Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

"Holy crap, I can almost picture the bustling docks with people coming and going and the boatmen's chants echoing everywhere!" one student exclaimed.

Wang Si'en nodded vigorously. She had never heard this piece of music before, but the opening was so extraordinary!

As the tempo gradually quickens, the melody suddenly plunges into the lower register, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

Wang Si'en held her breath. Here it comes!

Ling Luo pressed down rapidly with her left hand on the left side of the bridge, while her right hand played alternately, making the intervals extremely unstable. A sense of impending storm instantly enveloped the entire classroom.

"What a clever tone change, it sounds like the wind from afar!" Wang Si'en murmured.

Before he finished speaking, Ling Luo changed his fingering again, pressing the strings with his left hand and shaking his fingers with his right, interspersed with sharp glissando!

"A 'pincer' 'shake'? And a 'sweeping' 'shake'?" Her deskmate exclaimed in surprise. She had seen Wang Si'en practice these finger techniques over and over again. "How can he use these techniques so smoothly?"

Wang Si'en was speechless; she stared intently at Ling Luo's hand.

What's impressive isn't the fingering itself, but the seamless integration of various complex techniques such as hooking, lifting, stroking, scraping, tremolo, and sweeping, without any pauses or breaks in the sound. This skill is simply terrifying!

The sound of the piano grew increasingly dull and restless.

Hiss! A typhoon is coming!

Everyone clenched their fists, their jaws trembled slightly, and they dared not breathe.

Ling Luo suddenly felt a pain in her wrist and missed a beat.

Teacher Jiang looked at Ling Luo's wrist. These students couldn't hear it, but he had been immersed in music for half his life, and even though the flaw was very small, he could still hear it.

Before Teacher Jiang could make a move, Ling Luo's fingertips suddenly turned to 2/4 time, and the force increased sharply. The sharpness of the high register and the heavyness of the low register intertwined wildly, creating an apocalyptic scene of howling winds and crashing waves that exploded in everyone's minds!

The typhoon's ferocity and destructive power were on full display!

  

"ah--!"

Someone, under extreme repression and shock, let out a short scream.

Ling Luo frowned.

The music suddenly shifted, the melody leaping back and forth between high and low registers, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like a stalemate in a fierce battle.

The rapid, clapping of fingers represents a continuous confrontation, while the short pauses bring a suffocating silence.

He changed his fingering again, adding "decorative dense shaking", which added a few more layers to the intensity and made it full of tug-of-war.

Just as everyone's hearts were pounding, Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, and her fingertips quietly slowed down.

The rhythm returns to a steady 4/4 beat, and the intensity also decreases.

"call--"

A series of long exhales echoed through the classroom, one after another, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

Ling Luo's smile deepened, the melody shifted to the high register, and the tone became clear and bright.

The gentle scraping is like the wind and rain gradually subsiding, and the dark clouds dispersing.

The left hand's "vibrato" and "rubbing" make the notes ripple gently, like the sun shining after a rain, making the air feel fresh.

The oppressive tension that made it hard to breathe completely dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

Finally, the familiar theme melody from the first section resounded again, but with a fuller timbre and a faster tempo than at the beginning.

Before everyone's eyes, it seemed as if they could see the workers, having overcome the typhoon, throwing themselves back into their work with even greater enthusiasm.

As the piece ended, Ling Luo delivered a powerful and decisive chord to conclude the piece.

The entire room fell silent.

One second, two seconds...

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

No one knows who started it, but thunderous applause erupted in the classroom and lasted for a long time.

"Holy shit! Is that even a human being able to play?"

"My legs went weak! I really thought a typhoon was coming; I almost crawled under the table!"

"Did you record it? Quick, send me a copy! I want to go back and pray to it every day!"

"It's recorded, I've posted it in the class group, feel free to take it."

Wang Si'en's eyes gleamed with an unusual light as she stared intently at Ling Luo.

With just a guzheng, he captivated everyone's attention, leading them through a thrilling storm.

Even her guzheng teacher couldn't achieve this.

"I want to become his disciple." Wang Si'en clenched her fists and placed them in front of her chest to encourage herself.

My deskmate, with her sharp ears, overheard me and her eyes practically popped out of their sockets: "What did you say? Si'en, are you out of your mind?"

She lowered her voice and whispered in Wang Si'en's ear, "Your family is a musical family, and your grandfather is a national-level musician. You still want to become someone else's student? If your grandfather finds out, he'll break your legs!"

Wang Si'en nodded with unusual seriousness.

This skill is probably only comparable to that of my grandfather in his youth. If I could become his student, my own musical skills would definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

Over there, Ling Luo had already gotten up and carefully helped her put the guzheng into its case and then put away the stand.

Seeing this, Wang Si'en took a deep breath and mustered all her courage to stand up.

"Um, that... old, no, classmate... could you... that..."

She struggled to finish her sentence, her face turning red with anxiety.

Ling Luo propped the guzheng against the wall and looked at her with some confusion.

Wang Si'en slapped her forehead in frustration. Given her introverted nature, it was already a miracle that she had taken the initiative to start a conversation.

"Hey classmate, my best friend wants to become your apprentice. Do you accept apprentices?" Her deskmate couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed Wang Si'en, shouting for her.

When her best friend called out to her like that, Wang Si'en, seemingly resigned to her fate, nodded vigorously at Ling Luo, like a chick pecking at rice.

This time, all the students around heard it.

"Damn, I remember Wang Si'en's family has a guzheng expert, right?"

"If you remember correctly, Professor Wang Shuhan, who gave a lecture at our school last time, is her grandfather!"

"Then why bother with apprenticeship? Why not apprentice to a student in the same grade as us?"

The students were buzzing with discussion, all eyes fixed on Ling Luo on the podium.

They are from different majors, but they are in the same large classroom because this class is a general professional course at the music academy.

A top student majoring in guzheng, with a national champion in his family, is now going to become a student of a classmate whose major is unknown.

This is enough to prove that the boy on stage is beyond their comprehension.

Ling Luo gently shook her head. Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the quiet classroom.

"Sorry, I don't accept apprentices."

He hadn't received long-term, systematic training in the guzheng. He only learned to play the guzheng because his music teacher in his previous life discovered his talent and taught him for free for a year.

This was the piece he used for his grade exam, so he put in some effort and managed to play it quite well.

However, he later decided that his ambitions lay elsewhere in the entertainment industry, which is why he stopped studying it.

Later, he was forced to enter the entertainment industry, and only slowly picked up his dream again after losing it.

If he were to take on disciples, he might mislead them.

But others are unaware of his concerns.

"Damn, he actually refused?"

Wang Si'en lowered her head in disappointment. "I'm sorry, I was presumptuous."