Chapter 4: A Melody of the Zither

Lin Shaofeng had been visibly filled with arrogant amusement as he shouted, “Haha! It seems we have a courageous one among us! Don’t worry, I won’t bully you!”

“Courage my foot! Get off the stage! We want to hear Shaofeng sing!”

“Exactly! Who does this kid think he is? Get off!”

“Damn it, kid! If you dare to open your mouth, I swear I’ll break it!”

When Li Chen had actually dared to step onto the stage, the murmurs from the audience had instantly turned into curses. All they had wanted was to hear Lin Shaofeng sing; nobody wanted their time wasted by Li Chen.

Ignoring the surrounding clamor, Li Chen gracefully maneuvered around the ancient zither and sat down with ease.

With a gentle strum of his fingers, the deep and enchanting melody of the zither had instantly stunned the vociferous students. A hush had suddenly enveloped the entire banquet hall.

Li Chen’s icy gaze had slowly swept across the hall. Regardless of gender or physique, every student had found themselves unable to utter a word.

Once the hall had gone completely silent, Li Chen slowly closed his eyes. Facing the ancient zither, he no longer needed to see.

His fingers had lightly brushed over the strings, producing a melody that was both profound and melodious. It was as if a poet were whispering heart-wrenching sentiments in the quiet of the night.

In an instant, everyone had been spellbound, Lin Shaofeng on stage included.

The zither under Li Chen’s fingers had seemed to possess a life force of its own, rippling out like waves and causing a slight ache in everyone’s hearts.

Unbeknownst to many, tears had silently begun to flow. Even those who hadn’t shed tears had red eyes, unable to hold back much longer.

The melody Li Chen had played had originated from his previous life in a world mixed with both cultivation and technological civilizations.

While playing, he had skillfully incorporated not only the spiritual power of cultivators but also scientific findings from biology and psychology, aiming straight for the depths of the soul and touching the hearts of those who listened.

In the audience, Xu Yao had been utterly astonished.

While she would have been surprised to learn that Li Chen could play the zither, her astonishment lay in the melody’s beauty. Even as someone who didn’t understand music, she could easily grasp the emotions Li Chen wanted to convey and even resonate with them.

On the stage, standing closest to Li Chen, Lin Shaofeng was now utterly lost, as if his soul had already left his body.

It could be said that Lin Shaofeng had been one of the few people in the banquet hall who truly understood music.

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Because he understood music so well, Lin Shaofeng had discerned even more from Li Chen’s zither performance. If he hadn’t witnessed it himself, Lin Shaofeng would never have believed that such a performance could have come from a youth under twenty. He even wondered if world-renowned masters could play as beautifully.

Unconsciously, Lin Shaofeng’s gaze had drifted to a young woman with long curly hair standing beside the stage. This woman, named Liang Keyun, was a second-year student in the music department, a year senior to both Li Chen and Lin Shaofeng. Coincidentally, Liang Keyun had also participated in the “Voice of China” competition last year and had lost to Lin Shaofeng in the finals, securing second place. Unlike Lin Shaofeng, she was a true prodigy, skilled not only in singing but also in the arts of chess, calligraphy, and painting.

At this moment, Liang Keyun had been staring at Li Chen, her eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment. To be honest, she initially had no high expectations for Li Chen and had even thought that he was insulting the ancient zither and music itself. Now, she realized how terribly wrong she had been. What she heard from Li Chen’s performance wasn’t just advanced techniques or flashy skills, but pure emotion—joy, longing, nostalgia, melancholy, and a bit of aloofness and coldness.

Li Chen’s music had seemed to penetrate deep into Liang Keyun’s soul, as if it were specifically composed and performed for her.

Li Chen had continued to strum the strings, his soft music resonating like waves of heartbreak, compelling everyone to struggle against the profound ache originating from the depths of their hearts.

After a long while, the music had finally come to an end, and Li Chen calmly stood up. That last note, lingering like a distant gaze, had remained long after Li Chen had leisurely exited the banquet hall. Everyone had still been unable to recover.

That single piece had felt like experiencing a deep, soul-stirring love that was destined never to come to fruition. The heart-wrenching yearning and pain had left many unwittingly awash in tears.

It had felt like an eternity before the banquet hall had finally filled with a chorus of sighs, as if scores of people holding their breath underwater had finally surfaced.

When they had regained their senses, all eyes had instinctively searched for the spot where Li Chen had just been. But now, only the ancient zither remained; Li Chen had disappeared.

The students sitting next to Xu Yao had cast envious glances at her. At that moment, no one thought that Li Chen was unworthy of Xu Yao. The thought that crossed most people’s minds was not that Xu Yao was blind, but they themselves were.

Little did they know that Xu Yao was just as shocked and incredulous as they were. Was this the Li Chen she remembered, the Li Chen who had seemed so unremarkable?

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Had Li Chen been even half as remarkable as he was today during the years he had been pursuing Xu Yao, she would have found it impossible to reject him.

On stage, Lin Shaofeng’s face had turned ashen. In the realm where he had prided himself most, he had been utterly defeated. His heart had been filled not just with resentment but also with intense hatred.

“This is too amazing, right? I feel like it’s a thousand times better than any famous track I’ve heard online!”

“Exactly, compared to this, Lin Shaofeng is just lame!”

“Oh my God, I’ve fallen in love with Li Chen! Where did he go?”

“Get lost! Have some shame. Look in the mirror! Just so you know, I’ve been Li Chen’s girlfriend for a while now!”

The buzzing chatter from the students below had darkened Lin Shaofeng’s expression even further, his eyes flashing with spiteful hatred.

“Li Chen, I’ll make you pay!” Lin Shaofeng’s heart had been ignited by rage, consumed by a desire for revenge.

No one had noticed that in an unassuming corner of the banquet hall, Liang Keyun had been trembling as she carefully put her phone back into her purse. It was only towards the end of Li Chen’s performance that she had finally come to her senses and hurriedly recorded the last few seconds. Despite its brevity, she had cherished the audio clip, knowing how valuable the information stored on her phone was.

Hesitating briefly, Liang Keyun had grabbed her purse and rushed out of the banquet hall. She had to catch up with Li Chen; she felt that if she missed him, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Seeing this, Xu Yao had gritted her teeth and also stood up to leave. She didn’t need to guess what Liang Keyun was planning.

“No way, Li Chen can’t be snatched away by someone else!”

Back in the banquet hall, as the two campus beauties had dashed out one after the other, a sour feeling had spread among the male students. They had known that Liang Keyun was a woman too proud to have friends; could it be that she would actually take the initiative to chase someone?

The female students had been pondering whether they should follow suit. Maybe Li Chen would like their type?

“Um… Shaofeng… are you still going to sing?” someone had finally asked, reminding everyone that the original star of the show was still on stage.

Lin Shaofeng had glared at the person who had spoken.

Sing?

Sing what?

If you want singing, you go sing!

After mentally cursing the individual, Lin Shaofeng had jumped off the stage with a cold snort. He was determined to get his revenge on Li Chen. Absolutely determined.

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