A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

The black Maybach smoothly slowed down and gently drove into the city center's most prestigious high-end art and culture hub.

The towering, ornate wrought iron gates opened slowly to both sides automatically, isolating the outside world from the noise of traffic.

Separated by just one wall, it felt like two completely different worlds.

Outside is the bustling and noisy downtown commercial street, while inside the park it is quiet, elegant and peaceful.

Throughout the entire art building, the faint fragrance of wooden musical instruments mingles with the subtle scent of books, creating a refreshing and pleasant atmosphere.

The students, teachers, and staff coming and going were all elegant and graceful, with composed manners. The melodious sounds of pianos, flutes, and strings drifted through the air from time to time, creating an immersive artistic atmosphere.

The car came to a smooth stop, and Chu Cihan was the first to push open the door of the luxury car and get out.

She wore a clean and elegant light blue dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her light steps, like a wind chime flower gently unfolding in a breeze, both gentle and beautiful.

She turned her head and glanced at Shen Ye, who was slowly getting out of the car without any hurry. Her delicate eyebrows lifted slightly, revealing that familiar arrogant little look.

"Hey, you little punk, stick close to me. This place is huge, with rooms and corridors everywhere. If you get lost, no one will come back to look for you."

Her tone carried a hint of superiority, as if she were deliberately reminding Shen Ye that this was her territory.

"Oh."

Shen Ye chuckled softly, unconcerned.

He casually straightened his hoodie collar, his posture upright and relaxed, his expression indifferent, and he slowly followed in her footsteps.

The two entered the lobby of the art center one after the other.

As they walked, everyone they passed would unconsciously linger their gazes on the two of them for a few seconds.

Chu Cihan was born with exquisite looks and a noble and aloof temperament. Her aura, cultivated from a pampered upbringing, made her stand out from the crowd at a glance.

Shen Ye, standing beside her, was even more stunning, outshining everyone else in terms of looks.

With clear and bright eyes and delicate features, he possesses an innate sense of calm and aloofness.

Standing together, these two stunningly beautiful individuals, one aloof and proud, the other gentle and composed, complement each other perfectly in temperament and appearance. As they walked down the bright and clean corridor, they instantly became the most eye-catching sight in the entire venue.

Many passing students and teachers couldn't help but steal a second glance, their eyes filled with amazement.

The two had only walked a few steps across the hall when a middle-aged man in a suit, with a capable demeanor, jogged up to them.

He was extremely respectful, bowing slightly and speaking in a humble tone: "Miss Chu, your reserved private practice room has been cleaned and disinfected in advance, and all the equipment has been tested and adjusted. Please follow me this way."

Clearly, Chu Cihan is a top-tier client here, and his treatment is completely different from that of ordinary students.

Faced with such respectful treatment from the staff, Chu Cihan remained calm and composed, as if it were commonplace. He didn't even show any extra emotion, simply nodding slightly to indicate that he should move forward.

The group walked on the smooth, shiny marble floor, passing through quiet, long corridors, deliberately avoiding the crowded and noisy public practice areas.

The route leads directly to the innermost and most private practice room area of ​​the art center.

Each practice room here features a professional double-layer soundproofing design. The heavy solid wood soundproof doors completely isolate all external noise, making it so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The room is equipped with top-of-the-line grand pianos, a full set of professional music theory teaching aids, and a constant temperature and fresh air system. It is the most expensive and most private private practice room in the entire art center.

The staff stopped and gently pushed open the solid wood door.

In an instant, a spacious and exquisite private practice room came into view.

The room is brightly lit, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window partially covered by soft sheer curtains. Warm and gentle natural light filters through the curtains, filling the room with a soothing and therapeutic atmosphere.

In the center of the room stood a grand piano, its body entirely black and its lacquer gleaming. Warm light fell upon the piano, reflecting a delicate and sophisticated luster.

The floor was covered with a thick, soft beige carpet, which made no sound when you stepped on it, creating an extremely quiet environment.

Exquisite potted green plants are placed in the corner of the room, and a simple and soft sofa and matching table and chairs are placed on the side. The arrangement is simple and elegant, quiet and comfortable, and is a completely private practice space.

"Come in."

Chu Cihan waved his hand casually, took the lead and stepped into the room, went straight to the piano, and gracefully sat down.

Her slender, fair fingers rested gently on the black and white piano keys, her fingertips twitching slightly.

Ding-dong-

The crisp, lively, and extremely pleasant notes flowed out slowly, gently breaking the silence in the room.

The sound is clean and clear, which makes people feel relaxed and especially healing.

Shen Ye walked to the sofa and sat down, his gaze calmly falling on the girl in front of the piano. He spoke frankly, giving her a heads-up beforehand:

"Let me make this clear first, I really can't play the piano at all. I only learn a little bit in music class at school. Are you sure you want to teach me?"

He didn't want to fail to learn it later and be caught off guard by this little girl, who would then use it against him and ridicule him relentlessly.

"It's precisely because you don't know how that it's interesting."

Chu Cihan turned her head, a sly and lively smile flashing in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly: "If you knew everything, I wouldn't bother to teach you."

Seeing the girl's enthusiastic expression, Shen Ye shrugged helplessly.

Okay, looks like I can't avoid this piano lesson today.

"Fine, you teach me then."

Seeing him give in, Chu Cihan instantly revealed a bright and cheerful smile, and gently beckoned to Shen Ye: "Don't sit so far away, come and sit here first."

As she spoke, she moved to the inside of the piano bench, deliberately making room for half of it.

The piano bench wasn't very wide to begin with, and when two people sat side by side, the distance between them instantly became extremely close, with their shoulders touching and arms pressed together, making it inevitably a bit crowded.

Chu Cihan first pretended to seriously examine Shen Ye's sitting posture, and then, under the guise of "correcting his basic skills," began to act recklessly.

One moment they would gently straighten his back, the next they would raise their hands to straighten his unsteady elbows, and then they would adjust the posture of his shoulders.

Under the guise of correcting her posture, she was actually taking the opportunity to get close to him, her small hands moving back and forth on Shen Ye's body, a hint of barely perceptible smugness hidden in her eyes.

The little fish looked quite thin, but it turned out to be quite sturdy.

Shen Ye was so exasperated by her antics that he had no choice but to protest. Only then did Chu Cihan reluctantly withdraw her small hand and sit up straight.

On the narrow piano bench, the two stood side by side, extremely close.

The air was filled with the clean scent of each other.

Chu Cihan exuded a cool and sophisticated cedar scent, clean and elegant, with a unique aloofness characteristic of a noblewoman, completely different from the soft, milky fragrance emanating from Lin Chunuan.

Feeling the boy's clean and refreshing aura up close, Chu Cihan's fair ear tips were quietly tinged with a faint blush.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her mind, forcibly calmed herself down, picked up the music theory textbook that was open to the side, and seriously entered the teaching state.

Her usual sharp-tongued, arrogant, and argumentative voice completely disappeared, replaced by an exceptionally gentle, soothing, patient, and tender tone.

He explained each word in great detail and with perfect clarity.

"Look here first. The staff is the foundation of all musical instruments. The five lines and four spaces correspond to different pitches. You must be able to distinguish between the treble clef and the bass clef. This is the most basic skill, and you absolutely cannot get it wrong..."

She pointed to the sheet music little by little, explaining it at a steady pace, gentle and earnest.

She made the originally dry and difficult music theory knowledge simple, easy to understand, and clear.

It's clear that the girl's piano skills are quite good.

After patiently explaining the entire set of basic theories, Chu Cihan turned to look at Shen Ye beside him.

She had mentally prepared herself, thinking that Shen Ye, being a complete beginner, would definitely be confused and bewildered, and that she would need to explain things to him repeatedly.

But when she met Shen Ye's clear, bright, calm and clear eyes, she was instantly stunned.

The boy appeared calm and composed, his eyes clear and steady, without a trace of confusion or bewilderment. Instead, they were crystal clear, as if he had instantly grasped and understood all the complex music theory he had just learned.

Chu Cihan stared at him blankly, and blurted out unconsciously, her tone full of disbelief:

"You...you didn't understand, did you?"