After entering the book, I no longer want to be a substitute

Yunxiu did not get angry as Lin Momo had expected. Her attitude remained calm throughout, and her words were full of confidence.

In such a comparison, this seems to be just a meaningless argument between a villain and a gentleman.

While she was angry, she also felt extremely uneasy.

Meng Yuan said that she was just a villain who had succeeded and was stirring up trouble because of her temporary favor. But Yunxiu has really changed a lot now. Is she really still the same as before?

The more Lin Momo thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what exactly was wrong.

As soon as Yunxiu finished speaking, many people's defenses were broken.

Including Cheng Yan, because he secretly checked his phone and found that his total score was 249...

Now I'm going to be looked down upon completely.

Qin Yusheng: "Why are you crying? I'm just 250..."

Cheng Yan swung his fist.

If you bring up things that are not related to the topic, you are not brothers.

It wasn't long before school was over, and Yunxiu started packing her things. This vacation was long, and she could go back and have a good rest.

"I still don't believe it. How could she be so smart? She must have cheated..."

"Exactly. She still looks down on us. Who knows if she knew the test questions in advance?"

"Most likely he stole the test paper..."

"Wait, this seems to be the first time in two years that Zhou Xi has dropped out of second place."

"Shut up, do you want to piss Zhou Xi off to death?"

Zhou Xi sat there. He was a little sleepy at first, but now he was completely awake.

He was not jealous of Yunxiu's good performance in the exam, but he just found it hard to accept.

This is impossible. She is not smart enough. Not to mention Chinese and English, isn't math the subject she hates the most? How could she get full marks?

Recalling the last time she went to the podium to give a lecture, Zhou Xi's thoughts suddenly fell into chaos.

What went wrong? Yunxiu seemed to be shedding a certain shell bit by bit, becoming less and less like his original self.

Xu Lianhui spoke up at the right time and explained, "The exam questions for senior high school students are all made by the teachers themselves. Apart from the question types, there is no overlap with the questions you normally do.

The answers cannot be found on various question-searching software now, and the standard answers will only be announced on the Smart School by the teacher after each exam.

Cheating is almost impossible. Besides, I also watched the surveillance footage. Yunxiu was very serious in every exam and even checked his work carefully after finishing it. At most, he just liked to daydream."

Every word Xu Lianhui said was like a slap in the face to those who questioned the authenticity of Yunxiu's results.

But to be honest, when Xu Lianhui first learned about this, he also doubted Yunxiu for a moment.

Later, she did a simple verification and asked teachers of other subjects whether there were any signs of cheating on the answer sheets, but they all told her that they could not find any clues.

The place where the test papers were stored was locked for several days, and Yunxiu couldn't get in.

With a lot of facts before him, Xu Lianhui finally convinced himself that Yunxiu had been hiding his strength.

Only in this way will she feel that this world is real and not a dream.

Yunxiu put on her backpack and suddenly said, when everyone was quiet and thinking, "Teacher Xu, I understand why they don't believe me. After all, a person who only gets a few hundred points on a test will only imagine others doing bad things and drive themselves to do bad things. There's no point in saying more. It's like talking to a cow anyway. I wish you a happy holiday."

The timing was just right. As soon as Yunxiu finished speaking, the bell rang and bursts of noisy laughter and playfulness came from other classes.

Class 7 seemed to be empty and completely silent.

Yunxiu smiled at Xu Lianhui and left with his schoolbag.

It is very rude to run away before the teacher says the get out of class is over, but she has to pretend today.

Yunxiu was wearing a school uniform and walking slowly among the crowded crowd.

The news that she got first place in the exam soon spread throughout the school. As you can imagine, there was an overwhelming barrage of doubts and insults.

Yunxiu felt that it didn't matter. Any more explanations would only seem pale and powerless.

When registration for the second half of the Mathematical Olympiad begins, she will have to participate.

The questions are given and answered on the spot, which always shuts these people up.

Yunxiu had a day off in the afternoon, but instead of going home immediately, he went to the North City Concert Hall.

There was an unused piano room on the third floor of the concert hall, so she came here specifically to try out the piece she had just written.

After explaining his purpose to the staff, Yunxiu climbed the stairs directly to the third floor.

There are several piano rooms, and the one Yunxiu wants to go to is the last room in the corridor.

She paid a sum of money and this place could belong to her alone for the time being.

Yunxiu closed the door, took off his schoolbag and hung it on the shelf.

The room is spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows as wide as an entire wall. The setting sun shines in through the light yellow curtains, shining on the piano placed by the window, reflecting a hazy halo.

Yunxiu took a deep breath and walked towards the piano.

She hadn't played the piano for a long time. In her previous life, she was busy finding a proper job to make a living and almost forgot about her hobby.

After arranging the music score, Yunxiu gently stroked the black and white keys with his hands, and the scenes of his childhood in the orphanage flashed through his mind.

The first time I touched the piano was around this time and season.

At that time, the peach tree outside the window was bare, without a single leaf. The bark scratched by children looked particularly glaring in the blood-red sunlight, but the branches stretching upward showed vigorous vitality.

Yunxiu exerted force with his fingertips, and the sound of the piano poured out.

The overall tune is melodious and light, occasionally mixed with a bit of lowness, like a person who is hesitant to speak.

Yunxiu immersed himself in playing the piano, his attention completely focused on the music score and keys, his delicate and smooth fingers dancing rhythmically between black and white.

The half-open door was pushed open two inches.

Su Lin saw her downstairs, but Yun Xiu was distracted and didn't notice him.

He had lost her at first, but as he reached the third floor, he faintly heard the sound of a piano. He was attracted by the clean and clear music, and through the crack in the door he saw Yunxiu's somewhat hazy figure in the halo.

He has been playing the piano for nearly twenty years, so it is impossible for him not to know what Yunxiu is doing.

The biggest difference between ordinary piano scholars and talented piano scholars is clearly defined. Anyone with a little talent can hear how rare Yunxiu's piano skills are.

Many people learn piano too rigidly. They don’t have the ability to force themselves, and rely on basic music theory knowledge to get by and learn according to a rigid model.

Most of the time, at least in music, a person's understanding is particularly important.

Whether you can play the piano well or not is not just a question of how smart you are.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling. In short, some people would study for their entire lives and never understand that whether the playing is attractive or not depends on the person, not the piano itself.

Yunxiu did a very good job, both the musician and the musician are one.

Man is born for the piano, and the piano is the human voice.