Hettie walked straight onto the stage and sat down at the piano. The guests below quieted down, waiting to hear her play.
It seemed she often performed at banquets, so no one was particularly surprised.
Zhou Yi leaned against the wall, sipping his drink as he asked his system:
"System, do you have any impressive piano pieces? Preferably ones this world has never heard before."
"Of course, but you know the drill."
"Go on, how many attribute points?"
"Just 50,000. Absolute masterpiece—guaranteed to make the big shots below lose their minds, including that woman you're trying to charm."
"Alright, alright, you think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?"
"I don’t, but I’ve mastered your tastes. You love chasing women who start off a little tsundere."
Zhou Yi... Zhou Yi couldn’t deny it.
Admittedly, conquering that type of woman was more fun for him.
"Aren’t you looking forward to seeing her dumbstruck expression later?"
"Host, I’m not a man. I can’t get excited, nor do I understand your thrills."
......
Zhou Yi stopped bantering with the system and directly purchased the recommended piano piece, titled Tears of the Divine.
Hettie was called a pianist for a reason—she had her own unique style.
Her playing was fiery and unrestrained, a stark contrast to her cold, elegant appearance.
Perhaps all her passion was poured into the piano, allowing the audience to feel the raw emotion. Everyone present was utterly captivated by Hettie’s performance.
There was no denying it—Hettie was a mesmerizing woman, especially when she played.
As the piece ended, applause erupted. Hettie lifted the hem of her dress and curtsied gracefully.
Albedo smiled and praised her, prompting Hettie to finally show a smile of her own.
"Professor, Mr. Zhou said he wanted to challenge me. Now it’s his turn."
She glanced at Zhou Yi, her expression practically saying, Let’s see what you’ve got.
Albedo sensed the tension but was always eager to witness a piano duel.
With a chuckle, he said, "Is that so, Zhou? You’re performing too?"
"Yes, Mr. Albedo."
"Wonderful! We’re in for a treat tonight. Which piece will you play?"
"I’ll improvise."
The pianists in the room exchanged intrigued looks.
"Go ahead, Zhou. We’ll all be cheering for you."
Matthew, meanwhile, raised his camera again, ready to record the moment. He always captured photos and videos at these gatherings, and tonight was no exception.
Zhou Yi stepped onto the stage and sat down slowly, closing his eyes before his fingers danced across the keys.
The audience’s reactions shifted from anticipation to shock, then awe, and finally sheer amazement—all within two minutes.
This was undoubtedly a piece they’d never heard before, convincing them it truly was an improvisation.
How else could such a breathtaking composition remain unknown? And his playing was flawless—not a single misplaced note or hesitation!
"This is unbelievable! He’s like the reincarnation of Master Bach!"
"Oh my God, this will become a classic, mark my words."
"To think such a prodigy was unheard of in the piano world... What a tragedy we nearly missed him tonight!"
Even Albedo and the other guests couldn’t stop marveling.
One elderly pianist sighed, "I pale in comparison."
As for Hettie? She reacted exactly as Zhou Yi had predicted—completely stunned.
Or perhaps enchanted was the word.
Her gaze fixed on Zhou Yi, lips slightly parted, lost in the music.
Only when the piece ended and thunderous applause filled the room did she snap back to reality.
Now she understood the vast gulf between them.
All traces of her earlier arrogance vanished as she clapped fervently for Zhou Yi.
Matthew was beside himself with excitement. Thank goodness he’d recorded it—this was improvisation!
His footage might become study material for countless students. He hurried to back it up on Albedo’s computer.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi was showered with praise.
"Zhou, you’re the most talented pianist I’ve ever met!"
"Absolutely. Even at my age, I’m humbled. Talent trumps years of practice—though that’s a harsh truth for those without it."
"Zhou, I’d considered taking you as my student, but clearly, you’re beyond teaching. You’re God’s own pianist."
"If I hadn’t come tonight, I’d have missed something extraordinary. Hearing you play is my luckiest moment."
The admiration was genuine. Brilliance deserved respect.
And Hettie? Her eyes now held only deep infatuation.
"Zhou, your talent is staggering. I can’t believe I was so rude earlier... I’m sorry."
"No need. It was just a friendly match. I wasn’t offended at all."
"You’re magnanimous, and I’m utterly smitten."
Her beautiful eyes burned with passion. From then on, she stuck to Zhou Yi’s side—the icy beauty turned into an adoring fan.
"Zhou, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No. Why do you ask, Hettie?"
"Would you consider me? I adore you."
"Uh... isn’t this a bit sudden? I’ve never thought about it before. Besides, didn’t Matthew say you’d sworn off marriage?"
"That was before I met you. Zhou, are you free tonight? Would you like to come to my place for a drink?"
Hettie was completely besotted.
It was as if Zhou Yi only needed to say "marry me," and she’d drag him to the courthouse without hesitation.
077: "Host, does she have some misunderstanding? Should you remind her that piano skills aren’t sexually transmitted?"
Zhou Yi: "Maybe she just sees me as her soulmate. Artists fall fast and hard."
He added wistfully to the system, "Pity I already promised Claire tonight. Otherwise, a drink at this beauty’s place would’ve been perfect."
077: "You could visit Hettie first, then Claire. It’s not like they conflict."
Zhou Yi: "? That’s even more shameless than my ideas."
"But I like it. Decision made."
What would it feel like to have this aloof beauty burning with passion in bed?
Zhou Yi was looking forward to finding out.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
