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

"Got it? Is it that hard?" Shen Ye asked calmly, looking at Chu Cihan's bewildered expression.

In his view, the basic theories of staff notation, pitch differentiation, and clef identification are clear, logical, and simple, and are not difficult problems at all.

Upon hearing this, Chu Cihan instinctively wanted to reply with "Of course it's not difficult," but he suddenly stopped himself from speaking.

When I first learned about music theory, it took me almost a whole day to completely memorize just the correspondence between the five lines and the four spaces.

If I tell the truth, I'm bound to be teased and joked about by Shen Ye.

Concerned about saving face, she rolled her eyes and immediately told a little white lie, raising her chin and feigning arrogance: "No... it's not difficult at all, this is just the basics. Back when I first encountered these things, I was completely self-taught, I didn't need anyone to explain anything to me."

She spoke casually, but a faint, unnatural blush crept onto her cheeks.

Little did Chu Cihan know that Shen Ye's [Rapid Thinking] was already in full operation. Music theory points that others needed to memorize and ponder repeatedly could be instantly grasped and firmly engraved in Shen Ye's mind after a simple explanation from her.

"Hmph, don't think you can be complacent just because you understand the basics." Chu Cihan forced herself to maintain her arrogant demeanor. "If you can't even learn this much, then you're not worthy of being my disciple at all. Now watch carefully, the real focus is on finger technique practice, and this step is not so simple."

As she finished speaking, she slowly raised her fair and slender right hand and gently hovered it above the black and white piano keys.

Warm natural light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows on the back of her smooth hands. Her fingers were clearly defined, and her nails were neatly trimmed with a delicate pink hue, making them exceptionally beautiful.

Following professional playing standards, Chu Cihan naturally bent her five fingers and slightly tucked her palms in, her posture resembling gently holding a round little ball in her palm—standard and graceful.

"Pay close attention to your hand shape; the first step in playing the piano is to maintain a stable posture."

She gave a soft reminder, and with a few quick strokes of her fingertips, began to play a soothing introductory exercise. The gentle, melodious notes filled the quiet practice room.

Shen Ye stared intently at her hand movements, not blinking, not taking in any detail, from the angle of her fingers bending, the position of her wrist, to the force with which her fingertips touched the keys. He quickly figured out the trick.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Ye imitated Chu Cihan's hand gestures and began to play.

After all, this was his first time playing the piano, and he hadn't yet developed muscle memory. His fingers appeared somewhat stiff, and his knuckles unconsciously tensed up. His overall posture looked restrained and awkward, lacking a sense of relaxation.

Chu Cihan turned her head to the side, her gaze falling on his hand. The warm light outlined the soft lines of her profile, her cheeks flushed with a light pink.

She hesitated for a long time, her mind churning, before finally mustering her courage and suggesting in a barely audible voice, "It's hard for you to grasp the essence just by verbal explanation... How about I guide you through the practice? That way you'll get the hang of it much faster."

As he said these words, Chu Cihan's heart suddenly raced, and his chest felt like it was pounding with a little rabbit.

The thought of their hands touching and in close proximity filled me with an indescribable sense of panic.

At the same time, the shyness was suppressed by the little expectation in her heart that she could get closer to Shen Ye under the guise of teaching.

Shen Ye was slightly taken aback, then nodded frankly: "Okay, then I'll trouble you."

Having received the other party's permission, Chu Cihan took a deep breath, tried to suppress his surging emotions, and leaned forward slightly.

The two were already crammed together on the not-so-spacious piano bench, and the distance between them was already extremely close. At this moment, she leaned forward, and her shoulder was completely pressed against Shen Ye's shoulder.

The delicate scent of cedar emanating from the girl gently wafted into my nostrils, and her warm body temperature mingled with the scent through the thin fabric of her clothes.

The music room, which was originally a quiet practice room, has unknowingly become intimate and ambiguous, and the air seems to have become more restless.

Chu Cihan held her breath, carefully extended her right hand, and gently placed it on the back of Shen Ye's right hand.

Their cool, soft skin touched, and both of them stiffened slightly at the same time.

Shen Ye felt a delicate sensation spread along the back of his hand, as if a gentle current was flowing through his veins, and his normally steady heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

He instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but then he remembered that the other person was teaching, so he forced himself to stop.

Chu Cihan's condition wasn't much better either.

With her palm pressed against the boy's warm, firm hand, she could clearly feel his delicate skin and slightly taut muscles, and a sense of shyness instantly swept over her.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she stared intently at the black and white piano keys. Her face was burning hot, and even her fair neck was flushed. Her usual aloof and assertive demeanor had vanished without a trace.

After a brief two-second standoff, she forced herself to calm down, gently applying pressure with her fingertips to slowly adjust Shen Ye's fingers.

"Relax a little, release the pressure in your hands, and pull your palms in a little more... Yes, that's the right state."

Her voice had a distinct soft, trembling quality, and was no longer as sharp-tongued and aggressive as before.

Under her guidance, Shen Ye's tense fingers gradually relaxed, and his originally clumsy hand shape gradually became more standard.

"Try to follow my force and press the keys slowly."

Chu Cihan gently guided Shen Ye's fingertips, causing them to rise and fall together.

A series of clear and melodious piano notes rang out.

With their palms pressed tightly together, every touch of their fingertips on the keys and every flick of their wrists was perfectly coordinated.

Shen Ye could clearly feel the softness of the other person's small hand, as well as the force she deliberately used to lighten it; Chu Cihan also noticed that the boy beside him was very cooperative, obedient and docile throughout, without the slightest resistance.

After gradually getting used to the basic rhythm, Chu Cihan freed her left hand and carefully placed it on Shen Ye's left hand. Her two small hands enveloped Shen Ye's palms respectively, exerting force in unison to guide him in playing simple harmonies.

Four hands are intertwined on the piano keys, with light and shadow interplaying, creating a warm and sweet scene.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the closed practice room, sometimes lively and cheerful, sometimes soothing and lingering.

No one spoke in the room anymore; all that remained was the pure sound of the piano and the two people's slightly hurried breathing.

Time passed slowly. At first, Shen Ye still needed Chu Cihan to lead the way, and he followed Chu Cihan's movements and rhythm.

But not long after, something strange happened.

Thanks to the system's ability to achieve "high-efficiency hand speed," Shen Ye's finger dexterity was already far beyond that of ordinary people.

With continuous practice, he gradually mastered the rhythm of the playing, and the speed of his finger movements became faster and faster. In the end, the frequency of his fingertips rising and falling even surpassed that of Chu Cihan.

The rhythm of the piano music suddenly quickened, and crisp notes poured out in rapid succession.

Chu Cihan gradually felt a bit strained, and the movements of his fingertips began to fall behind Shen Ye's rhythm.

The girl was both shocked and anxious. Her competitive spirit was instantly ignited. She couldn't believe that she, a seasoned pianist who had practiced for so long, would be outdone by a complete beginner.

Chu Cihan gritted his teeth and tried his best to speed up his movements, trying to catch up with the other person's speed.

But Shen Ye's hand speed seemed to have no limit, continuing to steadily increase. The dense piano notes came one after another, the rhythm so fast it was dazzling.

After holding on for a while, Chu Cihan finally couldn't hold on any longer. His arms ached, his breathing became erratic, and he could no longer keep up with the rapid pace.

She could no longer hold on, her voice even trembling with a sob, as she pleaded, "Shen Ye, you're too fast, slow down... I can't take it anymore—"

Upon hearing the pleas for mercy, Shen Ye immediately stopped what he was doing, withdrew his hands, turned his head to look at the girl beside him, his eyes full of surprise.

You can't hold on any longer?

Where's the seasoned pro in the music room?