boyutpedia Chapter 29 The music academy's campus belle is about to fall for him!?
Chapter 29 The music academy's campus belle is about to fall for him!?
Chapter 29 The music academy's campus belle is about to fall for him!?
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ziheng felt a weight lifted from his heart.
He was afraid that Chen Mo would refuse; if Chen Mo didn't take the bait, all his efforts would have been in vain.
But now Chen Mo has agreed, the stage is set up, the audience is in place, and everything is going according to plan.
Zhou Ziheng walked onto the stage with a smile and took an acoustic guitar from the band.
Chen Mo took another guitar from another guitarist.
Two men stood on the stage, less than three steps apart.
The girls at the table below the stage couldn't sit still any longer.
Xiao Lu was the first to stand up, cupping her hands around her mouth, and squeezing out a voice from her throat as she shouted, "Go, Mo Ge!"
The other girls also stood up and shouted, "Go, Mo-ge!"
Chen Mo turned his head and looked at the six girls standing in a row below the stage. His gaze swept over their faces one by one, and he nodded with a smile.
The entire room fell silent.
Zhou Ziheng stood in the center of the stage, his fingers resting on the strings, and took a deep breath.
He chose a virtuoso piece, fast-paced, technically demanding, and melodically complex, which best showcased the guitarist's fundamental skills.
His fingers moved, the strings vibrated, and notes flowed from the sound holes.
His skills are indeed quite good.
The pitch is good, the rhythm is steady, the fingering is clean, and every note is clearly pronounced.
But his playing lacked one thing—emotion.
Each note is correct, but when put together they are wrong, like a meticulously drawn sketch that lacks any vitality.
Some people in the audience nodded, some swayed gently to the rhythm, and some thought to themselves that the young man played well, but that was all they thought was "well."
As the piece ended, Zhou Ziheng lifted his fingers from the strings, and the last note dissipated into the air.
The audience applauded, not enthusiastically, but respectably.
Zhou Ziheng's lips curled up slightly as he turned to look at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo didn't look at him.
Chen Mo lowered his head, his fingers resting on the strings.
Then he started playing.
The same tune.
But Chen Mo's fingering was completely different; under his hands, every note on the strings seemed to carry a bouncy vitality.
The strings vibrated under his fingertips, producing a sound completely different from Zhou Ziheng's.
If Zhou Ziheng's performance is a straight highway...
Chen Mo's performance is like a high mountain, with canyons, peaks, streams, deep pools, and flat beaches.
It was as if the person and the guitar had become one, perfectly natural, full of vitality.
Everyone in the restaurant was stunned once again.
Zhou Ziheng's face had turned very pale.
His lips were pressed tightly together, and the muscles in his jaw twitched slightly.
Zhou Ziheng could not believe what he was seeing.
He never expected that Chen Mo's guitar and piano skills were so similar!
Based on his six years of guitar experience, it is certain that Chen Mo's guitar skills are definitely at the level of a world-class master!
How is it possible for one person to be proficient in both piano and guitar?
This is absolutely outrageous!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhou Ziheng would never have believed it!
But at this moment, reality is right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe it.
Lin Zhixia's eyes shone even brighter than when Chen Mo played the piano earlier.
She knew that guitars and pianos were different.
The piano is a flat instrument; both hands move on the same plane, and the force and feel of each key are the same.
The guitar is a three-dimensional instrument, with the left and right hands moving in different spatial dimensions to accomplish completely different tasks.
Unless one is an absolute musical genius, it is impossible to possess such high attainments and talent in both instruments.
Lin Zhixia felt her heart beating faster than usual.
It felt as if something was stirring within me, like something breaking through the soil in spring.
Zhou Ziheng, who was standing on the stage, also noticed the change in Lin Zhixia's expression.
He had never seen that light in her eyes before.
Lin Zhixia is the most beautiful girl in their music academy.
He showered her with attention for nearly half a year, carefully selecting every gift, repeatedly considering every message, and going to great lengths to create every chance encounter.
But Lin Zhixia's gaze towards him was always the same.
Polite, distant, neither too close nor too distant.
But now, Lin Zhixia's eyes were shining as she looked at the man on the stage, completely devoid of her previous coldness and aloofness.
There's a feeling that I'm about to fall into their trap!
Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists even tighter, and couldn't help but grit his teeth. He was filled with regret, thinking that he shouldn't have challenged Chen Mo's guitar.
This is practically giving Chen Mo an even bigger chance to shine!
At this moment, Chen Mo's performance reached its climax.
His right hand swept across the strings at high speed.
Then he suddenly stopped, his right thumb gripped the string, and with a forceful pluck, produced a high-pitched sound like a bird's song.
The strings were still vibrating when his left hand slid down from the neck of the instrument, pressed his palm against the strings, and stopped all sound.
Quiet.
The entire room fell silent for three seconds.
Then applause and cheers erupted simultaneously, even more enthusiastic than during the piano performance.
Some people stood up from their seats, some whistled, some banged on the table, and some shouted "One more song!"
The band members stood up and applauded.
The man playing the guitar even bowed to Chen Mo, his face showing a respect that only those in the same profession could understand.
The little deer stood on a chair, its hands raised above its head, shouting something, but its voice was drowned out by the applause and cheers.
The other girls were also cheering excitedly, their faces as red as apples, their lips upturned, as if they were about to jump up and throw themselves into Chen Mo's arms at any moment.
Zhou Ziheng stood at the edge of the stage, his expression already showing signs of distress.
His lips were downturned, the muscles in his jaw were twitching slightly, and the resentment in his eyes was unmistakable.
He lost.
Not only did they lose miserably in terms of skills, but they also lost completely in terms of emotional expression.
Chen Mo took the guitar down and handed it back to the band guitarist who had already stood up.
The guitarist accepted it with both hands, as if receiving a precious artifact.
Chen Mo turned around, walked off the stage, and headed towards the table of girls.
The lights shone down from above, casting a long shadow behind him.
He didn't look back at Zhou Ziheng even once.
This disregard almost caused Zhou Ziheng to lose his composure.
Fortunately, at that moment, the host came on stage.
The host stood on the stage, took a deep breath, and raised the microphone.
"This is incredible, absolutely incredible!"
His voice echoed through the restaurant, carrying a profound sense of awe.
"Let's give Mr. Chen another round of applause to thank him for this amazing performance!"
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The applause rang out again, even more enthusiastic than the previous two times.
The host waited until the applause subsided before raising the microphone again.
"Anyone else want to perform on stage?"
The restaurant fell silent.
No one raised their hand, no one stood up.
With someone of Chen Mo's caliber leading the way, who would dare to go on stage and make a fool of themselves?
That's not a performance, that's self-humiliation.
The host didn't press the issue and maintained a professional smile.
"Alright, since no other friends are coming up on stage, I'll announce one thing: 'Tonight's best performer is Mr. Chen! He will receive a mystery prize from our Nanshanbei Folk Music Restaurant!'"
Applause erupted again.
No one objected, because there was no room for objection.
Chen Mo had already walked back to the table of girls and sat down in a chair.
The little deer immediately came over, grabbed his arm with both hands, and her eyes were full of light.
"Brother Mo, you're amazing! I was completely stunned when you played the guitar just now!"
Coco leaned over from the other side, her long flaxen hair falling over her shoulders, her voice still trembling slightly from the excitement she had just felt.
"Brother, is there anything you can't do? Tell me, is there anything you can't do?"
Xiao Rou didn't speak, but her face was flushed, her pinkish-purple braids hung down in front of her chest, her lips were upturned, and her eyes were glistening with tears as she looked at Chen Mo.
The other girls looked at Chen Mo with sparkling eyes, full of admiration and love.
The host walked off the stage, holding a beautifully packaged gift box.
"Mr. Chen, this is a mystery prize prepared by our Nanshanbei Folk Music Restaurant for the best performer tonight."
Chen Mo opened the gift box and found a harmonica, which was imported from abroad. It looked very high-end and must have been quite expensive.
At this moment, the host took another half step forward, lowered his voice, and said cautiously, "Mr. Chen, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."
Chen Mo put away her harmonica and looked up at him.
"Please speak."
The host rubbed his hands together, his gaze sincere.
"We have a video of your performance at our restaurant. Could we post it online for some publicity? We can offer you an extra performance fee, based on market rates, what do you think?"
Chen Mo nodded: "Sure, you can use the video. No need for performance fees."
The host was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly.
"That won't do, Mr. Chen. A performance of your caliber wouldn't be suitable for a public setting—"
Chen Mo interrupted him.
"I said no, and that means no. One free meal is enough."
The host opened his mouth, but seeing that Chen Mo's expression didn't seem polite, he bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Mr. Chen! Thank you!"
He turned and walked backstage, his steps much lighter than when he came, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
The girls overheard the whole thing. Xiao Lu leaned over, rested her chin on Chen Mo's shoulder, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.
"Brother Mo, you're too generous! The host offered you money, but you refused."
Chen Mo picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of pork rib.
"It's not a problem to lose that little bit of money."
Coco tilted her head and glanced at him, the corners of her mouth slowly turning up.
"Brother, you're so rich, so good at fighting, and you can play the piano and guitar too. What flaws could you possibly have?"
Chen Mo chewed on the ribs and thought for a moment.
"Can't have children."
The girls paused for a moment, then burst into laughter at the same time, their laughter ringing out like silver bells in the restaurant.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.
When Lin Wan got home from get off work, she kicked off her high heels and threw her bag on the sofa.
She picked up the takeout menu from the coffee table, flipped through it, then put it down again; she didn't want to eat anything.
Then she picked up her phone, leaned back on the sofa, opened a short video app, and prepared to watch some videos.
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