readsfreenovel Chapter 76 Hmph, man
Chapter 76 Hmph, man
Just find a quiet corner where no one is around, write a few matrix equations on the ground to calm yourself down, and you'll recover quickly.
He stumbled along like a zombie for who knows how long, until the noise behind him gradually faded away.
Just as he was about to collapse, a completely different sound came from the end of the long corridor in the distance.
Ding-dong—
The moment he heard the first piano note, Su Hao was jolted awake.
Every keystroke was precise and decisive, like the pulse of an obsessive-compulsive person beating accurately in the air.
Immediately afterwards, extremely clean chords were incorporated, converging into a melody as clear and refreshing as spring water.
A question flashed through his muddled mind: What is the origin of this piece of music?
Su Hao, whose knowledge of classical music was limited to "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," naturally couldn't name Schubert's "Serenade."
But he could feel that the profound yet gentle perfect melody was filling the entire space around him in an incredible order.
The heart, which had been pounding wildly in my chest, miraculously slowed down under the gentle rhythm of those invisible hands.
That feeling of being on the verge of collapse and out of control dissipated as quickly as the tide receded.
At this moment, Su Hao was like a sailor bewitched by a siren, his body involuntarily following the direction of the heavenly music.
The source of the music is a private practice room with large floor-to-ceiling windows.
Through the glass, you can see a girl sitting upright in front of a huge grand piano, playing with complete concentration.
The chords flowing from her fingertips were simply impeccable, the rhythm of the notes was nothing short of perfect...
In Su Hao's eyes, it was no longer music, but a sequence of numbers with absolute order and progressive layers!
This extreme sense of order greatly soothed the anxiety deep within him caused by Psyduck's rampage.
Su Hao was too weak to walk any further, so he simply sat down on the floor with his back against the outer wall of the music room and slowly closed his eyes.
As his eyes closed, the lingering, jarring noises from the orchestra rehearsal that had been ravaging his nerves were gradually and completely washed away by the clear, melodious piano music.
An extremely audacious idea flashed into his mind:
Music... could it be a form of mathematical expression?!
Unbeknownst to him, Su Hao had perfectly synchronized the rise and fall of his chest with the rhythm of the piano keys.
His heartbeat then resonated with a strange rhythm, and he returned to complete tranquility.
The last note stretched and drifted through the air.
As the piece ended, the hands that had danced like butterflies on the piano keys hovered quietly in mid-air, frozen into an elegant rest.
A moment of silence fell over the surroundings, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze.
Su Hao let out a long sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, and felt as if he had been brought back to life.
He stood up, leaning against the wall, only to suddenly realize that the girl playing the piano had turned her head away and was staring intently at him through the glass.
He was startled and tried to turn around and run away, but their eyes met without warning.
Looking at the face in front of him, Su Hao felt a sense of disbelief.
It's hard to imagine that such a powerful and orderly performance could have come from the hands of such a slender, even petite, girl.
However, although her face was delicate, it looked far too young, even with a bit of baby fat still lingering.
They're at most the same age as me, or maybe even younger!
"Who are you?"
Seemingly tired of the awkward silence between the two of them staring at each other through the glass, the girl spoke first.
"Ah... hello. My name is Su Hao."
Su Hao straightened up and straightened his sportswear slightly.
Unexpectedly, the moment she heard the name, the girl's eyes, which had been somewhat wary, lit up instantly.
"Oh! I've heard of you! The gifted youth program, right? The legendary math genius."
She looked Su Hao up and down, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Whether I'm a genius or not is hard to say, but I was definitely in the gifted youth program."
Su Hao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, then habitually asked, "What's your name?"
"Han Dong. Don't you recognize me?"
Han Dong frowned slightly, tilted his head, and asked in a tone of disbelief and shock.
It was as if not recognizing her was some unforgivable sin.
"There are still people in this school who don't recognize me?"
I've heard so much about you! My mom talks about you all the time, it's so annoying.
By the way, how old are you?
"Thirteen years old," Su Hao answered truthfully.
Han Dong, with an air of entitlement, continued his interrogation: "What month were you born in?"
Su Hao narrowed his eyes, asking warily, "Hmm? Why are you asking that?"
"I'm also thirteen. So we're the same."
Han Dong waved his hand, then raised his chin.
"By the way, you really haven't heard of Han Dong, the champion of the Tchaikovsky International Youth Music Competition?"
It's important to understand that this highly prestigious international competition, open only to the world's top musical talents under the age of 17...
To be able to crush a group of older contestants and win the championship at the age of thirteen is an extremely rare achievement.
Han Dong rose to fame after winning the championship and has long been a household name in the national music scene.
Of course, her outstanding looks and temperament also added a lot to her appeal.
Han Dong's parents are school teachers, so it was only natural for her to come over often to practice the piano.
"Never heard of it."
Su Hao answered crisply and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
He genuinely had never heard of it; his world consisted only of Diophantus and Riemann, there was no room for Tchaikovsky.
Han Dong's smug expression froze for a moment, then he suddenly changed the subject...
Like a ruthless debt collector, it unceremoniously stretched its palm over the windowsill.
"No matter what, you've been getting my performance for free, so pay me."
Su Hao was completely dumbfounded: "...I have to pay for this?!"
"Nonsense. Do you think I'm some kind of street performer that anyone can just listen to?"
Han Dong rolled his eyes.
"I'm someone who's given solo recitals at grand theaters and concert halls; charging you is already giving you a discount!"
Su Hao guiltily looked away, wondering to himself if it was just a joke.
But the other person's expression looked so serious. I wonder if she will call 110 (the police emergency number) if I run away immediately?
However, it is indeed true that he had been squatting in the corner like a pervert, eavesdropping on her playing the piano.
But who knew that the rules for art students were so shady? They actually charge you just to hear their voice!
"How...how much? I didn't bring my phone when I went for a run."
Su Hao patted his empty pockets and awkwardly managed to stammer out a sentence.
Seeing Su Hao's extremely serious and embarrassed expression, Han Dong held back for three seconds before finally breaking down and bursting into unrestrained laughter, clutching his stomach.
"Hahaha! That's hilarious!"
But Su Hao couldn't laugh at all; he just felt exhausted.
Faced with Han Dong, who was dressed fashionably and spoke eloquently like a little adult, Su Hao, who was always buried in books, felt unusually awkward.
This is a completely different level of battle compared to how he usually deals with those upperclassmen who he can easily crush with their grades.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about money. I was just kidding, look how scared you are."
Han Dong wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and waved his hand.
"Ah? Really?" Su Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, there's no such thing as a free lunch. In exchange, you'll teach me how to do my math homework."
Han Dong suddenly leaned closer, blinking his cunning eyes.
"Let me clarify first, I'm not an idiot, okay?"
Because I skipped a grade, I didn't learn all of the junior high school math curriculum, and now I'm being forced to learn high school math directly.
I'm only thirteen! Is this reasonable? This is blatant child abuse!
Listening to her complaints, Su Hao's mind raced. He keenly realized that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He recalled the wonderful experience he had just had while listening to Han Dong's performance, which perfectly calmed his mind and even suppressed Psyduck's rampage.
Perhaps, her music is the perfect solution he has been searching for all along!
You should know that he had never experienced such an immediate and miraculous effect before, no matter what kind of popular or light music he listened to.
This is simply the perfect answer sent from heaven.
"Deal." Su Hao agreed without hesitation, and then immediately offered his chips.
"But there's one condition: every time we meet for tutoring, you have to play a piece of music for me. It's really beautiful."
Upon hearing Su Hao's straightforward and even somewhat abrupt suggestion, Han Dong's eyes widened slightly.
Then, with an extremely mature expression that seemed to say, "Hmph, men, I knew it," she sighed in a deliberately profound manner.
"I understand what you're thinking. After all, I'm so talented and beautiful."
Han Dong looked at him earnestly, her eyes filled with pity.
"But I'm sorry, I'm really too busy usually."
Besides practicing the piano, I also have to deal with various competitions, so I really don't have time to date.
You should just give up now.
Su Hao was speechless, frozen in place like a petrified statue.
For a moment, I was so choked by this extremely narcissistic statement that I couldn't say a word!