Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

This is a European-style building full of classical charm. Just by looking at the heavy oak door and the polished brass handles, you can feel its long history and extraordinary style.

He pushed open the door and entered, and a melodious Chopin Nocturne playing from the store's speakers, accompanied by the unique aroma of fine wood mixed with polishing agents, wafted towards him.

The spacious and bright exhibition hall displays dozens of pianos of various shapes and sizes.

From upright pianos suitable for home use to grand pianos powerful enough to fill a concert hall, each one is like a sleeping work of art, quietly radiating its brilliance.

"Welcome to Okuda Piano Studio."

A young female shop assistant in a uniform, with a gentle demeanor and a professional smile, came forward to greet us.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?" she asked, sizing up the young man in front of her.

Although the boy in front of me was dressed well, he looked too young and lacked the artistic temperament that comes from years of immersion in music.

Are they new guests?

She subconsciously assumed that Seiji Fujiwara was a young man who was curious about the piano.

In Ginza, such customers are not uncommon. They usually do so simply to satisfy their curiosity or to appear cultured, and very few actually place an order.

"I'm just browsing." Fujiwara Seiji's reply confirmed her guess.

"Okay, sir." The salesperson's smile remained standard, but his enthusiasm had subtly diminished. "We have the latest Yamaha and Kawai home-use models here, perfect for beginners, and very cost-effective. If you're interested, I can give you a detailed introduction."

Seiji Fujiwara nodded noncommittally and began to stroll around the store.

Just then, the doors of the piano hall were pushed open again.

"Manager Tanaka! Touma-sensei has arrived!" another employee at the door called out in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit rushed out of the office, his face beaming with a humble yet warm smile.

"Oh my! Professor Yoko! Your presence is such an honor to our humble shop!"

Manager Tanaka jogged up to greet him personally, his attitude extremely respectful.

The person in front of me is the internationally renowned pianist Yoko Touma, and he must personally receive her; there can be no room for error.

Because a few words of evaluation from the other party can easily shake the reputation of Okuda Piano Studio.

Upon hearing the sound, Seiji Fujiwara also subconsciously turned around and glanced back.

He saw a tall woman with long black hair slowly walk in, being enthusiastically led in by the manager.

The woman was in her thirties, not yet forty.

His face was expressionless, exuding a cold and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

Seiji Fujiwara felt that this woman looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

But I couldn't remember it for a moment, so I didn't take it seriously anymore.

He turned his head and continued looking at his piano.

At the same time, Touma Yoko also noticed Fujiwara Seiji's gaze.

She looked over and saw the boy standing next to a Steinway.

"what?"

Touma Yoko let out a soft "hmm," instinctively feeling that the boy looked somewhat familiar.

But she didn't pay much attention to it either.

I see so many people every day, it's normal to recognize them.

Touma Yoko quickly looked away and began discussing the maintenance of her piano with Manager Tanaka.

"Mr. Tanaka, I'm counting on you for this tuning as well."

"Of course! Of course! Please rest assured, Ms. Yoko! I will definitely have Master Yamamoto personally take charge! I guarantee that your piano will be in its most perfect condition on stage!" Manager Tanaka patted his chest and assured her.

The conversation between the two took place on the other side of the exhibition hall.

Meanwhile, Seiji Fujiwara strolled leisurely through the piano room.

The female shop assistant who was responsible for serving him followed closely behind him, still wearing a professional smile on her face, but in her heart she had already labeled him as someone who "only looks and doesn't buy".

Her mind had already wandered to another place, wondering if she could find an opportunity to ask the famous Yoko Touma for an autograph.

Fujiwara Seiji's gaze lingered briefly on a certain piano.

She immediately said, "Sir, this Yamaha U1 series is our best-selling model. It has a bright tone and a feel that is very suitable for Asians. It is an excellent choice as a beginner's practice piano."

Seiji Fujiwara glanced at it, shook his head, and walked straight through the area displaying affordable Japanese brand pianos, heading deeper into the showroom to an area separated by red velvet railings.

That area belongs to top brands.

Steinway, Bösendorf, Fazioli... the price tag of each one is enough to buy a small apartment in Tokyo.

"Ah... sir!"

The female shop assistant couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"The pianos here are very valuable, please be careful."

Although the exclamation wasn't loud, it sounded particularly abrupt in the exhibition hall, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the store.

Countless gazes were cast toward Seiji Fujiwara.

Yoko Touma, who was talking to Manager Tanaka, was interrupted and looked toward the source of the sound.

All the people saw was an excessively young boy who ignored the salesperson's introduction and went straight to the expensive piano area.

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Seiji Fujiwara seemed oblivious to these stares.

The system's rewards include not only arrangement and composition skills, but also knowledge of various musical instruments.

After all, without knowing how to play an instrument, one cannot talk about arranging or composing music.

Therefore, Seiji Fujiwara glanced at it.

Everything about these piano brands—their history, their characteristics, the subtle differences in tone between their different models—is presented as clearly as if it were a text in the palm of your hand.

They patrolled the area several times.

Seiji Fujiwara's gaze lingered on a grand piano that was entirely black and gleamed with a warm luster.

That's Fazioli's F278 concert grand piano.

Steinway boasts a brilliant tone, Bösendorf a warm tone, while Fazioli is renowned for its exceptional clarity and penetrating power.

He felt that this one was the most pleasing to the eye.

Without any hesitation, he walked around the velvet railing, went to the piano bench, sat down, and then opened the piano lid.

The female shop assistant didn't even have time to stop it.

"Sir! Please wait a moment!"

She was terrified that this seemingly clueless boy would break the expensive instrument, which was worth tens of millions of yen.

He quickly stepped forward to try and stop them.

"I'm very sorry, sir! This piano is for members only and is not available to regular customers!"

Even if it's not her fault, if it gets broken.

The store would also reprimand her and deduct her wages and bonuses.

Seeing this, the other people in the store also frowned.

In their view, Seiji Fujiwara clearly lacked the temperament honed by years of playing the piano, and every move he made carried the awkwardness of a "newcomer".

"A farce."

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Yoko Touma frowned as well, and murmured softly.

"I'm so sorry, Yoko-sensei! I'll handle it right away!" Manager Tanaka was sweating profusely as he hurried toward Seiji Fujiwara.

He cursed inwardly, wondering which child was so ill-mannered. If they disturbed Mr. Touma, a major client, his year-end bonus would be gone.

"Can't we try?"

Seiji Fujiwara turned to look at the panicked shop assistant and asked in return.

"This..." The shop assistant looked troubled.

"Ah."

Seiji Fujiwara chuckled, took two items out of his pocket, and placed them on the music stand of the piano.

One is a black card from a global chain bank, completely black.

The other set of keys was for a Bentley.

"If I break it, I think I can afford to pay for it."

The female shop assistant was so speechless that she couldn't say a word.

The black card and luxury car keys on display were enough to show that the young man in front of them was quite wealthy.

Even if it gets damaged, I can definitely afford to pay for it.

Just ...

It doesn't suit the style of their piano studio.

The other people in the store, however, had even deeper frowns.

In their view, Seiji Fujiwara's approach of using money to solve problems is a stain on art.

Art is refined; how can it be measured by the stench of money?

"How...vulgar." A lady who looked quite distinguished covered her mouth with her fan and muttered to her companion.

Yoko Touma shook her head, stopped Manager Tanaka who was about to go over, and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."

"Okay, okay, Yoko-sensei, let's go to the VIP room!" Manager Tanaka nodded repeatedly, preparing to lead Touma Yoko away from this troublesome place.

At this time.

Seiji Fujiwara gently placed his hands on the black and white piano keys.

The boy closed his eyes.

Just as everyone was holding their breath, preparing to face an auditory disaster.

Seiji Fujiwara's fingers moved.

clang!

A series of rapid notes, full of wild tension, suddenly burst forth from his fingertips!

The melody was like a flame breaking free from its shackles.

Wild and unrestrained, it is full of the wandering and unruly spirit of the Gypsies!

It's as if you can instantly see the swirling skirts around the campfire and hear the hoarse yet free singing accompanied by tambourines and strong liquor.

"This is... a piano arrangement of Sarasate's 'Gypsy Song'?!"

Manager Tanaka blurted out the name of the piece, his face full of surprise.

"This is a piece that is widely recognized as having a level seven difficulty level for performance!"

"Gypsy Song" demands extremely high skill from the performer. Not to mention a seemingly novice teenager, even many professional pianists would never dare to play on a top-tier piano like Fazioli's, whose tone is so clear that it can magnify any flaws, without sufficient practice!

Not only him, but everyone else present, anyone with even a little musical knowledge, looked surprised.

The noblewoman who had previously covered her mouth with her fan and looked down on Fujiwara Seiji for being "vulgar" now gaped wide open!

Yoko Touma, who was about to turn and leave, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

As a world-class pianist, her ear is extremely sensitive to pitch, rhythm, and technique.

She could hear that every note flowing from that Fazioli piano was textbook precise.

The handling of every ornament is absolutely perfect!

"Gypsy Rondo? What an amazing playing level!" Touma Yoko exclaimed inwardly.