"Ladies and gentlemen, next up we have student Li presenting her cello performance: Quiet Moonlight!" Lei Siyin smiled at Li Qian, introducing her to the students below.

Li Qian glanced knowingly at the audience, raised her cello, and the previous cheers instantly hushed into a profound silence, where even the sound of breathing seemed audible.

"It truly is the allure of a campus beauty. Just look at the expressions on these people now…" Xu Ming commented, glancing at the others.

"Yes, and today Li Qian seems like a completely different person, incredibly stunning. If she weren't the devilishly beautiful campus queen, damn, I would..."

"Stop—stop!" Xu Ming cut off Ye Xiaohou before he could finish; "I don't want to hear your nonsense. You have endless garbage theories about wooing girls, and I’m afraid if I listen to you, I won't be able to appreciate Li Qian's cello piece."

"Hey, I’ll get you!" Just as Ye Xiaohou was about to retort, he realized everyone’s gaze was now completely fixed on Li Qian.

A delicate melody drifted out, threaded with glimpses of something revealing. It was a fast-paced cello piece, rich with suggestive nuances and even a hint of shyness, stirring the hearts of the listeners. As Li Qian played, her body moved unconsciously, her eyes closed tight, as if she had completely merged with her music.

"Principal, your granddaughter seems to have improved again? Truly worthy of being a cello prodigy; so young, yet already possessing the qualifications of a nascent Master!" one teacher remarked quietly.

"Heh heh, this Qian'er still has a long way to go!" Principal Li smiled faintly, gazing toward the stage, perhaps lost in thought. As a successful musician, one needed not only skill but also profound artistic attainment; music could bring tranquility and drive human emotion.

What Li Qian was performing was a piece engineered to evoke those suggestive feelings. Her artistic depth was in no way inferior to that of a Master—an achievement cultivated through both natural talent and tireless effort.

Yang Yi stood behind the tent watching Li Qian play, feeling an inexplicable sense of loneliness emanating from her. From her music, he could tell she longed for care; she was using this suggestive music to mask an inner disquiet. Seeing Li Qian finish her piece, Yang Yi found himself blurting out a strangely profound sentence: "Why this sudden feeling of unrest?"

"Crash!" A wave of thunderous applause erupted from below the stage. Despite the fact that few in the audience could truly comprehend her music, Li Qian remained perfectly courteous, bowing before retreating backstage.

"Li Qian, Li Qian, Li Qian!" the group of ruffians below roared without restraint.

Meanwhile, Chen Dong, who had been watching Li Qian intently, seemed to make a decision then and there, his eyes growing extremely dark. He murmured, "Li Qian, even if I lose everything, I must have you. No one will stop me, not even Yang Yi...!"

"Alright, students, our evening gala is quickly drawing to a close. Next, please enjoy our final performance: a piano piece presented by our seniors from Grade Three, Class One!" Lei Lanyin read from her note card, nodding afterward.

"Damn! Giving me such a huge hat to wear?" Yang Yi, already prepared backstage, chuckled wryly upon hearing the announcement from outside the tent.

"Good luck with your performance!" Li Qian walked in and saw Yang Yi, saying this quietly.

"Thanks!" Yang Yi replied politely upon hearing her well wishes. After a pause, he added, "By the way, student Li, your performance was flawless, but... it was missing something...!"

"Missing something?" Li Qian frowned, thinking, Can you even understand my music? Hmph— She glanced at Yang Yi with a flicker of surprise. "My piece... I don't believe it lacks anything, and besides, now doesn't seem like the time to discuss me. You had better focus on yourself and not embarrass our class."

"Uh!" Yang Yi was momentarily taken aback. He thought that since the recipient didn't appreciate the critique, there was no need to say more. With a slight smile, he replied, "Don't worry, just leave it to me!"

"Tap tap!" All the lights in the gymnasium were extinguished, punctuated by a few crisp sounds, followed by a rolling, 'gurgle, gurgle' sound of movement. Then, 'Snap!' A single spotlight illuminated a grand black piano center stage.

"Holy crap, is the person playing the piano our Boss?" Xu Ming asked, eyes wide as he stared at the piano.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it," Ye Xiaohou murmured dreamily as well.

Lin Fatty looked back at them, smiling smugly. "It's not over yet; prepare your ears. Brother Yi is an old hand at the piano, hehe!"

"No way, is that for real?" Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming asked simultaneously, deeply skeptical.

"See for yourself!" Lin Fatty responded, thinking inwardly, Hee hee, sorry, Brother Yi, even if it's a bit exaggerated, you're probably touching this piano for the first time today, but at least you used to pore over that piano book, pretending to press the keys—hee hee, don't blame me!

"Alright, welcome our respected seniors from Grade Three to perform their piano piece!" Lei Siyin announced with a calm smile.

The crowd below had no idea who was coming on stage, so their enthusiasm was subdued. Hearing the introduction, Yang Yi took a deep breath, unconsciously letting go of his usual roguish smirk, and walked slowly and deliberately to the piano, taking his seat.

"Damn, it really is the Boss, oh my god!" Xu Ming stared fixedly at the stage.

"This brat?" Principal Li, sitting in the control booth above the stage, exclaimed in surprise, but the expression vanished quickly, replaced by a gentle smile.

Yang Yi placed his hands over the keys and adjusted his feet on the pedals. He looked out with a slight smile at the almost motionless, stunned students below, his hands quickly brushing across the white keys with a soft 'Deng deng!'

"Okay, here we go." In his mind, Yang Yi recalled a piano piece he once loved to play, and his hands began to move slowly.

A melody, initially somewhat clear and purely gentle, emerged under Yang Yi's hands. It started with a touch of melancholy, followed by soothing warmth, played with perfect control. Before he knew it, Yang Yi’s eyes were closed, as if he were both enjoying the music and deeply feeling this first performance of his.

A cool stream flowed out like running water, carrying a subtle arrogance lurking in the heart, compelling the melody with an inspiring magnetism. The beautiful, pleasing notes gradually stimulated the ears of everyone present. They felt moments of tranquility, followed by deep sorrow, and then a surge of imposing pride, as if they themselves stood atop the highest peak, magnificent and unmoving against any wind or rain.

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