You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

As dusk falls, the city lights begin to illuminate the scene.

Lin Chen didn't drive the overly flashy RS7. Instead, he picked out a black top-of-the-line SUV from the garage that had a low-key exterior but a bulletproof interior.

Su Ke'er was dressed up in a light purple off-shoulder evening gown, which accentuated her charming and lovely temperament, making her look more elegant and noble.

Her lightly made-up face, illuminated by the soft lights inside the car, was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Brother Lin Chen, are we... are we being too high-profile?"

Su Ke'er looked at her dress and Lin Chen's well-tailored Armani haute couture suit, and stuck out her tongue a little shyly.

"Not high-profile."

Lin Chen said this while driving, without looking to the side.

"My woman, Lin Chen's woman, must be the most dazzling person in the room, no matter the occasion."

His calm tone contained an undeniable domineering air, instantly filling Su Ke'er's heart with sweetness. Her little face flushed red, like a ripe apple.

The National Centre for the Performing Arts, this magnificent egg-shaped building, exudes a captivating artistic brilliance in the night.

Luxury cars lined the entrance, and elegantly dressed people filled the air. Those who could attend tonight's concert were all celebrities and refined gentlemen from Beijing's high society.

Lin Chen parked the car, gentlemanly opened the car door for Su Ke'er, and naturally took her hand.

The two were a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful, and their exceptional temperament attracted a lot of attention as soon as they appeared.

As Su Ke'er suggested, they first went to the backstage dressing room to visit Old Liu, who was about to go on stage.

The dressing room was bustling with people, all members of the orchestra performing that evening. An elderly man with gray hair and a sprightly demeanor immediately smiled kindly at Su Ke'er.

"Ke'er, you're here!"

"Teacher Liu!"

Su Ke'er called out sweetly, broke free from Lin Chen's hand, ran over, and gave the old man a hug.

This is the highly respected Liu Zhenbang, also known as Old Man Liu.

"Who is this?"

Old Liu's kind gaze fell on Lin Chen, with a hint of curiosity.

"Teacher, this is my...my friend, Lin Chen."

Su Ke'er blushed slightly as she introduced herself.

Lin Chen smiled and nodded to Old Liu, neither humble nor arrogant.

However, before he could finish saying "friend," a voice full of arrogance and disdain rang out from the side.

"Ke'er, why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for ages."

A young man dressed in a white tuxedo, with his hair slicked back and his chin held almost to the sky, walked over with a glass of champagne in his hand.

It was Bai Zixuan.

When his gaze fell on Su Ke'er's intimate gesture of unconsciously taking Lin Chen's arm, a flash of undisguised jealousy and gloom instantly crossed his eyes.

He sized Lin Chen up and down, his gaze as if he were scrutinizing some low-class nobody, his tone filled with a strong sense of superiority and hostility.

"Ke'er, who is this? Aren't you going to introduce him to me?"

He asked in a feignedly magnanimous manner, but the barb in his words was obvious to everyone.

"Tonight is a world-class classical music venue; not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can walk in."

He paused, smiled contemptuously, and directly challenged Lin Chen:

"Sir, judging from your attire, you must be one of us. I wonder if you have any unique insights into Beethoven's 'Symphony No. 5'? Or rather, do you understand Beethoven?"

Upon hearing this, several band members around him showed expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

Bai Zixuan is known in the industry for being arrogant and haughty. Relying on his family background and talent, he never takes anyone seriously.

His blatant provocation clearly showed that he regarded Lin Chen as a rival in love and was prepared to embarrass him in public.

Su Ke'er's face turned red with anger, and she was about to lash out when Lin Chen gently held her hand down.

Lin Chen's face didn't even show a trace of anger; he just found it somewhat amusing.

Someone of this caliber doesn't even deserve to be his rival in love.

That's an insult to the word "love rival".

He unlocked the [God-level Vocal Mastery] and [God-level Hearing (Absolute Pitch)] levels.

In an instant, all the sounds in the entire lounge were presented in his mind in the form of data with perfect clarity.

The subtle differences in pitch when musicians tune their instruments, the variations in tone of voice when people talk, and even the low-frequency noise from the air conditioner vents in the corners are all clearly visible.

Lin Chen ignored Bai Zixuan and instead turned his gaze to the Steinway grand piano behind him that he had just used for practice.

He strode over, his slender fingers casually pressing a few single notes on the black and white piano keys.

"Do-So-Mi-"

The crisp sound of the piano echoed in the lounge.

Seeing that Lin Chen didn't answer but instead touched his piano, Bai Zixuan's disdain deepened.

"What? Speechless? Want to play a tune? Sure, I'm all ears. Let's see what you're capable of."

Lin Chen still didn't look at him, but spoke softly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Your left pinky finger has a problem with its force application when playing large octaves."

"In pursuit of speed, the force applied when the fingertips touched the keys was about 0.2 Newtons less than the standard value, resulting in a very faint but definitely present metallic noise in the high register of E-flat major."

"You can't even control the most basic fingering pressure, yet you dare to talk about classical music here?"

Lin Chen's voice was calm and even, yet it exploded like a bombshell throughout the lounge!

Dead!

An unprecedented silence!

Everyone stared at Lin Chen in disbelief, as if they had been strangled.

Several veteran orchestra musicians, in particular, were so astonished that their eyes almost popped out!

0.2... Newton?

Using the physical unit "Newton" to quantify playing dynamics? What kind of insane concept is that?!

Moreover, the metallic noise in E-flat major? Such an extremely subtle flaw is impossible for ordinary listeners to detect, let alone professional performers present. They would not be able to hear it at all without wearing monitoring headphones and using the most sophisticated instruments to analyze it!

But this man, with just a few casual presses, pinpointed the problem perfectly!

This can no longer be explained by "perfect pitch"; it's practically a humanoid sound spectrum analyzer!

The arrogance and disdain on Bai Zixuan's face froze instantly, replaced by a deathly pale color, which then quickly turned into a liverish hue!

Because everything Lin Chen said was actually correct!

He did indeed take some "shortcuts" in his fingering in pursuit of a dazzling virtuoso effect in a cadenza, a fact known only to himself and his private tutor!

But how did this man, who appeared out of nowhere, know all this?!

"You...you're talking nonsense! You're slandering me!"

Bai Zixuan roared fiercely, but his trembling voice and evasive eyes completely betrayed him.

Lin Chen didn't even bother to look at him again. He simply turned around, took Su Ke'er's little hand again, and nodded slightly to Old Liu, who was already too shocked to speak.

"Mr. Liu, we'll head to the audience seats now. We wish you a successful performance."

After saying that, he turned and left gracefully, taking with him Su Ke'er, who looked on with admiration and pride.

All that was left was Bai Zixuan, utterly devastated by the dimensional reduction attack, standing there gritting his teeth, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal, and a room full of musicians staring at Lin Chen's retreating figure as if he were a monster.

However, in that instant of turning around, Lin Chen's [God-level Insight] inadvertently swept over the main piano in the very center of the stage, which was shining brightly under the spotlight and would be played by Old Liu himself that night.

His pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Beneath the piano pedals, in an extremely hidden structural gap, there was a very unnatural, matte black metallic reflection, no bigger than a fingernail.

The material and coating of that thing were completely out of place with any part of the piano itself.

Lin Chen's steps did not falter at all, as if he hadn't seen anything, but he had silently memorized that location.

It seems that tonight's "surprise" is even bigger than he imagined.