"Boring, boring, don't pay attention to him anymore. There is a very important game today, which will affect your future in the next few years!" Cheng Xiyin told himself softly.
Xiyin has been determined to become an excellent violinist since she was a child, and has been studying hard and practicing hard.
She longs to go to Vienna, the capital of music, to learn from world-class masters, and today is the preliminary round of the Global Rookie Competition held by Vienna's most famous music academy.
After washing up, Xiyin left the room.
Enemies meet on a narrow road, and Xiyin is now very reluctant to meet Shuqiang, but by chance she meets him in the corridor.
He had just come out of the swimming pool, wearing only shorts and a white towel hanging around his neck. A few drops of crystal water dripped from his messy black hair and slowly flowed down his bronze chest.
He came closer and closer, staring at her thoughtfully with his dark eyes shining.
The look in his eyes made Xiyin feel very uncomfortable. When she passed by him, she unconsciously tightened her face and raised her pointed chin like a sensitive hedgehog.
A surge of anger rose from Shu Qiang's chest for no reason.
Unsurprisingly, every time she passed by him, she raised her proud little chin like a little princess who didn't pay him any attention.
What did she take him for? A little beggar who lives in someone else's house
The short-lived friendship in childhood disappeared because of a word her mother, who was equally proud and beautiful, said to him.
The aloof Mrs. Cheng hinted to him in a light tone that he was just a passer-by staying with Cheng's family, and he shouldn't get too close to their pure little princess. They were not from the same place.
He doesn't care who is with whom. As soon as the custody period is over, he will leave and start a family.
The little princess must have been warned by her mother to keep a distance from him, so she always looked at him with a dismissive expression, or treated him as if he didn't exist like air.
He won't be surprised by her attitude. If she treats him as non-existent, then he should treat her as a transparent person.
Shu Qiang told himself this, but every time he faced her extremely proud expression, there was always anger rising from his chest, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he suppressed it.
"You were peeking at me just now." He stretched out an arm and pressed it against the wall of the corridor, blocking Xiyin's way.
"You're talking nonsense!" Xiyin immediately turned red and counterattacked.
"I'm not talking nonsense. Don't think I don't know. Not only were you peeking just now, but you were also peeking yesterday and the day before yesterday. You are peeking at me swimming every day." Looking at her instantly red cheeks, Shu Qiang was very satisfied with himself the effect caused.
He raised his lips and smiled proudly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about! Get out of the way! I'm in a hurry today!" Xiyin shouted at him angrily after being hit by someone's words.
She felt her face was burning, hugging her piano case, and hurriedly tried to get away from him.
Shuqiang refused to let her go, took a step back and stood in front of her.
He glanced at the violin in her arms and became a little annoyed again.
Of course he knew that today was the day when Xiyin was going to participate in the violin preliminaries. Her mother was shouting at the villa every day that this music competition was also the audition for Vienna violin master Sun Fenyu.
When she gets married, she can easily send Xiyin to study in a music city, but if she wants to join a world-class teacher, she has to rely on herself.
If she is selected in the competition, will she leave her married life and fly to Vienna, a world away from home
Shuqiang's mood became gloomy for no reason. He curled his lips and deliberately laughed at her: "You play the piano so badly, it's like a thousand ducks quacking. It's useless if you go. It will only make those masters laugh."
She had heard his words that hurt her for several years, and they were no longer fresh.
She raised her face and said calmly: "Do you have a better metaphor? I'm all ears."
"How about ten thousand frogs croaking?" Shu Qiang raised his eyebrows maliciously and said.
"You are so childish! So boring! I can't be bothered to care about you!"
Hearing this, Xiyin pushed him angrily, and pressed her right hand on his bare chest. As if it was touched by electricity, she suddenly retracted it, and her face that had just calmed down turned crimson again.
Shuqiang also felt that he was really bored and felt like a little bully.
But he just couldn't help it. He would rather make her angry than have her always treat him with a cold, high-minded look.
But just now, her cold little hands touched his chest, like a fire, making his chest heat up.
He reached out and grabbed her palm to prevent her from retracting.
"Xiyin..." At this moment, Shuqiang suddenly wanted to make peace with her.
They had been in a cold war for a long time, so long that he had forgotten the last time they talked and laughed together.
Deep down in his heart, he admitted that he often deliberately made her angry, and that she practiced the piano in her room every night, and the beautiful sound of the violin often accompanied him to sleep.
If she would really fly to distant Vienna, then he hoped that he could watch her leave with a smile, instead of the two of them always being estranged.
The small white hand was held in his palm, and the softness made his heart suddenly beat wildly.
He just held her hand and looked into her black crystal eyes, suddenly speechless.
(End of chapter)