It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

Chapter 95: That piece of music, I'm returning it to you (Please vote!)

Is it fun?
Of course it's fun, otherwise why would you poke it?

It feels like you might occasionally give a playful tap on your plush toy on your bed when you're in the mood.

Gu Huai is so big, it's definitely fun to poke him.

Of course, she must have known that such behavior was childish.

But Gu Huai's expression didn't look angry at all, so why was he grabbing me?

"You're crazy! Let go!"

"You can let go, but please don't poke me anymore."

Gu Huai released his grip.

The defiant girl glared at Gu Huai, "I'll poke you, so what?"

"If you poke me again, I'll eat your finger!"

Gu Huai threatened him fiercely.

The girl, her cheeks slightly flushed, gave a disgusted look. "How disgusting! Are you a pervert? You want to lick my fingers?"

"I was talking about eating it, who said you licked it!"

"Your eyes clearly show it... you're still pretending."

"You say it again?"

"Hmph~ Going to the toilet now, goodbye pervert!"

Watching the girl walk briskly towards the women's restroom, Gu Huai didn't feel both amused and exasperated.

The following lessons were much more normal, and the balding Chinese teacher even praised Gu Huai's essay this time.

"Although the format isn't the kind that gets you points, the perspective is excellent. It's very convincing to look back at time from the perspective of someone like a time traveler, and the writing is very realistic, as if you experienced it firsthand."

Isn't that based on personal experience?

It's just an essay, don't take it too seriously. Who doesn't write about their mother carrying them to the hospital when they have a fever, or their grandparents visiting them every now and then?

School in the afternoon.

Gu Huai wondered if he should invite Lin Jiang to have dinner together, since he would need to tutor her before evening self-study, so it would be better to have dinner together.

Just as I was thinking about it, I took out my phone to send a message, but Lin Jiang sent me a QQ message first.

Is Brother Gu Huai there?

She asked.

They're so polite and courteous even through the screen.

"Yes, I was just about to ask you if you wanted to have dinner together."

"Oh? Never mind. I wanted to tell you that we might not be able to go to the library later."

"why?"

"I was practicing the piano, sorry."

She didn't explain much, only saying that she was practicing the piano.

Gu Huai felt that the reason was probably not that simple, and that practicing the piano would mean not eating? Lin Jiang didn't seem like the type to break a promise without a reason.

He thought for a moment and decided not to go eat, since he didn't seem to get hungry much in the simulation anyway.

Instead of eagerly leaving the school like the rest of the crowd after school, the boy turned around and headed towards another building.

Although he had never been an art student, he roughly knew that there weren't many classrooms with pianos in the school, and they were mostly located in this multimedia building. Regular students would only come here for computer classes or chemistry experiments.

Gu Huai had thought finding the practice room would be a long process, but fortunately, the soundproofing in each classroom wasn't that good, and he could still hear the sound of piano playing. At this time, most people had gone to eat, so who could be left?

On the second floor, in a classroom near the end of the corridor, Gu Huai found the source of the piano music.

But as soon as he approached the classroom, the piano music stopped, and he heard conversations coming from inside.

"Alright, that's enough for today. There's no point in practicing like this anymore, because your mind isn't on the piano at all."

"Teacher, I"

"Lin Jiang, I know you're under a lot of pressure. But how can you go on like this? In this state, forget about the semi-finals, you might not even be able to perform at the school anniversary celebration next week. Think about it carefully. If your condition keeps getting worse, it's hard for your teacher to help you. Thinking too much won't allow you to play the piano."

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Then came the sound of footsteps, but no reply from the girl.

Gu Huai was standing in the corridor when he saw a young female teacher come out. She was carrying a bag and looked rather helpless. She paused for a moment when she saw Gu Huai in the corridor.

"Who are you looking for, classmate?"

It's probably strange that there are still people in the multimedia building at this time.

Gu Huai smiled politely, "Hello teacher, I'm Lin Jiang's brother. I'm here to see her." "Does Lin Jiang have a brother?"

The teacher asked curiously, and Gu Huai nodded, "He grew up with me since childhood, but he's not my biological brother."

"Oh, I see. She's inside. You should try to persuade her not to focus on other things. This is a very important stage for her."

"Ok."

Although the teacher's gaze seemed to say, "I think I know what's on her mind," Gu Huai didn't bother to explain. These things weren't important, and explanations would be futile; only tangible results could change their opinions.

In this respect, it seems that all adults are the same. They don't listen to explanations, they only accept the results.

If you only look for problems in the results and approach problems with the answers in mind, it will fit their assumptions.

When Gu Huai entered the music room, he saw a dazzling array of musical instruments, including drums, pianos, and guitars. It seemed to be a place specifically for art classes.

At this moment, Lin Jiang sat in front of the piano, staring blankly at the sheet music with red eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

They didn't even notice Gu Huai's footsteps.

Until Gu Huai came to the piano and asked softly.

"Are you ok?"

"Hey? Brother Gu Huai, what brings you here?"

Lin Jiang was caught off guard when she saw Gu Huai suddenly appear. She hurriedly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her face turning red with anxiety, as if she felt it was extremely shameful to shed tears in front of him.

Gu Huai couldn't help but laugh and said, "You've been here for quite a while now, why are you crying?"

Lin Jiang turned her face away so the other person wouldn't see her expression, and said softly, "I wasn't crying, I was just thinking about something."

"What do you want to do about not being able to play the piano well?"

Gu Huai bent down to look at her.

The girl was a little shy about making eye contact with him, and leaned back slightly, but it seemed that she couldn't escape his observation no matter what she did.

"Um"

"No wonder he didn't eat and stood me up. So that's why."

"I didn't mean to break my promise, it's just that I couldn't concentrate on playing the piano like this."

"I see."

Although Gu Huai didn't understand piano, he roughly understood the girl's current state of mind and why the teacher felt that her mind wasn't on playing the piano.

"Ok?"

Lin Jiang looked at Gu Huai strangely.

How does he know everything? I haven't even said anything yet.
Gu Huai looked at her, "Do you feel like you've really put your heart into it, but you just can't get into the zone, and you can't even reach your usual level? So even your teacher is starting to suspect that your mind is elsewhere?"

Lin Jiang looked at Gu Huai in astonishment, "How did you know?"

Gu Huai shrugged. "Although I don't understand piano, I understand that when a person is burdened with countless pressures and expectations, they can't help but feel anxious and troubled no matter what they do, which makes them appear as someone who can't do anything well in the eyes of others."

It's just that few people care where your stress comes from; they'll only think that you're neglecting your duties elsewhere, which led to this result.

Lin Jiang lowered her head in shame. "I know I was affected by my mood, but I tried not to think about it. I just couldn't do it."

"It's ok."

Gu Huai didn't spout any grand principles at this moment. Instead, he deftly opened the guitar case from the corner and picked up a guitar.

Lin Jiang looked at the boy who suddenly picked up the guitar with a strange expression, wondering what he was going to do.

Can he still play the guitar?
Gu Huai sat down not far from Lin Jiang, holding his guitar. The remaining rays of the setting sun shone through the window onto the boy.

He doesn't radiate light, yet at this moment he possesses a dazzling brilliance that is inexplicably captivating.

Gu Huai didn't know if this behavior counted as showing off, but he understood one principle.

To save a person is to see them through to the end; to see a Buddha off to the Western Paradise is to see him off to the Western Paradise

What kind of salvation is it if it's not thorough? It seems that artistic matters can only be resolved through art.

He looked at Lin Jiang, who seemed slightly puzzled, and said softly.

"I don't know much about the piano, but I think there's a common thread in music. Let me help you get into the zone."

He lowered his head and picked up the pick.

When the first decent note was played.

Lin Jiang immediately understood.

Those flowers.

……

(End of this chapter)