Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Shang Qinghui was a little confused: "What do you mean…?"

"Do you still want to learn piano?" Li Huating asked.

Shang Qinghui's heart rose in his throat.

Of course, of course he still wanted to. He worked hard to earn money in the city just to get the chance to continue learning piano.

Li Huating looked at him and asked with a smile: "Do you have a favorite school and teacher?"

Shang Qinghui seemed to be standing in the clouds: "Yes, is that okay?"

"Nothing is impossible." Li Huating said.

Shang Qinghui did not go to college due to family reasons. It is obviously very unrealistic to suddenly say that you want to enter a music conservatory to learn piano from famous teachers.

But for such an unrealistic thing, Li Huating just made a phone call and took care of it for him.

Conservatoire.

The door of the piano room was ajar. Shang Qinghui pushed the door open and walked in. Four students were already sitting inside.

Professor Shen teaches four students every Friday morning, and Shang Qinghui is the fifth who was forced to join.

When the students inside saw this newcomer coming in, they were all a little confused and looking at him – except Zhou Ruiyun.

Shang Qinghui paused for a moment.

Of course he recognized Zhou Ruiyun.

Before the business went bankrupt, the mothers of the two families were close friends, and the two children had been compared together since they were young. In various piano competitions, Shang Qinghui always beat Zhou Ruiyun, and Zhou Ruiyun was scolded by his mother for this.

Later, something happened to the Shang Qing Hui family, and Zhou Ruiyun was probably the happiest one.

Zhou Ruiyun was shocked and angry when he learned that Shang Qinghui had become his classmate again.

He went to ask the professor what was going on.

The professor was vague and only said: "I think this child has good talent and is diligent and studious, so I will make an exception and accept him as an auditor."

These words sounded very ordinary, but Zhou Ruiyun heard them very harshly. Especially the four words "good talent". It was his nightmare.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone told him that Shang Qinghui was more talented than him. He couldn't fight no matter how hard he tried.

However, now that he saw Shang Qinghui wearing cheap clothes with slight burrs on his cuffs and looking down and out, Zhou Ruiyun felt a real sense of superiority in front of Shang Qinghui for the first time.

He leaned against the piano and said coolly: "How did a person who didn't graduate from high school sneak in? Could it be that the food delivery was delivered to the wrong place?"

When the other three students heard what he said, they couldn't help but be surprised: "What… didn't graduate from high school…?"

"Who is this?"

"This is a master class that we finally entered. Why is there a high school auditor?"

"When did Professor Shen's threshold become so low? We only got in after three rounds of interviews and auditions."

…

The eyes that originally looked at Shang Qinghui were more confused and curious, but now they mostly turned into doubts and hostility.

Zhou Ruiyun curled his mouth and folded his arms in front of his chest, as if watching a show, waiting for him to make a fool of himself on the spot.

Chapter 3 Suspended

Shang Qinghui is actually 20 years old this year.

I went to an aristocratic middle school and took the path of an art student. My family was backward and I couldn't continue my studies, so I dropped out of school. In the past few years since I fell from the clouds, I have been living in the city by working part-time, and I have never seen anything like this.

Therefore, now that these eyes like a hail of bullets were falling on him, he was still calm and composed.

He sat down calmly and said, "Yes. I asked Professor Shen to recommend myself. Professor Shen was not very happy at first, thinking that there were already four students. But after a detailed discussion, he said that there was a student named Zhou who couldn't hold the wall up. With him, there was nothing. So he made an exception and recruited me."

Zhou Ruiyun went crazy: "You're talking nonsense! I'm a young talent in an international competition!"

The other three students also noticed that Shang Qinghui and Zhou Ruiyun had an affair.

One of the girls stared at Shang Qinghui for a few seconds, then suddenly said "Ah" in a low voice: "This seems to be Shang Qinghui…"

"Shang Qinghui? Is that the same Shang Qinghui who won the junior championship of three consecutive National Youth Piano Competitions and was five points ahead of the second place in the Hong Kong International Piano Open?!" Another boy blurted out, his tone full of disbelief, "Didn't he… stop playing a long time ago?"

The piano room was quiet for a moment. There was something else in the questioning eyes.

"So, Shang Qinghui is still playing?"

"If it's Shang Qinghui, then it doesn't seem too outrageous for the teacher to make an exception and admit him as an auditor…"

Hearing these changes in wind direction, Zhou Ruiyun felt so angry that his neck became thick.

He didn't expect that the name Shang Qinghui still had weight in everyone's hearts.

In this case, what does his hard work over the years count?

Zhou Ruiyun stood up and said loudly: "Shang Qinghui, you haven't played the piano in three years. I'm afraid you can't even remember the positions of the keys."

He was very sure. Shang Qinghui went bankrupt that year. He didn't even finish high school, and it was impossible for him to have the resources to continue practicing piano.

If you don't practice piano for one day, you will know it. If you don't practice it for three days, the audience will know it. If you don't practice it for several years, it will be useless.

How can Shang Qinghui be compared with him?

The other people in the piano room didn't speak, but their eyes fell back on Shang Qinghui with a new layer of scrutiny.

No matter how talented you are, if you don't play the piano for three years, you won't be able to listen to it.

Zhou Ruiyun folded his hands and sneered: "I don't know what tricks you used to get Professor Shen to make an exception and accept you as an observer. But let me tell you, if your skills are not good enough and hinder our progress, we will not forgive you."

These words struck a chord in the ears of the other three students.

Piano students of their level should actually receive one-on-one tutoring to be effective. But unfortunately, Professor Shen taught a small class of four people. Everyone takes turns playing and speaking, so in a whole morning, there is not much time to really get started.

Now there is suddenly one more person. If he continues to hold back, it will simply burn their classes and murder their lives.

If that were the case, they would have liked to jump up and strangle him to death together.

Shang Qinghui said calmly: "Then why don't we compete to see who is the one holding us back?"

Zhou Ruiyun was stunned: "Compared?"

"That's right." Shang Qinghui raised his eyelids and raised his chin towards the piano opposite, "Aren't there two pianos here? Sit over there and let's compare."

He spoke so calmly and calmly, as if he was still the talented young man who looked down upon all sentient beings.

Zhou Ruiyun felt timid reflexively for a moment.

The three students next to him became curious. Although they are all cultural people, it is human nature to watch the excitement, and they wish they could tear up louder.

Besides, they also want to see how much weight the former genius has left.

Zhou Ruiyun gathered his fingers on his cuffs, rubbed his neck and said, "There are no professional referees here, how can we compete?"

"Didn't you say that I don't even remember the keys?" Shang Qinghui took out two steam eye masks from his school bag. This thing was originally intended for lunch break, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

He raised his blindfold and said, "Let's compete with blind bombs."

The three students had already stood up and stuck their heads: "A blind bomb is fair…"

"If it's a performance competition, it's really difficult to compete without judges."

"Blind bombs are all about muscle memory and proficiency."

"In terms of proficiency, there shouldn't be any suspense…Zhou Ruiyun practices intensively every day."

At the end of the sentence, there was a sense of natural judgment in his tone. They looked at Shang Qinghui with a bit of regret. They didn't expect that the former genius would choose a comparison that was least beneficial to them.

After hearing this, Zhou Ruiyun's original hesitation disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up again. He took the blindfold, turned it around on his fingertips, and said in a much more relaxed tone: "Okay. A blind bomb is a blind bomb."

Shang Qinghui glanced at him and frowned.

Zhou Ruiyun thought he was timid, and the corners of his mouth rose a little more.

In fact, Shang Qinghui was actually thinking: That eye patch costs thirty cents. It was taken away by him like this, and it was a scam.

"If you lose," Zhou Ruiyun sat down on the piano bench, "you will leave this class."

"Is the bet so big?" Shang Qinghui pulled his lips and smiled.

Zhou Ruiyun smiled proudly: "Are you timid? Then bow to me and apologize, and I can spare you."

"No, I mean €€€€" Shang Qinghui answered slowly, "Then if you lose, do you have to leave too?"

Zhou Ruiyun's face froze for a moment.

The three students next to him immediately became excited: "That makes sense."

This time everyone was making noises, not just because they were watching the excitement but it was not a big deal. Moreover, because there is one less person, each person has more time to tutor. They wished that two people would die together, and this five-person class would become a three-person class.

They all talked about the fire:

"The bet must be fair."

"Zhou Ruiyun, fight him! We support you!"

"Yes, yes, Zhou Ruiyun, you will definitely not lose anyway!"

…

Amidst the cheers, Zhou Ruiyun's expression changed, but he finally nodded and said, "Okay. Just bet like this! Remember to be willing to admit defeat!"

Shang Qinghui smiled: "Trash loves nonsense. Let's start quickly."

As he spoke, he took off the blindfold, put it over his eyes neatly, and put his fingers on the piano keys.

Zhou Ruiyun also put on a blindfold and asked: "Which song should I compare?"

Shang Qinghui said: "Don't say I bully you. You decide the music."

Zhou Ruiyun was surprised for a moment.

Others also took a breath: Are high school students so crazy?

Zhou Ruiyun pressed the keys first and chose Chopin's "Winter Wind Etude".

This is the piece he will compete in this year. He has been polishing it day and night for three months, and he can play it well with his eyes closed.

Moreover, he knew that this piece of music was difficult, and Shang Qinghui, who had not practiced the piano for a long time, would not be able to keep up.