The root of Lu Qing's condition was something he no longer wished to discuss.
To this day, he still firmly believed that he was not ill.
He was quite rational.
This stubbornness was a double standard, applying only to himself, and had a flavor of "not giving up until facing the bitter end."
Fortunately, his sister was very obedient.
She obediently embarked on her journey of learning to play the piano.
She didn't ask any questions about why he knew so much about guitar knowledge.
She just smiled happily, enjoying "Black Cat," wearing headphones, and listening to the soft, sweet sounds produced by "Black Cat" through the sound card and software effects.
"What a lovely child," Lu Qing said from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, Su Ling was cooperating with "Black Cat," using "her," and browsing through the high-quality guitar tutorials in the bookmarks on the computer.
She was concentrating on learning the correct posture for holding the guitar, the basic finger techniques for the left hand, the angle for holding the pick with the right hand,
how to read music, and the basic music theory about note names.
Lu Qing, using the excuse that he had learned about electric guitars from music anime, repeated this clumsy pretext to teach his sister electric guitar techniques other than playing,
such as "how to maintain 'Black Cat'," "how to tune using free software downloaded on a phone," and "how to relieve hand pain."
However, he seemed to underestimate his sister's endurance.
He was horrified to discover.
His sister...
【Just wouldn't stop.】
Like a heartless machine.
"..."
"Su Ling, you've been practicing scales for 3 hours, you can stop now."
"No, you've already mastered the Mi scale pattern and can play it backwards, take a break."
"？Su Ling？ Aren't you going to cook dinner for me tonight? You've been practicing for 6 hours, it's already dark."
"Fine, I'll go cook for you."
"I'm begging you to take a break. Practicing the guitar for 8 hours straight, even if it's just basic exercises, your hands will fall apart."
"Excuse me? Why are you still playing? Put down 'Black Cat,' slow down. Come eat. I made you tomato stewed beef."
"Su Ling, you're not allowed to play the guitar tonight. You've worn out several Alice picks, practice again tomorrow."
...
And so,
Lu Qing spent the first day after his sister got "Black Cat" with an indescribable feeling.
On Monday.
Before leaving, he repeatedly reminded her: "Don't practice the guitar non-stop."
Then, with a nervous heart, he headed to school.
Bai Xing didn't show up in the morning, and although Lu Qing didn't know why she was unemployed and not attending school, he couldn't care less at this point.
Because through the recording function of the "Panoramic Home Smart Camera," he could clearly hear the sound of electric guitar strings vibrating from his house.
"..."
Although the camera was placed outside the door and couldn't see inside the house, the sound of electric guitar practice hadn't stopped for the entire morning.
It hadn't stopped at all.
It even made him wonder if his sister hadn't even gone to the bathroom???
It seemed like she hadn't put down "Black Cat" at all!
Or rather, she herself was almost becoming "Black Cat"!
It was clear that Su Ling's progress had advanced from beginner exercises like "scale practice" and "C major scale" to "fancy right-hand arpeggios" (24 types) and "left-hand chord transitions" (seamlessly switching between 6 chords).
Damn, it's terrifying.
Lu Qing had no doubt that at this rate, by tomorrow, or even by this afternoon, Su Ling would have progressed to the first major hurdle that almost all guitar beginners dread—"barre chords."
This type of chord requires the left hand to press down on all six strings simultaneously, and mind you, these are steel strings.
Obviously, pressing one finger down on six steel strings, enduring the vibration of the strings while playing, and bearing the pain of six steel wires rubbing against your fingers is extremely painful and torturous.
It could result in six bloody marks at best, and at worst, the skin being rubbed off.
It was clear that for Su Ling, whose fingers were still tender, this pain was no different from getting a needle at the hospital.
"Maybe she'll take a break after encountering some setbacks?"
Lu Qing thought that even if Su Ling didn't give up, she would at least take a break, right?
After all, such a difficult challenge, even he had taken a week to overcome.
For a guy, mastering the F major barre chord in a week wasn't slow, especially considering that it was based on having thicker hands and a higher pain tolerance.
However...
Su Ling's situation made him feel both horrified and a bit scared.
—She was a patient.
Patients don't fear pain.
Yes, Su Ling seemed to completely ignore the kind of pain that all new guitarists experience at the beginning.
She wasn't not feeling the pain, but she simply chose to ignore it.
Therefore, even the F major barre chord, under her relentless 4-hour + 4-hour attacks, was quickly overcome.
Although she couldn't play it as perfectly as Lu Qing, she could at least produce a decent sound.
"Woc..."
By the afternoon, Lu Qing was completely unable to focus on his classes.
He was fully focused, wearing headphones, staring at the surveillance app, and listening to the sound of guitar practice coming from the room.
Su Ling didn't eat.
Didn't leave the room.
Didn't put down the guitar.
She just kept playing episode after episode of tutorial videos.
Expressionless, mechanical,
repeating what she needed to practice.
...
Lu Qing felt fear.
He suddenly realized a problem—
Many guitar beginners who practice for three to five years without making progress, or even those who practice for ten years and still suck, aren't necessarily because they lack talent;
but because of work or school issues, the amount of practice hasn't increased, and they've taken many detours.
This principle can be calculated with a simple math problem:
Suppose a young guitar student practices for 20 minutes a day, ideally for 9 years; while Su Ling practices for 8 hours a day, for 6 months;
then, without considering the former using inferior instruments and the latter using top-notch ones (the economic difference causing a practice efficiency gap), who has accumulated more playing experience? (12 points)
The answer is obvious.
"Don't do this, my Ling."
Lu Qing was already regretting buying such an expensive "Black Cat" for his sister.
If she kept practicing like this, no guitar could withstand it!
He should have just bought her a few thousand yuan second-hand Mexican Fender as a practice guitar!
"Oh..."
Lu Qing had a painful expression.
He sent a message to his sister reminding her to eat, but got no reply.
Reminded her to rest and not get too immersed in practicing, and got a "yeah yeah."
Told her to put down the guitar, since he could already hear her practicing non-stop, and got a reply of "if you keep nagging, I'll turn off the surveillance."
"..."
Please calculate Lu Qing's current psychological shadow area. (4 points)
Fortunately,
Such a desolate life only lasted until just before the end of the afternoon classes.
As he was about to head home, Bai Xing suddenly appeared at the back door of the classroom, wearing exquisite makeup and holding a cute JK bag in both hands, like a perfect girlfriend waiting for her boyfriend after school.
"No, classes are over, what's the meaning of you suddenly coming to school at this time?"
Lu Qing saw his own child and was very puzzled by her behavior.
Who knew her answer was both ridiculous and somewhat reasonable—
"Of course, I came specially to accompany the senior on the way home! Such a good opportunity, I can't just let it slip away, can I~?"
Bai Xing said, extending a smooth little hand, looking at the ground, and shyly but directly implying:
"Hehe, mainly want to confirm, the senior said before...
still count?"
...
...
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