MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!-Chapter 115

Hearing this, someone immediately agreed: "This is good, handsome enough."

The classmate who was still joking next to him also echoed: "Are you two playing the piano together? What is that called, four claws...ah no, four hands playing together?"

"Ah, I want to see it! Hurry up and fast forward to the New Year's Day party!"

"It's almost the end of the month."

Ouyang Yu, who often chatted with everyone, already knew many of his classmates' hobbies and specialties. He knew that Pei Qingyuan had many artistic talents, but he never voluntarily mentioned them.

Only Ji Tong's background was special, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to talk about the past with Ji Tong, fearing that the other party would not remember, which would only add to the sadness.

But now Pei Qingyuan, who has the best relationship with Ji Tong, proposed it on his own initiative, so Ji Tong should know the piano, right?

Ouyang Yu asked Ji Tong casually: "Do you think it's okay? If possible, you two can discuss a song, and I'll submit it first. This program will definitely be selected."

"But..." Ji Tong wanted to shake his head, but felt that the host seemed to be looking at him, so he could only stiffly maintain the heartless smile just now, "Okay."

"Then it's such a happy decision!" Ouyang Yu patted his notebook excitedly, then turned to look at the others, "Is there anyone else who wants to sign up? The teacher told us to report more for freshmen and sophomores. quite busy."

"I really want to watch cross talk. Is there any warrior who wants to contribute some language programs? It's so boring to sing and dance."

"It requires eloquence, but also a personal style."

Ouyang Yu subconsciously turned his attention to the male student in the class who best met this standard.

Mulu was wary of the hedgehog head who was stepping back step by step: "What are you looking at me for?"

Because his personality was forced to change and he was no longer so annoying, some people would take the initiative to joke with him: "I think that as long as you and Ouyang meet each other recently, the picture will become funny for no reason, or you two Contribute a show? Absolutely fun."

"Okay, I want to see this too!"

Ouyang Yu began to gradually accept his fate as a funny man, and even took the initiative to say: "What do you think, Lao Zhang?"

Zhang Yun wanted to speak but stopped, and finally chose to run away: "...I think I want to go to the bathroom."

Why on earth did the world become like this?

The classroom was full of laughter and talking, only the seats of Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan fell into a mysterious silence.

Theoretically speaking, at this time, Ji Tong will definitely follow suit and let Zhang Yun report the program.

But he was very quiet now, turning his head to look out the window.

Pei Qingyuan couldn't see his expression, so he could only judge that his chin resting posture was a bit stiff at the moment.

So he asked in a normal tone: "Do you want to go to the party?"

This sentence is obviously the same as the usual tone when the host asks for his opinion.

But Ji Tong inexplicably felt terrified.

He didn't move, and his voice was like a mosquito: "I want to."

He has never participated in this kind of event before, so of course he wants to make up for his regrets, play with everyone without any scruples, and take more photos and videos as souvenirs.

...It would have been nice if the host hadn't said he wanted to play the piano.

Why a piano?

The host couldn't be suspicious of him because he blurted out that he had learned a little bit of piano, right?

Ji Tong's hand resting on his chin slowly moved up, silently covering his face, while secretly observing the host with the built-in God's perspective camera system.

"That's good. If you don't want to go, you can refuse." Pei Qingyuan said calmly, "What song do you want to play?"

There seems to be no abnormality, because the host has no expression on his face.

Expressionless is the most common expression of the host.

Is he thinking too much?

"Anything." The guilty Ji Tong emphasized, "Anyway, I know everything."

"Well, then I will choose."

When the teacher walked into the classroom, Pei Qingyuan looked down at the book and said calmly: "Practice coordination when you have time."

Out of the corner of his eye, as the class bell rang, Ji Tong finally turned his eyes back from the window and looked at the blackboard honestly: "Oh."

He did some psychological training for himself, and he finally relaxed slowly.

Even if the host finds it strange, he has nothing to reveal.

As a system, it can be a piano instantly.

Ji Tong reflected on his excessive nervousness, and felt that he must have been frightened by the crematorium described by Fu Yinyin, so he was a little suspicious during this period.

He has been hiding very well all this time, never mentioning his previous experience, the host has no reason to suspect that he is human.

In fact, the vast majority of people cannot pretend to be another identity without any flaws. Fu Yinyin and Fang Hao have said that when they face familiar things, they will say something that should not be done artificially. Smart words.

It's just that everything in the fantasy world has animism, Fang Hao's host doesn't care, and there is no concept of AI at all. In the world of crematoriums, everything is based on emotional lines. Fu Yinyin's host is a good friend with her, and she relies on and trusts her very much, so she won't go into it.

But in the world where Ji Tong lives and needs to be highly vigilant, it just so happens that he lacks experience in the lives of ordinary people, and the novelty he often reveals is naturally similar to artificial intelligence.

So there's no need to panic, it's just the same as before.

Ji Tong cheered himself up in his heart.

Recently, he was very cautious when writing his diary. He chose to secretly write in the consciousness space when the host was sleeping. After writing, he put it in a box and buried it in the ground next to the plant full of Paulownia flowers.

He also planted some flowers and plants on it as a cover, and the surrounding gardens are full of flowers and plants, and the appearance is quite natural.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

The host didn't know that he was writing a diary, and he never thought that there would be a diary buried under the tree that he often passed by.

In short, everything works fine.

Don't panic.

The New Year's Eve Gala is a school-wide event, and the school fully supports it. If the program needs to use musical instruments, they can go to the Conservatory of Music to borrow them at any time.

In the busy schedule every day, Pei Qingyuan arranged the time and took Ji Tong to practice in time.

In order to prove that he is a genius system who can do everything, Ji Tong performed a piece for the host as soon as he touched the long-lost piano.

He randomly found a piece of music that he listened to recently from the BGM library. The melody is soothing and the tonality is sacred. In the sound of flowing music, it seems that there is a lotus blooming slowly on the river, which can make people forget all their troubles. I want to become a monk in situ.

Pei Qingyuan: ...

Fortunately, Ji Tong didn't make any suggestion on the song selection.

His system has always been so specific to his taste in music.

The four-handed play depends on the cooperation of the two. To cultivate a tacit understanding in the practice, Pei Qingyuan thought that he needed to teach Ji Tong a lot. Unexpectedly, Ji Tong just glanced at the score and interpreted it completely, from posture to The skills are all the most standard, and there is no trace of flaws.

Noticing his somewhat surprised expression, Ji Tong took the initiative to say: "I'm very good, right?"

Pei Qingyuan responded softly.

While being too standard and perfect, it also means lacking the personality that people should have.

When different performers play the same piece of music, they will show different personal styles and emotions in the details, and sometimes flaws can also bring a different kind of beauty.

For an AI that only uses tricks and rules to perform music, the lack of personality is normal.

But Pei Qingyuan always felt that something was weird.

This is obviously a romantic piece of music, but Ji Tong's appearance looks very serious, completely different from his usual lively expression when listening to music.

Of course Ji Tong is serious.

He stared at the heart-shattering name on the music score, and devoted 120,000 points of concentration to deal with this challenge, and he didn't even care about being shy when he had occasional physical contact with the host.

The song is called "Secret".

...no secrets!

His mind is full of collected information, imitating the most standard postures and skills, not daring to be distracted at all, the movements of his hands are extremely elegant, and his heart feels the same.

It's all Ouyang Yu's fault.

It would be nice to let the host perform alone, so that he can concentrate on enjoying it offstage.

Outside the piano room, when the students of the Conservatory of Music passed by by chance, they all stopped and looked in.

The sound of the piano is not very clear, but the two backs are very beautiful.

When practicing for the second time, Pei Qingyuan couldn't help but said: "Playing should be a kind of confession or enjoyment. You can try to relax."

Ji Tong nodded seriously: "I am very relaxed and enjoying myself."

"..." Pei Qingyuan glanced at him, "Really?"

Ji Tong didn't move his body, but increased his strength with his hands: "Really."

Hearing his decisive tone and the suddenly accentuated piano sound, Pei Qingyuan finally showed a smile in his eyes.

Whatever the **** Ji Tong is hiding, at least this moment is cute.

He doesn't care about the performance of the party, as long as Ji Tong has a good time.

Pei Qingyuan thought for a while and asked him, "What do you want to wear on the day of the party?"

Ji Tong tried his best to stay focused, and silently read the music score in his heart: "I don't know, it's okay."

"Usually wear a suit." Pei Qingyuan said, "We wear it together."

Suits are one of Ji Tong's favorite elements.

"One black and one white, or two blacks?"

As soon as his voice fell, the originally harmonious and smooth sound of the piano was thrown into disarray, and stopped abruptly after playing a mistake.

This is called relaxation.

Ji Tong stared melancholy at the host with an undiminished smile on his face: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Pei Qingyuan naturally picked up the disconnected note and continued the music.

"Um."

The host actually admitted so confidently.

Ji Tong was sulking for a while, but he couldn't hold back the beautiful and joyful music of the piano, and whispered, "One black and one white?"

...He has indeed begun to imagine the scene of wearing a suit with the host.

Disgraceful but effective.

In this awkward voice that coexists with depression and expectation, the rhythm of the piano music becomes lighter and lighter.

"good."

On the night of the party, there was a lively and cheerful atmosphere in the whole school. The auditorium was full of people, and students who could not sit down could watch the broadcast on their mobile phones or computers.

In the crowd, a white figure was particularly dazzling, especially when there was a boy wearing a long gown beside him, which formed a sharp contrast.

Ouyang Yu's face was numb: "I don't want to walk with you, it looks like I'm here to make a joke."

Ji Tong showed a blank face: "You were meant to be funny."

Ouyang Yu choked: "...Can you save me some face!"

Today Ouyang Yu and Zhang Yun are going to perform cross talk together on stage, the title is "A Word of Hurting Me".

This outrageous-sounding show actually got picked.

God knows that Ouyang Yu just wanted to play Zhang Yun at first.

He thought this was the cruelest thing today, but what was even more cruel was that he was going to the auditorium with Ji Tong in a suit who turned heads 100% of the time.

Ouyang Yu was always worried that he would be beaten: "Why don't you wait for Brother Pei to come over with you?"

Ji Tong lowered his head: "I keep a low profile."

After he and the host changed their clothes in the dormitory, it seemed like a couple's outfit.

Ji Tong was really embarrassed to dress like this and walk towards the auditorium in full view, so he had to grab the tool man Ouyang Yu and slip away first.

As a result, he was greeted countless times along the way.

He had never worn a suit, and he was always worried that he was wearing something strange, and he became more and more nervous.

If I knew I would not listen to the host's words, I would have worn this white one.

Black is more understated.

Arriving at the backstage lounge of the relatively quiet auditorium, Ji Tong found a corner to nest, his mind was empty, and he didn't even realize that the strange classmates quietly took pictures of him, and waited until the host came in.

Seeing the host wearing a suit this time is completely different from before.

And he himself was wearing the same suit in a different color.

It made him more nervous.

Ji Tong silently looked away, not daring to look directly at the host: "Are you going to play soon?"

Pei Qingyuan sat down beside him: "There are still ten minutes."

This double piano performance was arranged very early, and the New Year's Day party has officially started at this moment.

The sound from outside came into the backstage through the stereo, and amidst the applause resounding in the auditorium, Ji Tong felt that he was about to suffocate from tension.

It was his first time participating in this kind of event, and it was also the first time he was going to be on such a big stage.

Chasing high school kids on the athletic field in a dinosaur costume doesn't count.

Before Ji Tong squeezed the pillow in the lounge into a ball, Pei Qingyuan caught his hand in time: "Take a deep breath and relax."

Ji Tong took a deep breath according to his words, and after a few seconds of relaxation, he immediately started chattering.

"There are a lot of people in the auditorium, more people than on the day of the freshman meeting. Are there still many people watching the broadcast?"

"Would it be weird for me to wear this outfit? How about we change? There are always people looking at me along the way, I'm definitely not suitable for white..."

The host was about to announce the curtain, and the students with the staff sign quickly knocked on the door of the lounge to remind them to get ready to play.

Pei Qingyuan led Ji Tong to get up and walked in that noisy direction.

"It's not surprising, it's beautiful." His voice was gentle and powerful, "The audience in the audience is not important."

"You'll ignore them."

Amid the warm applause, the spotlight fell on the piano, shining on the two figures sitting side by side.

It was not the first time that Pei Qingyuan appeared at a large-scale event. Almost all the teachers and students in the school knew him, but many people saw Ji Tong for the first time.

The surrounding lights were turned off, the auditorium was darkened, and all the light shrouded in front of the piano.

Black is cold and gloomy, while white is free from the hustle and bustle, it is unforgettable pure and flawless.

The discussion and exclamation mixed with the applause gradually grew, and soon fell silent amidst the slow sound of the piano.

The black and white keys began to jump.

The prologue of the whole piece is a solo by a man in a black suit.

The beginning of "Secret" is the breeze blowing the falling leaves, the birds hovering in the low sky, and the waves touching the shells on the beach. Gentle, silent, and careful, they seep into the boundless air little by little.

When he first walked onto the stage, under the gaze of countless eyes, Ji Tong almost felt dizzy.

But in the host's solo, his heart seemed to be sucked into the sea, gradually forgetting the spectators on the shore.

Unlike the practice in the piano room that only had rigid melodies before, he was suddenly seized by a strong emotion.

Playing is a confession. That's what the host said that day.

At the end of the prologue, another piece of music quietly joined in the double play section.

Fingers intertwine under the light, the black and white fabrics on the arms touch and then separate, brewing silent heat.

In the intertwined and lingering sound of the piano, Ji Tong suddenly couldn't remember those textbook-like guides, but vaguely remembered the sun a long time ago.

In the quiet piano club, he sat by the window and pressed the keys jerkyly, looking at the lively crowd on the playground in the distance from time to time.

In the huge space, there is only the clear and beautiful sound of the piano.

Love grows in secret.

So the leaves flow into the warm wind, the birds settle on the long-lost ground, the waves find the lost shells, and the lonely islands meet in the sea.

Pei Qingyuan focused on the keys of the piano, and also on the dancing white fingers of the people around him.

Until he saw Ji Tong's wrist gradually lowered, and the speed of changing hands occasionally lagged behind, which was completely different from the standard perfect posture before, and there were all kinds of tiny, real mistakes.

The turbulent waves paused slightly, and then returned to the embrace of the ocean amidst the louder waves.

That is a common mistake made by beginners who have not received professional teaching.