Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

"That seems to be it."

After returning home, Miura Gensuke hummed a few words to Saya.

"Gensuke, can't you play the piano?"

"Not really."

Miura Gensuke sat down in front of the piano: "Wait a minute, I'll look for it myself first."

Although he has not had much exposure to the piano, he can play the guitar (at an amateur level).

Musical instruments always have something in common, at least the music scores are the same.

If you can play one instrument, you will be able to master other instruments quickly.

After all, music is all about permutations and combinations of scales and pitches.

The biggest difference between musical instruments is the tone and the way they are played.

After simply playing a few passages of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star following the music score, Gensuke Miura began to try to play the music he had heard at school.

To avoid making mistakes, he played very slowly.

“…” After listening to it once, Hoshizaki Sayo played it again.

It sounds soothing, but there is danger hidden in the soothing.

Because this is only a part of the song, we don’t know what the style of the rest of the song will be.

"Saya is so amazing, isn't she? She remembered it after listening to it once?" Miura Gensuke kissed the young lady's fair cheek.

"It's me, after all." Hoshizaki Sayo blushed and pinched his index finger: "But I haven't heard of this song before."

"It's probably not a very famous piece, and it's definitely not classical music."

Miura Gensuke believed in the eldest daughter's musical talent. The piano lessons she had taken were definitely much more expensive than the tuition at the University of Tokyo.

"Then let's go ask Aunt Kawai."

"It seems she hasn't come back yet." Saya smiled and stood up: "Gensuke, let's go play games."

"I want to play the piano for a while longer."

"Is Gensuke interested in piano?"

“Just wanted to try more.”

"Actually, I used to like piano very much." Hoshizaki Sayo leaned on his shoulder and helped him turn the music score.

"Why do you dislike it anymore?"

"Because no matter how hard I try, I can never reach the level of a master." Hoshizaki Sayo sat down next to him and sighed softly: "When you close your eyes and hear a true master play, you will definitely cry."

"That resonance, that kind of... beauty that is hard to describe in words..."

"I could never do that."

Hoshizaki Sayo seemed a little depressed: "It's like... it suddenly lost all meaning."

"After all, music is meant to be listened to. What's the point of mediocre music?"

"What's the big deal if I play a little better than an average person? When others hear me, they'll just think I'm still far behind a true master."

“But no one thinks about that when they hear the master’s music.”

"Ah, right."

Hoshizaki Saya walked to the collection cabinet nearby and took out a vinyl record from the drawer.

"This is Maestro Lang Lang performing 'Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence.'"

"Gensuke will understand what I mean if you listen to it once."

Miura Gensuke smiled and nodded, "I've heard that, and I understand what Sayo means."

"But I still think Saya is beautiful when she plays the piano."

"That focused expression and the nimble fingertips make the picture beautiful enough."

"As for music, it's good enough for a mediocre person like me."

“Music is not just for listening, it is also a part of the emotions of the performer, so it is important for me to hear this part of Sayo.”

"Masters can certainly attract more people, but even an ordinary guitarist on the street will at some point make passersby stop briefly. In that moment when their eyes meet, won't the guitarist feel satisfied?"

“And music is for yourself first, and then you consider the audience.”

"If Sayo likes the piano, she should just enjoy the process of playing it."

"It's just like……"

"Saya's gaming rank is always stuck at Gold, isn't it? And she never gives up."

Hoshizaki Sayo blushed as she sat down next to him: "Games are much easier than piano. I'll be able to break through sooner or later, but piano..."

"I didn't force Saya to practice the piano, I just said I really like Saya playing the piano." Miura Gensuke said in a gentle tone.

"Then..." Hoshizaki Sayo placed her slender white fingers on the keyboard and looked at him affectionately: "I'll just play it for Gensuke..."

"Hehehe." Aiko Kawai, who was hiding on the stairs, smiled cutely.

"aunt!"

Sayo raised her head with a blushing face: "How could you eavesdrop on us?"

"Saya-chan, this is my home." Kawai Aiko, wearing a kimono, slowly walked down the stairs. "Besides, you two young lovers actually skipped school. That's not good."

"We didn't skip school. We just came back to rest because we had food poisoning." Hoshizaki Sayo stood up and explained.

"Hello." Miura Gensuke was a little reserved.

"Auntie." Hoshizaki Sayo pulled her to the piano: "I want to play a song. Can you help me listen to which song it is?"

After saying that, Saya played the piano piece that Miura Gensuke had memorized.

Kawai Aiko smiled and said, "Isn't this my song? Did you look up my score?"

"No...and why haven't I heard of this song?"

"Because I haven't finished writing it yet." Kawai Aiko was a little confused: "Where did you hear that from?"

"It's Marist School."

Kawai Aiko looked at them in confusion.

It seems that he has no idea about the abnormal things.

Hoshizaki Sayo suddenly remembered: "Aunt, you were also a student of Marist, right? There is a photo of you in the music classroom."

"Yeah." Kawai Akiko nodded. "And my adopted daughters also went to school there, so the school asked me to be a host family..."

"Aunt, when you were studying, did anything strange happen in the music classroom?"

Aiko Kawai sat in front of the piano: "Strange things? No..."

"It was so long ago that I don't remember it clearly."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Aiko Kawai suddenly started playing the piano.

It’s this tune, Miura Gensuke frowned and thought about it.

The piano sound in the school is definitely related to Aiko Kawai, after all, it is the song she wrote.

But where is the connection?

After the performance, Miura Gensuke asked about Takahashi Reina: "Ms. Kawai, do you know a student named Takahashi Reina?"

"Reina..." Kawai Aiko nodded: "Last summer vacation, she studied piano with me."

"He's a very talented child."

"Same as you."

"Do I really have talent?" Miura Gensuke himself doubted this.

"Yeah." Kawai Akiko stood up and sat on the sofa: "However, no matter how talented a person is, if they are not discovered, they are no different from ordinary people."

"You've already missed a lot of time."

"It can't be made up for."

"Although gold always shines, it is an inorganic substance after all. It won't change even if it's left there for millions of years."

“Human time is too short. If you miss it, you really miss it.”

"Yes." Miura Gensuke had no regrets. After all, he had never thought of becoming a musician in his life.

The most important thing at the moment is to investigate Takahashi Reina.

Chapter 165: Grasp of Immortality

The afterglow of the setting sun quietly poured in through the bedroom window. The orange-yellow light fell into the room, outlining a warm light spot in the shape of a diagonal square.

The bed was covered with light grey sheets, and the air was filled with Sayo's faint body fragrance.

Hoshizaki Sayo was standing in front of the wardrobe, her long, silky golden hair curled slightly and fluttering gently in the wind: "Gensuke, I need to change my clothes."

"Well, I won't peek." Gensuke Miura was doing his homework at the desk.

"I don't believe it..."

Sayo blushed as she took off her school uniform jacket and unbuttoned her shirt, "A pervert like Gensuke would definitely peek."

She stared at herself in the dressing mirror.

The neckline is slightly open, revealing the delicate collarbone and the lace edge of the underwear can be vaguely seen.

The exposed skin is as white as snow, with a slight pink tint.

Her breasts were full and firm, causing the shirt to bulge slightly.

The skirt is a classic dark plaid style. Her long legs are straight and well-proportioned, her skin is so smooth that it seems to reflect light. She is wearing black leather shoes on her feet and white over-the-knee socks, which makes her look very girlish.

"Marist's uniforms are so ordinary."