A Young Woman's Heart

The other people in the audience didn't sense anything unusual and thought it was a stage effect created by someone else.

"Whoa—!"

Someone started screaming, and others joined in, making the atmosphere exceptionally lively.

It's worth noting that Mr. Xue's suona didn't have a microphone for amplification. Even so, the sound still spread to every corner of the lecture hall. In fact, because the sound wasn't transmitted through a microphone, the original sound of the suona was actually heard, without any slight distortion due to the poor quality of the microphone.

Applause was a given, and many girls couldn't help but take a second look when they saw Mr. Xue.

He's the kind of guy who's neither overly effeminate nor too masculine or angular. In other words, his handsome face is liked by most people; he's the kind of guy who's popular with everyone.

"The senior in the second year of high school is so handsome—!"

"Hey—! Senior!"

"senior--!"

"He's not Japanese, why are you calling him 'senpai'?"

What is your relationship with the Japanese?

The students in the audience started arguing again.

"One more song!" Some students even leaned over the stage and shouted at him.

Mr. Xue simply smiled, revealing a few teeth, without responding.

"Xiaoxue—you can step down now!" Wang Jiale shouted at him.

Her voice was drowned out by the noise of the audience below the stage, and it was a little hard to hear.

Mr. Xue nodded, took a few steps back, and the curtain slowly covered him.

The host came on stage again and announced that the next performance would be a duet by Class Two.

As for the music, we still don't know—even Hua Yinyin herself probably doesn't know.

"Yinyin, what are you going to play later?"

"I don't know."

"Can't you say something I can't guess once in a while?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

How about "Ambush from Ten Sides"?

"I can't!"

"Hey, haven't you heard me play this before?"

"You think you can play something after just one try? Do you take me for some once-in-a-century genius?"

"Don't worry, Yaoyao, you can definitely do it!"

Mo Xueyao, her eyelids drooping, pointed to her temple: "Unless I have an interface here where you can insert a floppy disk for me to read, it's simply impossible, okay?"

"Next, please welcome—"

The host was already preparing to leave the stage.

The curtain also began to slowly move to both sides.

"It's too late, Yao Yao!"

"Okay!" Mo Xueyao could only sit helplessly in front of her piano bench, hoping in her heart that this guy wouldn't cause any trouble.

Hua Yinyin sat on the chair, hugging her pipa.

Before the curtain was fully drawn back, her music had already begun.

This guy really dares to say and do things.

The opening song is "Ambush from Ten Sides".

Mo Xueyao had no choice but to grit her teeth and follow along with her sense of rhythm, and then she discovered... she could actually keep up?

Although it was somewhat forced, there was a strange sense of exhilaration in using all my strength.

Her brain was racing, and all that was in front of her were the constantly appearing musical staves, while all other chaotic thoughts were banished from her mind.

However, she was clearly too naive.

Because... Hua Yinyin actually changed the score!

And it seems to have been impromptu.

This is something I've never heard of before.

I don't know if there's anyone in the world who can keep up with her immediately, but she certainly can't.

She was so angry that she wanted to play randomly, and her hand trembled, so she pressed the wrong key.

The duet was about to fall apart completely...

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Chapter 136 Four-Handed Piano Duet

"What is Yinyin doing... Is she really acting crazy?" Wang Jiale said worriedly, and the next second he heard Mo Xueyao's piano playing, which was obviously a bit strange.

This is a rhythm that's hard to keep up with, and then it's going to go off-key.

"It's over..." Even Mo Zhuyou sensed something was wrong. She covered her eyes with her hands, too afraid to look.

However, Hua Yinyin's melodious and agile pipa caught the wrong note played by Mo Xueyao and turned the mistake into an opportunity, guiding the music in another direction.

Mo Xueyao was somewhat surprised, but then realized that it didn't seem to matter whether she could keep up or not. As long as she could play at least a piece of music, Hua Yinyin would definitely be able to pick up on or fill in the gaps in the improvisation.

This feeling is like someone handing you a pillow when you're sleepy, bringing you a bowl of food when you're hungry, or helping you undress when you want to take a bath...

But at the same time, there is also a sense of frustration.

It seems that no matter how recklessly Mo Xueyao acts, she can't stir up too much of a storm in this small pond.

She even wanted to go against Hua Yinyin, but in the end she suppressed this little thought.

After all, this is still a performance, and it wouldn't be good if we messed everything up.

However, her competitive spirit perfectly matched the mindset required for an ambush from all sides—that is, the so-called killing intent.

Even students who don't understand music felt as if they were enveloped by a chilling atmosphere, as if they were in the center of a battlefield, surrounded by enemies.

Hua Yinyin's pipa was also plucked more intensely, and the 'zhengzheng' metallic vibrato made people feel a little tingly on the scalp.

Whether it's the song from "Ambush from Ten Sides" or not is no longer important at this point.

Mo Xueyao was improvising with her absolute musicality, while Hua Yinyin was also improvising with her ten years of experience.

The ensemble performance turned into a musical battle, but it was quite enjoyable nonetheless.

Just as she suddenly had the idea to change the style of the music to a gentler one to catch Hua Yinyin off guard, the latter actually put her pipa on the chair and took off her finger covers and other accessories.

Mo Xueyao pressed the D major key twice, unsure whether she should end the piece or continue playing.

But then, Hua Yinyin moved the chair from the drum set next to her and sat down beside her.

"Little Yaoyao, make way~"

Mo Xueyao gave her a questioning look, but still moved her seat to the side.

She only knew that Hua Yinyin could play the electronic keyboard, but she didn't expect her to play it so well.

“Play whatever you want, whatever you want to play—” Hua Yinyin said in a low voice.

Mo Xueyao subconsciously pressed a series of notes, which was the prelude to "Fallen Leaves Are Like Potato Chips".

Hua Yinyin naturally assisted her from the side, and sometimes even guided the rhythm.

This is actually a playing style called four-hand piano duet.

However, it usually requires perfect teamwork, or at least one of the two people must have exceptionally high skills.

Class Two had so many surprises up their sleeves that the students in the audience couldn't take their eyes off them, because no one knew what kind of surprise they would create next.

But Hua Yinyin didn't let them have their way this time; the performance ended with a four-hand duet.

Even after the last note faded away, Mo Xueyao was still somewhat dazed.

In her daze, she even felt as if she had become one with Hua Yinyin.

Such a duet can truly allow the two people's spiritual worlds to converge, and that tacit understanding, like that of twins, makes one want to experience it again.

"Alright, Yaoyao, what are you doing? Let's pack up and go." The curtain was slowly closing, and Hua Yinyin blew a breath into her ear, saying with a mischievous smile.

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and pressed her round face to the side: "So what happened just now was just an illusion—you are Hua Yinyin now!"

"What is Xiaoyao saying?!" Hua Yinyin, who had been pressed to the side, stretched out her arm forcefully and then flicked her forehead. "Hehe!"

"Ugh! What are you doing?"

"I'll flick you to wake you up."

"You two, stop fooling around, okay? The host's almost finished speaking, hurry up and pack your things and get off the stage..." Wang Jiale carried his bass guitar backstage. "If you want to 'flirt,' please go back to the band room, okay?"

"Lele's jealous~" Mo Zhuyou teased as she packed up her drum set.

"Are the students from Class Two ready yet?" a student acting as a staff member backstage shouted anxiously.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right down!"

After packing up their instruments, the five girls returned to the band room, except for Mr. Xue, who said he wanted to watch the other classes' performances.

"Oh, Shuer, you're back already?" Wang Jiale greeted her with a smile.

Now, apart from Mo Xueyao who still finds it a bit strange to call her that, it seems that all the other girls in the band call her that.

"Yes, I recorded the entire performance."

"Oh? Really? Can we watch it now?" Mo Zhuyou leaned closer with some anticipation.

"Hmm... You can watch it directly. I'll ask Teacher Qiu for help later to transfer it to the computer and then burn it onto a CD." Yu Shu turned the digital camera over and placed it on the table in front of everyone.

The screen is very small, so everyone has to get close to see it.

The four of them sat on either side. As girls, it didn't matter if they squeezed together—as long as Hua Yinyin didn't touch them inappropriately.