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Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan stood close together, their proximity brimming with subtle intimacy.

Xie Tingwan tilted her head slightly, gazing into Zhou Yi’s deep, mesmerizing eyes as she remarked admiringly,

"I never expected President Zhou to be such an excellent dancer. Is there anything you can’t do?"

Zhou Yi smiled faintly. "There are plenty of things I can’t do. You just haven’t discovered them yet."

"How could that be? In my eyes, you’re practically omnipotent."

At that moment, Xie Tingwan was unaware of Zhou Yi’s piano skills, but someone at the banquet had already recognized him.

A woman in a sleek white satin dress approached them.

Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan had just finished dancing, and Zhou Yi was in the middle of kissing her hand in a gentlemanly gesture. The woman waited for him to straighten up before speaking.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhou?"

Both Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan turned to look at her. The woman offered them an elegant, radiant smile, her gaze lingering on Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi responded politely, "Hello, yes, that’s me."

He assumed she was just another admirer asking for his contact information, but instead, she exclaimed with admiration,

"I knew it! You’re just as elegant and handsome as you were in the video."

Zhou Yi looked puzzled. "Video? What video?"

Lawrence chuckled. "It seems you’re unaware that you’ve gone viral on OTO."

She pulled out her phone and showed Zhou Yi the clip of him playing the piano at the restaurant.

"This video of you playing piano has already amassed seven million likes. People in the comments are saying you’re on par with Mr. Albedo."

Zhou Yi took the phone and confirmed it was indeed the video from that day—someone in the restaurant had recorded and uploaded it to OTO.

Xie Tingwan stared at the screen in disbelief, watching Zhou Yi’s fingers dance effortlessly across the keys.

This was unbelievable.

She had no idea Zhou Yi possessed such extraordinary piano skills.

This was a side of him she’d never seen before—exuding the poise and grace of a seasoned artist, as if he’d spent years mastering the instrument.

With a teasing smile, she said, "It seems my earlier statement wasn’t wrong after all. President Zhou truly is capable of anything. Just how many surprises do you have hidden away?"

Zhou Yi sighed in resignation. "I was just playing casually that day. I never expected it to blow up like this."

The comments were flooded with praise—some from fans of Albedo, others from piano enthusiasts and musicians, all deeply moved by Zhou Yi’s performance.

Lawrence’s eyes sparkled with admiration. "Albedo is my favorite pianist. I’ve spent years trying to master his signature piece, but I could never capture the depth of emotion he conveys. Mr. Zhou, you must be a pianist of equal caliber. Are you a professional from China?"

Xie Tingwan’s eyes curved into crescents as she laughed lightly. "You might not know this, but he’s actually still a university student."

Lawrence gasped in surprise. "Then does Mr. Zhou study piano professionally?"

Zhou Yi shook his head. "No, my major is visual communication."

Lawrence clasped her hands together. "Oh my goodness... Then you must be a genius, blessed with unparalleled talent."

She showered Zhou Yi with compliments before finally excusing herself, only to immediately start discussing him with other attendees.

Meanwhile, Xie Tingwan searched for the video on OTO herself. Typing in "piano," Zhou Yi’s clip instantly appeared at the top.

The video had gained even more traction after Matthew reposted it with the caption: "This is Mr. Zhou Yi from China. He has left me utterly awestruck!"

Matthew, a student of Albedo, had a sizable following on OTO, and his endorsement propelled the video to even greater visibility.

The comments were split—half marveling at Zhou Yi’s looks and charisma, the other half praising his piano prowess. Soon, international students began recognizing him.

Many assumed Zhou Yi was a professional pianist from China, but those who knew him clarified in the replies that he was merely a university student. Few believed it.

[There’s no way this level of skill comes from an amateur!]

[They even claim he doesn’t major in piano. How is that possible?]

[Even if he isn’t now, he could easily become a master on par with Albedo in the future!]

[I can confirm—he’s a student currently competing in the international math modeling contest in Lansda. He’s representing China as their top scorer!]

[How can one man be so perfect? I want to be his girlfriend.]

[He should be entering piano competitions, not math ones.]

[Honestly, he could also be an international model. With those looks and that physique, he’d dominate the industry.]

The comment section soon devolved into debates about what career path Zhou Yi should pursue—none of them aware that he was already the CEO of his own company. Had they known, the reactions would’ve been even more exaggerated.

As the video continued circulating, it eventually made its way back to China. Bloggers who specialized in reposting foreign content quickly identified Zhou Yi and capitalized on the trend.

Anything related to Zhou Yi was guaranteed to go viral—he was essentially a walking traffic magnet, or as these bloggers saw it, a walking goldmine.

Unsurprisingly, Zhou Yi once again topped the trending charts.

The hashtag [#ZhouYiPianoTakesOverTheWorld] climbed to the top of the trending searches.

At first, some skeptics dismissed it without even watching the video.

[Wasn’t he supposed to be abroad for a math competition? How did piano get involved?]

[President Zhou... playing piano??? That just doesn’t sound right.]

[Seriously, Zhou Yi can’t go anywhere without making headlines. Even studying abroad lands him on the trending searches.]

[Are his fans exaggerating again? ‘Takes over the world’? Yeah right—wait, holy... IS THAT ZHOU YI?!]

Once they clicked on the video, their reactions mirrored those of the international audience—even the habitual critics were stunned.

[No way... THAT’S President Zhou?! OMG... I think I just swooned.]

[#1 on OTO’s trending list with over 7 million likes. That crushes most foreign influencers’ stats.]

[I don’t know much about piano—can someone explain how impressive this actually is?]

[Let’s just say he’s on par with the most renowned pianists in China. (Though I might be biased because his face is too distracting.)]

[Watching him play is pure bliss—a treat for both the eyes and ears.]

[Zhou Yi’s fans get to feast like this every day? Count me in—I’m joining the Feather Army!]

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