Financial freedom starts from graduation

Chapter 282 Untouchable Moonlight

The overall layout is that of a tiered classroom, with a performance area left at the bottom.

The first two rows of seats were reserved for professors and college leaders, and the back were the audience seats. Zhou Wang followed Jiang Mo and Wang Ying into the classroom, blending silently into the crowd, intending to experience the senior sister's piano skills on the spot.

It was also thanks to the "Piano Skill Book" that the senior sister dropped, otherwise Zhou Wang could only play folk guitar before, and he would not be qualified to appreciate such an elegant thing...

"Is that the legendary Senior Sister Jiang Mo?"

"I've always heard you guys say how beautiful I am, and I thought you were just bragging. Wow, my temperament is amazing... She's really a bit like a modern version of 'Little Dragon Girl'!"

"Nonsense, how else could I be recommended by the department head to participate in the National Day Gala solo performance... This is a job that brings honor to our college. Just being good at playing the piano is useless. How many people with poor skills can be admitted as graduate students at the Central Conservatory of Music?"

"That's right!"

Listening to the discussions of several boys nearby who were supposed to be undergraduate students from the China Conservatory of Music, Zhou Wang was certain.

Sure enough, many people here came for Jiang Mo.

But it's not surprising. The music academy is different from the dance academy and the film academy. There aren't so many handsome men and beautiful women there. With Jiang Mo's looks, it's almost inevitable that she will attract some attention after she has been enrolled for more than half a month.

Especially the ethereal temperament she exudes now, even Zhou Wang himself feels envious when he sees her, not to mention the other boys who have generally never had any experience with fine bran.

Zhou Wang seemed to be thinking about something. Today's trip was worth it. He estimated that the situation of the senior sister at Qingmei was similar. She might even be more popular. After all, the higher the education level, the higher the degree of glasses, the lower the sense of fashion and the emphasis on appearance, and the lower the chance of seeing beautiful women.

It's not that being highly educated and beautiful will necessarily conflict, but it's rare for them to coexist. On the contrary, in technical colleges, there are more girls who dress up in fancy clothes...

After waiting for a while in the noise, as the clock pointed to 8:30 in the morning, professors and department leaders arrived one after another. At this time, a professor wearing glasses and with a very cultured temperament stood in front and began to preside over today's election.

"Students, I will not emphasize the significance of this celebration any more. You all know it. I still hope that you can perform exceptionally well today and show your best..."

The professor said a lot of things, and what made Zhou Wang quite satisfied was that after all, it was an art college. Although there were still some established processes, the overall process was quite concise. Soon, under the chairmanship of the professor, the students who passed the preliminary selection began to perform on stage.

The first people to go on stage were all undergraduates, and the variety of programs was richer than Zhou Wang had imagined, including vocal, orchestral, and a musical opera that incorporated dance.

To be honest, Zhou Wang was quite surprised, because from what he saw, the level of these students was really high. At least if they were taken outside, no matter what kind of party it was, they could be the finale or the opening act.

But considering that this is the academy that symbolizes the highest level of education in Chinese music, those who can enter here are the elites picked from thousands of people, so it’s not surprising...

After the undergraduates' performance, it was the turn of graduate students and doctoral students. The first program was a multi-person chorus.

During the chorus performance, Jiang Mo's friend Wang Ying stood in the C position. Her temperament was much more outgoing than Jiang Mo's, and she seemed to be quite popular in school. When she went on stage, there were a lot of boos, and she responded with a smile.

The song that the dozen or so graduate students sang together was "As Wish", a fashionable choice that also fits the tone of National Day. After the adaptation, Zhou Wang nodded frequently when he heard it.

Due to the difficulty, this was not originally a song suitable for chorus, but this group of professional singers sang it with a "flawless" feeling, especially the short part sung by Wang Ying, which felt even higher in pitch than the original singer, but Wang Ying handled it with ease.

At the same time, Zhou Wang became more curious.

Because he had just heard the people around him talking, Zhou Wang already knew that only two would be selected from so many programs, which meant that the competition was very fierce. But Wang Ying also said that Jiang Mo had a high chance of being selected, and it was a solo performance...

So, what magic does my senior have that makes her solo stand out from so many high-level programs?

When Wang Ying and other graduate students went on stage, Jiang Mo had already gone to the lounge next to the classroom which served as a temporary backstage to prepare. This meant that the next show should be hers, so Zhou Wang waited silently.

Sure enough, as the chorus program ended, the professor sitting in the front row stood up with the program and said loudly: "The next program is a piano solo by Jiang Mo, a 24th-grade graduate student in the piano performance department..."

Before the professor finished his words, applause and cheers broke out in the classroom, drowning out his voice, so the professor turned around and glared.

However, there were too many boys making a fuss, and his death stare had no deterrent effect at all. Seeing this, the professor could only shake his head helplessly and sit back down again.

At this moment, the noise in the classroom suddenly subsided a lot. Zhou Wang looked up as if he had sensed something, and saw Jiang Mo, who had changed into a new set of clothes, slowly walking onto the stage with her skirt lifted up on the other side of the performance area...

She wore a white long dress made of double-layer tulle and slightly curly long hair draped over her shoulders. She seldom adorned herself with accessories, but she rarely wore a pair of small pearl earrings on her ears, which seemed to be a touch of telepathy, making her look cool and ethereal at the same time.

How can it be so beautiful...

Just like other ordinary people in the classroom, Zhou Wang couldn't move his eyes away for a moment. He just looked at her as she walked little by little to the piano in the center of the stage. After bowing according to etiquette, she sat down in front of the piano with her long skirt lifted.

It was not until this moment that a large number of exhalation sounds seemed to be heard in the classroom... It turned out that just now, many people had unconsciously held their breath.

Then, Jiang Mo's hands hovered above the piano keys, but this time, she stopped.

Jiang Mo didn't know what she was thinking of. Her eyes became vague. Amid the doubtful looks of the crowd, she suddenly became stunned and hesitated to take the next step...

"Mo Mo... Hey, Jiang Mo, what are you doing!"

Wang Ying, who was standing in the front, tried to lower her voice and shouted anxiously because she noticed that some professors had begun to frown.

Hearing the shouting, Jiang Mo looked back. In a trance, Jiang Mo seemed to see a familiar face. She unconsciously smiled a little. It was this smile that made Wang Ying, who was more familiar with her, stunned for a moment.

Because that was a smile she had never seen before.

Soon, Jiang Mo withdrew his gaze and returned to normal from his dazed state.

Even though that glance was just an illusion, it felt like he was here too, how nice...

With this mentality, Jiang Mo finally lowered her fair and slender fingers.

Ding dong dong...

As the beautiful piano sound began to flow in the lecture hall, the classroom became completely quiet. Even some professors closed their eyes slightly and began to enjoy the auditory feast brought by the pure music.

But in fact, for many people, this is not just an auditory enjoyment. Even if all sounds are eliminated, just sitting in front of the piano, she seems to have accidentally fallen into the mortal world, and she is already as beautiful as a painting.

It was at this moment that Zhou Wang realized that perhaps all the piano students present could play at the same level as Jiang Mo, but there was only one who could conquer most of the audience with her temperament like Jiang Mo did.

Just her.

This is a performance, and also a bloom that belongs only to her. Jiang Mo, immersed in the piano playing, also maximizes her cool and celestial temperament.

She is in this classroom, but also on the untouchable moon, shining alone.

(Picture of Jiang Mo playing the piano - real pictures of the senior sister are very, very hard to find, so I can only use this animated hand-drawn picture to make do)

Zhou Wang stared blankly for a while before quietly taking off his windbreaker. He walked a few steps forward to the girl with a ponytail and asked softly:
"Excuse me, what song is this?"

Wang Ying glanced at Zhou Wang beside her in some confusion... When did such a handsome guy appear next to her, and she didn't even notice it at all.

And somehow, Zhou Wang looked familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

Thinking this in her mind, Wang Ying still answered subconsciously: "It's a mix of some traditional Chinese songs, "Floating Light", "Red Ling", "Ten Years in the World" and so on..."

(Search "Floating Light Piano" for short videos)
Zhou Wang understood that this kind of piece of music was not difficult to play, but its style would be in line with the tone of the National Day Gala.

He said no more words, but continued to stare at Jiang Mo, immersed in his performance.

Wang Ying, who was standing next to him, looked at Zhou Wang's gentle eyes and slightly upturned mouth, and couldn't help curling her lips. OK, she said this guy has such a good temperament and is very much her type. It turns out he is another Momo's licker...

But Wang Ying was no longer surprised.

If she were a boy, she would not be able to resist such a perfect girl.

Unfortunately, they probably don’t know that Jiang Mo actually already has a boyfriend... Oh, no, she might even be married.

"Hey, Momo, I don't know what kind of boy can be worthy of you. I think Daniel Wu is a little bit lacking, hahaha..."

It was an ordinary noon. Wang Ying, who was sitting opposite Jiang Mo, rested her chin on her hand, looking at Jiang Mo reading quietly in the light and shadow of the library, and could not help but sigh.

"Ok?"

Jiang Mo looked up in confusion, then whispered, "I have a husband."

"what?!"

If Wang Ying was not particularly familiar with Jiang Mo and knew that she had no sense of humor and never made jokes, she would not have believed this fact.

In particular, Jiang Mo did not use the word "boyfriend" but "husband".

Jiang Mo did not respond to Wang Ying's questioning. Wang Ying saw that she did not want to talk in depth and could only suppress her desire to gossip. However, she could not help but feel puzzled.

Because she was with Jiang Mo almost every day, but... there had never been any boys around Jiang Mo.

No... Even if we are in a long-distance relationship, it is impossible for me not to visit her for such a long time, right?
How big is this man's heart!
How can you just ignore such a beautiful girlfriend, who may be your wife, and let her live her own life?
Well, although considering Jiang Mo's personality, she does seem to be quite reassuring, but unless a man is as busy as the President of the United States, it is impossible for him to completely ignore such a woman, right?
In short, Wang Ying couldn't figure it out.

Or maybe Jiang Mo didn't want to be harassed so she pretended that she was not single, but that didn't make sense because Wang Ying felt that apart from herself, there would be no other person in this huge college who could ask her to answer such a question.

To people she is not familiar with, she is the kind of person who won't even say "hmm" to them. It's not that she is deliberately cold, it seems that she doesn't care about the so-called social practices.

Anyway, for Wang Ying, who grew up in Tianjin, she couldn’t imagine how such a personality could survive in reality.

This made Wang Ying even more curious about this man. What kind of "novel male protagonist" could pursue a girl like this?

...Boom!

While Wang Ying was daydreaming, Jiang Mo played the last note of the piano piece.

When the afterglow faded away, there was a brief silence in the classroom for a few seconds. Then, led by the dean who was present, there was sparse applause at first. Soon, the applause became warm and echoed throughout the entire classroom.

At this time, Jiang Mo stood up, holding up the hem of her skirt, and bowed slightly to the audience in thanks.

"Momo, it's so beautiful!"

After Wang Ying took a photo of Jiang Mo, she also put her hands to her mouth and screamed.

Jiang Mo looked up, her expression as calm as ever, but when she saw the young man standing next to Wang Ying, she was stunned.

Her expression froze instantly and her eyes lost focus.

Then she blinked, and blinked again...

She tried so hard to flutter her eyelashes, but ultimately she couldn't hold back. The dam of her emotions collapsed in an instant, and her physical tears still flowed out, instantly blurring her vision.

She quickly raised her hand to wipe it, and then everything became clear again.

Yes, she was not mistaken, and it didn't seem to be an illusion...

He really was standing there, looking at himself with a smile.

Jiang Mo pursed her lips and wanted to move forward eagerly, but perhaps because she was not used to wearing high heels, she staggered. At this time, Zhou Wang saw what she was thinking and raised his hand to signal her not to worry.

"I'm right here. I won't run away. Slow down."

Zhou Wang gestured and conveyed his meaning.

So Jiang Mo took a deep breath, carefully walked off the stage holding up her skirt, ignored the professor who came over to say something to her, and walked straight to Zhou Wang.

Staring at Zhou Wang, her eyes became misty again, and she spoke subconsciously: "Master..."

What the hell!

Zhou Wang was quick to move forward and covered her mouth.

Senior sister, we can’t shout at this time!
(End of this chapter)