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A piece of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata resonated in the warm tavern, its dreamy notes and enchanting melody expressing the deep skill of the performer.
Aside from the crackling of the fireplace, the entire hall of the Lodging was silent, even the drunken patrons who had been rowdy had ceased their antics.
Due to the long-standing cold climate, nearly everyone, regardless of age or gender, held a glass in hand. The local neighbors also enjoyed gathering in this first-floor hall, which resembled a bar more than a lodging.
At that moment, the regular pianist had stood up, quietly listening from the side. In his place was Olafsson, dressed impeccably and playing with great passion.
"You're playing quite well," praised Yang Xiaoyou as he descended the wooden stairs, captivated by the beautiful melody.
While his piano performance had not yet reached the masterful level of true artistry, he certainly deserved the title of Piano Prince at school.
If he continued to improve, there was indeed a chance for him to break through to that level.
With one method leading to another, even though he wasn't very familiar with the piano, Yang Xiaoyou could still appreciate its essence.
As Yang Xiaoyou arrived at the bottom of the stairs, the piece was nearing its conclusion. With the final note falling, enthusiastic applause erupted in the room.
The Piano Prince politely stood and bowed to the surrounding guests, exuding grace and humility. His demeanor made some Inuit girls nearby light up with admiration.
In terms of both appearance and talent, Olafsson was truly exceptional.
Perhaps due to frequent encounters with such situations, Olafsson handled the cheers and applause with remarkable composure, showing no signs of arrogance.
As the piano performance came to an end, Olafsson gracefully approached the table where Liang Wuxuan sat, her figure appearing voluptuous and enchanting. In a gentle tone, he said, "This piece was played for you, Sister Liang. May I have the honor of inviting you to join me for a stroll?"
He slightly bowed, extending his hand in a courteous gesture.
Since Li Zheng was still in the hospital, today's itinerary consisted of wandering around the town. Moreover, it was Valentine's Day, and the tour guides encouraged free activities.
The nearby crowd, although unable to understand their words, could grasp Olafsson's intentions through his body language and the earlier piano melody. They began to cheer in unison, seemingly urging Liang Wuxuan to accept.
"Excuse me, coming through!" At that moment, an extremely discordant voice broke through the atmosphere. A figure resembling a mudfish slipped out from the crowd and stepped forward, taking Liang Wuxuan's place to grasp Olafsson's hand.
"Ah, I'm so sorry! She already promised me," Yang Xiaoyou said with a smile as she held Olafsson's hand. "Well, I see there are plenty of girls here interested in you, so please don't make it difficult for us poor souls left without company."
"Ah, if you hadn't shown up just now, I would have accepted his invitation," Liang Wuxuan replied with a hint of melancholy in her voice. "It seems I've encountered bad luck; I'd rather accompany the boys in my room than be with me." Seeing Yang Xiaoyou's interruption brought a flicker of teasing to her eyes, leaving Yang Xiaoyou feeling somewhat speechless.
With Demoness's personality, it was hard to tell if she was being sincere or merely teasing; that was simply how she was.
Her alluring figure, even concealed beneath a down jacket, accentuated her exquisite curves. If Olafsson attracted half the attention with his music and handsome appearance, Liang Wuxuan drew the other half solely through her charm.
"To be honest, I don't think you two are suited for each other at all. However, since Sister Liang made her choice personally, I have no objections. Perhaps there’s something extraordinary hidden beneath that choice," Olafsson remarked with a wry smile as he observed their intimate interaction.
Initially dismissive of Yang Xiaoyou's comments as mere banter from someone he considered a fellow who thought too highly of herself or something similar, he now realized through various details along the way and this current scene that he had been sidelined.
"I'm afraid that if I had met her first, I definitely wouldn't have lost to you." After sighing and shaking his head, the Piano Prince demonstrated a remarkable grasp of his own mindset.
It wasn't surprising that he had achieved such success on the piano.
"Hmph, even if you had met her first, it wouldn't have mattered. What's mine is mine, and only women can truly understand my unique qualities." If it weren't for the Demoness, Yang Xiaoyou wouldn't have felt much animosity towards the Piano Prince. Since he was somewhat aware of his place, although Yang Xiaoyou's tone remained unfriendly, her attitude softened considerably.
"Alright, you do play quite well. You certainly have the potential to enter the domestic market. I'll help you by making an introduction; beyond that, don't expect anything else." After Yang Xiaoyou reiterated her stance, Liang Wuxuan seemed satisfied. He then delicately pinched a business card between his long, fair fingers, lightly shook it, and casually tossed it into Olafsson's hands.
"Thank you. As long as I have a chance, I will seize it," Olafsson replied earnestly after receiving the card and bowed slightly in gratitude.
Their interaction caused Yang Xiaoyou to feel a bit exasperated; it seemed...
"Ah, I forgot to mention that he has been preparing to enter the Chinese market for some time now. Originally, due to his excellent Chinese skills, he was our exchange student liaison. I forgot to tell you that once he learned my identity, he asked me for help. I don't like helping others for free, so naturally, I asked him to return the favor," Liang Wuxuan teased with a mischievous smile upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou's slightly flustered expression.
The slight flush on her face made Yang Xiaoyou feel an overwhelming urge to bang her head against a wall; women truly are mysterious beings that are hard to comprehend.
"Hmph! Without any external assistance, you usually act like you're dead inside. Since you belong to me now, I'll give you a chance to show off your skills. Besides, you're also mine." With agile arms wrapping around Yang Xiaoyou's neck from behind, Liang Wuxuan pressed her supple form against him. Leaning in closer, she whispered playfully into Yang Xiaoyou's ear.
Feeling the soft touch behind him and inhaling her alluring scent, Yang Xiaoyou found himself at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.
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