DAEYTT ## Chapter 024: Wang Qian's Tenth Étude

He Fulin and Zhao Wei exchanged bewildered glances, then looked at Zhou Xuehua, who was also surprised and shook his head slightly, indicating he had no idea either.

Murong Yue, standing next to Qin Xuerong, whispered in her ear, "Xue'er, is your boyfriend out of his mind? What does he mean by that?"

Qin Xuerong pinched Murong Yue's waist, "You're the one who's out of your mind. He means exactly what he says, just listen."

Truthfully, Qin Xuerong was also feeling quite nervous. She wasn't one of those brainless fans who idolized pop stars without understanding anything and blindly praised their so-called idols. She knew the implications of Wang Qian's words. If they were spread around, many would accuse him of being ignorant and pretentious.

Even Jiang Yu couldn't help but chuckle softly, crossing her arms and looking at Wang Qian with a mocking gaze, as if watching a clown. "His songs are decent, but I wonder how he managed to fascinate this girl, Xue'er!"

Jiang Yu glanced at Qin Xuerong and saw that she couldn't take her eyes off Wang Qian, making her sigh inwardly.

Regardless of what others thought, Wang Qian entered his own state of mind, much like Jiang Yu had earlier. Sitting at the piano, he placed his hands on his thighs, closed his eyes, and searched for the right emotions in his mind.

A pianist isn't just a piano player; they need to convey the emotions embedded in the music. When piano masters perform, they are emotionally full and excited, coupled with superb playing skills, they naturally draw the audience into the music's atmosphere.

In his past life, Wang Qian had worked as a composer for several years, becoming very familiar with renowned pieces worldwide, be it piano music or other types. This familiarity allowed him to select the right pieces to adapt and make his own. Those who understand, understand; those who don't need no further explanation.

Since his rebirth, Wang Qian had imprinted everything he had done in his past life into his memory and body.

He had practiced the piano for a few months several years ago before putting it down because he found there was nothing more to practice.

Opening his eyes, Wang Qian's gaze softened. He gently placed his hands on the piano keys, as if caressing a lover, and his fingers glided smoothly over the keys.

Ding dong, ding dong... ding dong ding dong... dong dong dong... dong dong dong...

Each note fell like raindrops from the sky, landing softly in everyone's ears and melding into their hearts and bodies.

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu, both musical prodigies, felt it most acutely, their bodies trembling as if electrified. Jiang Yu's arms, previously crossed, now supported her chin, her teasing smile vanishing, replaced with a serious expression and contemplative eyes. She no longer looked at Wang Qian as a clown but as a top-tier pianist.

Murong Yue mirrored Jiang Yu's expression—surprised, serious, thoughtful. They both confirmed that this wasn't some made-up piece. It was pleasant to listen to, emotionally direct, and rich.

Moreover, Wang Qian's piano skills were undeniably superior, surpassing Jiang Yu's. His emotional expression and the piece's cohesion had no flaws, except that the relatively cheap piano limited his performance.

They immediately visualized a beautiful, gentle girl and felt the affection and attachment towards her. This was a...

Confessional piano piece!

However, they couldn't believe it was an original composition by Wang Qian. They frantically searched their memories, trying to identify the piece.

He Fulin, Zhao Wei, and Zhou Xuehua were more like bystanders, their eyes wide with astonishment, unable to provide any useful information. After all, they weren't experts in classical music. They could only judge whether the piece sounded good and was well-played.

Qin Xuerong felt her heart racing, blood boiling, and her body heating up. Her eyes were glued to Wang Qian, as if wanting to devour him with her gaze. She felt as if this piano piece was written for her, its emotions like a love poem whispering sweet nothings in her ear. It was warm, almost melting her.

Three and a half minutes passed in a blink, at least for everyone present.

When Wang Qian's hands finally stopped, they hadn't quite returned to reality, still somewhat shaken and immersed in the piece's atmosphere.

Clap... clap... clap...

Zhao Wei was the first to come back to his senses, clapping his hands forcefully. He Fulin hurriedly followed suit, clapping along with Zhao Wei's rhythm.

Clap, clap, clap...

Zhou Xuehua smiled and clapped vigorously as well.

Clap, clap, clap...

Qin Xuerong quickly joined in, her face full of excitement and a few tear streaks still visible on her cheeks, having been emotionally swept up in the performance.

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu were the last to snap out of it. They exchanged a glance, both still looking puzzled, and then subtly shook their heads, indicating they genuinely had never heard this piece before. Given their professional expertise, this was absolutely impossible. The piece was simple and pleasant, with clear expression—if it had been published, it would never have remained obscure; it would have been widely known. They would have encountered and studied it from a young age.

Now, the only explanation was that this piece had never been published. Whether it was truly composed by Wang Qian, however, they still harbored doubts. 

Nevertheless, they began clapping softly as well.

Wang Qian stood up and waved his hand modestly, "Thank you, thank you. Actually, piano is just a hobby of mine. I was just messing around. Sorry if it wasn't up to the mark."

He Fulin, straightforward as always, blurted out, "Wang Qian, you're going overboard with this modesty. If this is your hobby level, we might as well quit."

Zhao Wei nodded in agreement and looked at Zhou Xuehua with an inquisitive gaze, as if asking—where did you find this guy? He's something else!

Zhou Xuehua smiled wryly and shook his head, indicating that he had no idea Wang Qian was this skilled either. Although they had never heard this piece before, based on their professional music backgrounds, they could confirm that Wang Qian's piano skill was top-notch. Whether he was top-notch nationally or internationally, they couldn't say, as it was beyond their expertise to judge.

Jiang Yu lowered her hands slowly and fixed her gaze on Wang Qian, asking, "You really haven't studied piano professionally?"

Wang Qian replied, "I graduated with a major in acting and took a few vocal lessons."

Jiang Yu was speechless. An acting major who didn't pursue acting but instead dabbled in music? Despite her pride, she couldn't deny that Wang Qian surpassed her in piano performance alone. If this piece was indeed his composition, then...

He might be a master pianist!

What's more, an unknown master pianist. Jiang Yu felt like she had discovered a hidden treasure.

Murong Yue, bouncing on her toes, stepped in front of Wang Qian, "So, can you teach me this piece? By the way, what's it called?"

Wang Qian almost said it was called "Für Elise," but thinking it would sound too abstract and distant coming from him, he followed the naming conventions of many piano masters, "Wang Qian's Tenth Étude. If you want to learn, of course, you can. It's very simple, perfect for beginners."

Murong Yue's eyes widened, "Your name is Wang Qian?"

Wang Qian nodded.

Murong Yue continued, "Named after yourself? The Tenth Étude? Are there other études?"

Jiang Yu watched Wang Qian intently.

Wang Qian answered truthfully, "Yes, there are others. I wrote them whenever I was bored."

Jiang Yu asked coolly, "Are you bored often?"

Wang Qian shrugged, "Just at those times."

Murong Yue pressed on, "Can we hear some of your other 'boredom' pieces now?"

Wang Qian glanced at his phone, "No time. I'm quite busy lately... So, have you decided? If you're leaving, I won't stop you. I'll just find someone else."

Jiang Yu looked at Qin Xuerong, who seemed to be lost in admiration, and then said softly, "I can work with you."

Murong Yue added, "What kind of music are you going to produce?"

Snap!

Wang Qian snapped his fingers and took a stack of papers from his bag, "Let's get started then!"

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue were very curious and immediately leaned in to take a look. He Fulin and Zhao Wei also walked over quickly.

Murong Yue picked up a sheet of paper, her eyes widening in surprise, "A contract?"

Wang Qian smiled, "Of course, if we're going to collaborate, we should do it formally and sign a contract."

Zhou Xuehua nodded in agreement, "That's only natural..."

"That was beautiful..."

Qin Xuerong suddenly exclaimed in admiration.


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