To be honest, they were a little afraid of Su Qingyan.
Su Qingyan was the boy who just spoke. At the beginning, he got along well with everyone, but he was a little shy and introverted, but he had a good talent for music and could still play with others. But since some day, Su Qingyan became more and more gloomy, often in a daze, with a slightly scary expression, and liked to shrink in a corner and stare at people. Occasionally, when someone noticed him and looked back, it would scare people - his eyes looked too gloomy, like a pervert.
After several waves of this, someone finally couldn't stand this kind of peeping anymore and started a quarrel with him, and they almost got into a fight.
After the quarrel, Su Qingyan still looked weird, which made him even less likable. His classmates privately complained that Su Qingyan might have mental problems, and even suggested kicking him out of the music performance and not letting him come to the music room to annoy others again.
Of course, considering that Su Qingyan was still here, this suggestion certainly did not work.
Although it didn't work, it didn't stop the others from being disgusted. If the baby-faced girl said something similar, it would be playful and cute, and they could still make fun of it, but when Su Qingyan started talking, it inexplicably added a bit of eerie and terrifying meaning, which made them feel uncomfortable all over, and they didn't want to pay much attention to Su Qingyan.
Su Qingyan didn't seem to care about other people's evil and cold attitude towards him. He just said blankly: "Don't you believe it?"
A boy who had argued with him said angrily: "Su Qingyan, why are you everywhere? We don't want to see a clown playing tricks..."
When he spoke, Su Qingyan said at the same time: "I recorded it."
After he said this, there was a sudden silence around him.
The music students were all a little terrified, and felt a chill in their backs for some reason. The boy who had just argued with Su Qingyan was even more stunned, looking at him in surprise, thinking about how serious this guy's hysteria was, that he could even say something like "recording the sound of a ghost playing the piano".
Su Qingyan asked to himself: "Do you want to listen?"
No one answered him at all, but Su Qingyan nodded as if he had received some hint, took out his mobile phone and played a recording.
—I don’t know whether other people want to listen or not. Yuan Yuxue really wants to listen anyway.
He stood there, but his eyes looked over there.
Although it is far away, Yuan Yuxue has good hearing ability, so this distance is not an obstacle.
He listened attentively to the recording coming from the phone, standing quietly with his eyelashes drooping, as if listening and appreciating, more seriously than those music students. Jie Zhouyan did not listen to the recording, but turned his head slightly and looked at Yuan Yuxue.
The audio that Su Qingyan played was not some weird audio with hoarse noises. Strictly speaking, it was actually quite nice to listen to.
It is a movement from the classic accompaniment piece "Autumn Spring Day". The music is smooth and lively, and the rhythm is brisk while still up to standard. It must be said that it is very appreciative.
Because the piece had good technical content, Su Qingyan even played it on loop several times and no one raised any objections. Some students with a keen sense of music even hummed along.
But what's a coincidence is that Su Qingyan is also a pianist, and he plays it quite well.
The boy who had just had a conflict with him was also a piano player. His name was Wen Yi. Because they were in the same professional field, they had a long-standing grudge. He had been robbed of a performance opportunity by Su Qingyan before, and he held a grudge. Seeing Su Qingyan sinking day by day, Wen Yi was secretly delighted many times. Now seeing that other people were actually immersed in the music, and their faces showed appreciation, he was anxious and spoke first, "Are you sick? I'm afraid you played this yourself. You recorded it so clearly, and you played it for us to listen to in a mysterious way. Do you want us to praise you? To be honest, it's terrible. I can play better than you just by practicing-"