GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator-Chapter 24 - : Symbiotic Sonata

Xu Tairan's Rolex emitted subsonic static as he whispered into the encrypted earpiece—its ceramic casing still bearing micro-abrasions from the yacht party where he'd first hacked the university's voting system. The auditorium's Steinway suddenly resonated at 432Hz, its soundboard vibrating in quantum sync with the orphanage's rusted swingset chains from years past.

"Anyone for a duet?" The host's voice crackled through speakers that had once amplified gene-edited lab mice's ultrasonic squeaks.

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Silence pooled like liquid nitrogen until Su Ningshuang's jade pendant fluoresced azure—a bioluminescent response last observed during her mother's experimental light therapy. She ascended the stage with gliding steps that left temporary depressions in the polymer flooring, their hexagonal patterns mirroring the quantum frost on Ye Chen's forgotten soda can.

Xu's molars ground together, releasing enamel dust infused with neural nano-trackers from Chapter 9's compromised vitamin regimen. His planned humiliation symphony was unraveling into a covalent bond ceremony.

The piano bench creaked with gravitational anomalies as they sat. Ye Chen's fingers found the keys first, triggering chromatic overtones that crystallized the air's humidity into floating dodecahedrons—a phenomenon previously confined to the abandoned particle accelerator's containment field.

Su's opening arpeggio released pheromonal isotopes from her perfume, their molecular structure matching the memory-enhancement drugs administered during Chapter 8's hospital vigil. The crowd swayed as one organism, their collective exhalations lowering the atmospheric pressure to levels last recorded during the dormitory blackout incident.

Xu's Rolex shattered its crystal face when the lovers' theme crescendoed, its graphene oscillator spinning out cuneiform prophecies in mid-air. Glass shards from the shattered stage lights arranged themselves into the same fractal pattern burned into Ye Chen's palms—a signature now pulsing across every smartphone screen in the auditorium through quantum entanglement.

As the final note decayed into ultrasonic territory, the standing ovation's shockwaves triggered subcutaneous implants in three audience members—sleeper agents from the biotech firm's failed cognition trials. Their synchronized collapse went unnoticed amidst the romantic euphoria, though the pooling cerebrospinal fluid would later form precise Fibonacci spirals on the resin flooring.