A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

Chapter 77 Chopin's Nocturne

The music room fell silent for a moment.

From Han Dong's perspective, who has always been the center of attention, Su Hao's slightly stagnant silence at this moment is naturally interpreted as "the sadness after his secret crush has been exposed."

She wore an expression that was like that of a female lead in an idol drama, a mix of narcissism and helplessness.

"I admit, I am good-looking, that's a fact."

But we've only just met, and things are moving too fast; it's not appropriate.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her tone conveying a deep sense of earnestness.

"You should just give up on this idea. Don't put me in a difficult position..."

To be fair, Han Dong does indeed have an exceptionally outstanding appearance, like a three-dimensional work of art meticulously sculpted by the Creator.

But when a pretty girl said these words in a tone that was half distressed and half boastful, Su Hao was momentarily dazed.

It's hard to tell whether this woman is joking or if her narcissism has truly reached this point.

Su Hao took a deep breath and forcibly swallowed the absurd feeling that surged into his heart.

He looked into Han Dong's eyes and shook his head expressionlessly:

"Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean that at all."

Hearing this dry denial, Han Dong pouted, not embarrassed at all, but with a touch of natural coquettishness:

"Come on, everyone makes excuses like this at the beginning, I know all the tricks."

However, since I like you, I'll make an exception and trust you this once.

Su Hao felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief. He felt even more exhausted than when he had solved the most challenging problem.

"Thank you for understanding. Actually, there's a reason why I asked you to play the piano."

"Oh? What's the reason?" Han Dong raised his eyebrows.

"The specifics involve complex pathology and neuroscience, so I can't go into details with you."

But I need to calm myself down from time to time, and your music seems to have a special meaning for me.

Su Hao's gaze passed over her and landed on the black and white piano.

"Listening to you play the piano, my originally chaotic mind felt as if it had been thoroughly washed clean by a heavy rain."

Han Dong stared blankly at Su Hao for a long while.

Then, the romantic filter in her mind once again played an amazing role in reflecting light, and her eyes burst forth with a dazzling light!

With an exaggerated air of sudden realization, she nodded emphatically and uttered two words with resounding conviction:

"really!"

Su Hao closed his eyes in agony, covered his face with his hands, and let out a desperate wail through his fingers:

"I already told you, it's not what you think at all!"

However, in Han Dong's romanticized thought process...

"A genius boy, a complete stranger, falls in love with her at first sight and tries to get close to her using extremely clumsy excuses..."

This is an indisputable fact, and there is no room for argument!

Therefore, she chose to ignore Su Hao's weak and feeble wails with a clear conscience.

"Okay, I understand!" Han Dong waved his hand magnanimously.

"Anyway, I happen to need a smart enough brain to tutor me in math."

You help me with my homework, and I'll play the piano to calm you down—an equal exchange, right?

"Absolutely correct."

Su Hao gritted his teeth and nodded. As long as he could achieve his goal, he didn't care if he was mistaken for a pervert!

Destroy it, quickly!

Han Dong smiled with satisfaction, a smile that carried a hint of smugness in his control.

She turned and walked towards the expensive grand piano, skillfully adjusting the height of the piano bench.

"So today, to celebrate this great collaboration, I'll make an exception and play you another piece." She turned her head, her eyes bright. "Is there anything you'd like to hear?"

Su Hao was stunned for a moment; his mind was filled with a vast ocean of knowledge.

But in the barren wasteland of music, all the entries are dry and straightforward, derived from that cold, hard encyclopedia.

"I don't know much about classical music. Are there any pieces with a stable frequency and a more relaxed rhythm?"

"Oh, you little rascal, you've got quite a few tricks up your sleeve," Han Dong chuckled.

"Perfect timing, there's a piece I'm practicing right now, it's just right."

Han Dong sat quietly on the piano bench.

She lowered her head, carefully examining the well-arranged piano keys.

Like a swordsman about to draw his sword, examining the hilt of his blade.

Then, she slowly closed her eyes.

Su Hao keenly caught the change in the aura in that instant:

Her previous slightly narcissistic and coquettish expression was suddenly stripped away, and she became extremely focused in an instant, as if she had become a different person.

Chopin's Nocturne No. 7, Op. 27 No. 1.

Her left wrist dipped slightly, and her fingertips tapped slowly in the low register.

The mechanical structure drives the hammers to strike the strings, and the kinetic energy of physics is transformed into beautiful acoustic waves at this moment.

The notes, devoid of any earthy or human touch, were like pebbles thrown into a deep pool, creating ripples in the air that were both calm and profound.

Han Dong kept his eyes closed, his slender fingertips flowing across the piano keys, as if cutting through the cracks of time.

Su Hao placed his hands flat on his knees, his back straight, and quietly watched this miraculous scene.

He couldn't help but marvel at how incredible this was.

Han Dong's performance possesses a unique aura that defies explanation by physics.

Her body was not stiff at all, but moved naturally with the flow of the notes.

Just like reeds swaying in the wind, they are not fighting against the wind, but rather transforming themselves into a part of the wind, seamlessly following the waves stirred up by the melody.

Sometimes as gentle as a murmur, sometimes as powerful as a surging wave.

She poured every ounce of her strength into the music, using her bones, her muscles, and her soul to play it.

It was a Chopin Nocturne that was exquisitely beautiful and full of lyrical tension.

Su Hao slowly closed his eyes as well.

One musical note after another overlapped and collided in the air, eventually filling the entire music room perfectly.

Those beautiful melodies flowed gently, carrying an almost mathematically orderly logic.

Inside Su Hao's body, there was that "Psyduck" that was always on the verge of going berserk and that he had to suppress with all his might...

At this moment, it miraculously calmed down and even held its breath as if enjoying it.

Su Hao silently asked himself in his mind if he really liked the girl's performance.

Almost without the slightest delay, Psyduck gave a satisfied and affirmative response.

Su Hao silently agreed in his heart, as he shared the same thought.

Han Dong continued to roam this black and white territory with his eyes closed.

Her piano playing clearly and strictly followed the rigid score, yet in every extremely minute moment, it produced subtle changes belonging to the performer's personal soul.

After an extremely gentle transition, the melody suddenly bursts forth with immense power, sweeping all the way to its climax...

Then it came to a perfect end at its peak, gradually subsiding and returning to a profound silence.

The annoying noises in Su Hao's mind completely disappeared at that moment.

For the first time in his life, he experienced this absolute tranquility completely.

Although this feeling was so unfamiliar that it made him wary, it was also extremely comfortable, so comfortable that it made him want to completely succumb to it.