to do, let alone a student.

"What's wrong?"

"Is the professor afraid of losing to me?"

Seeing that Song Yun remained silent for a long time, Mu Changgeng began to use reverse psychology.

"Oh..."

"lose?"

"How could I possibly lose?"

"Just wait and see what I do with you."

Song Yun snorted coldly; she didn't believe she would lose to Mu Changgeng.

"Don't end up not even being able to read the sheet music."

Mu Changgeng held his head and walked into Song Yun's villa with a relaxed and comfortable air.

"Hmm, as expected of Professor Song, he's really rich."

Song Yun's villa wasn't very tidy, and was even a bit messy, but that suited her personality quite well.

Beneath her mature and sophisticated face lay a hint of arrogance.

Song Yun walked to the piano, looked at the sheet music she had written on the piano stand, and glanced at the nonchalant Mu Changgeng:

"Come on, let me see the talent of our musical genius."

"I hope it's not... just a publicity stunt."

You little brat, let's see how long you can keep up this act.

I'll teach you a lesson in no time and make you bow down to me.

From now on, you'll be my errand boy/girl.

Song Yun thought to herself.

Mu Changgeng looked at the piano in front of him. If it were before, Mu Changgeng would not have understood it, but now it was different. God-level musical skills... even the top music masters were not worth mentioning in front of Mu Changgeng.

Mu Changgeng didn't rush to touch the piano. Instead, he took the sheet music down from the piano stand and adopted a master's commentary posture:

"As expected of someone who studied music, they do have some skill, but unfortunately... it's far from enough to create a genuine sense of heartbreak."

That's far from enough; it's practically a slap in the face to Song Yun, with an outsider even offering their opinions.

"You brat, are you trying to stall for time?"

"If you don't want to lose face, you can just admit defeat and do it with some dignity."

Mu Changgeng smiled, placed the sheet music on it, and looked at the piano in front of him:

"Admit defeat?"

"Professor Song is really looking down on his students."

Song Yun crossed her arms over her waist, looking incredulous. She even thought that Mu Changgeng couldn't play the piano.

The moment Mu Changgeng raised his hand, his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation, changing from a carefree and nonchalant attitude to a melancholic and sorrowful one, entering that state extremely quickly.

Her slender fingers danced across the strings like butterflies.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed throughout the villa.

Song Yun's arrogant expression froze instantly as she looked at Mu Changgeng, whose fingers danced gracefully on the strings, her face filled with disbelief.

This guy can actually...play the piano?!

Most importantly, the beginning of the piece is based on the score he himself composed.

However, Song Yun's performance was far inferior to Mu Changgeng's, because Mu Changgeng had made some changes to the score, but each change was just right, which further enhanced the music.

How is that possible?

From the very first note of the piano music, Song Yun could tell that Mu Changgeng was definitely a piano master.

No, to be precise, Mu Changgeng's piano skills far surpass his own!

Because of Mu Changgeng's zither playing, Song Yun felt as if she were actually there.

The piano music suddenly stopped abruptly, the lingering notes falling haltingly, like a sigh choked in the throat, until only scattered single notes remained, as light as the evening breeze brushing across the empty steps.

Each note carries the chill of a song ending and the audience departing.

Song Yun was completely immersed in the music and couldn't tear herself away.

How could a student who is only around twenty years old possibly play such a...melancholy piece of music?

It was as if he had experienced it himself.

Mu Changgeng opened his eyes, removed his fingers from the piano keys, and the sorrowful expression on his face returned to its former cheeky tone.

"Professor, how did the student play?"

"I don't know if this suits the professor's taste."

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