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After saying that Wang Yibo continued looking at his tabs, he clearly was now immune to this. Xiao Zhan observed that Wang Yibo did not have much of a reaction to it, he also felt that it was too awkward to keep harping on this issue. He then pretended to also look at the tabs, they looked like beansprouts, also looked like ants, with his confusion he could only exclaim.

"Oh this... Eh... <Flight of the Bumblebee>... Wow! I can play this piece very well!"

It was very obvious that Xiao Zhan wanted to impress Wang Yibo.

"I have the highest grade," Wang Yibo said, nonchalantly glancing at Xiao Zhan's top quality puppy eyes. "This is for the welcoming feast tonight, I'm just looking at it."

"Eh eh eh?! So cool!" Xiao Zhan was shocked. "Oh yeah, the girls mentioned that you can play 5 different instruments, is this true?"

"I guess so," Wang Yibo actually considered it for a bit. "Piano, violin, guitar, cello, drums, saxophone, accordion, these are the only ones I know."

"Only ones?! These are seven different instruments! How did you become the top scorer with such lousy mathematic skills? Shady, this is definitely shady." Xiao Zhan wanting to be a majestic tiger could now only become Hello Kitty, unknowingly defeated again by Wang Yibo. He craftily pouted, "Why are you idolising the westerners? As a comrade there's something wrong with your outlook."

"I know a little Erhu and Hulusi, but I'm not proficient with them."

"Not proficient?" Xiao Zhan immediately regretted saying that. He suspected that he was about to receive another shock from Wang Yibo, still he could not help but blurt it out. "What do you mean by not proficient?"

"I didn't achieve the highest grading ah," Wang Yibo replied naturally. "Without the highest grading how could I dare to say I can play?"

Xiao Zhan's head hurt. These blows to his ego were definitely self-inflicted.

"Ok, I give up, I can only call you my master."

Xiao Zhan could not help but imagine a Wang Yibo in a historical Chinese robe and a round pair of sunglasses, performing <The Moon Shadow in Er Quan> in bleak weather on a crowded street. He nearly bored a hole through Wang Yibo with his stare, and reflected that with his lack of imagination he could not depict that glum situation.

"Why do you have to perform <Flight of the Bumblebee>, it feels like you're trying to act cool."

Xiao Zhan admitted that his relationship with Wang Yibo was pretty good, after all they were both victims of a rumour. They were definitely on the same team, hence he spoke without thinking.

"The school council literary club senior gave me the score, and said this was played previously."

"Bullshit," Xiao Zhan exclaimed. "It was clearly a guitar the last time, you fool, he's bullying you, wanting you to play till your hands cramp. Which senior? I'll help you beat him up."

"This piece is difficult, so I plan to practise in the piano room."

"Wah, aren't you sneaky," Xiao Zhan winked and patted Wang Yibo's shoulder. "The piano room's on the first floor, with so many people passing by, there's definitely quite a number of pretty girls, you..."

"I'm going at night, the piano room key is with me."

"Eh hey, hey hey, hey hey hey," Xiao Zhan could not help but gave a sly smile. "Right, good to have the key." Xiao Zhan reminded Wang Yibo of a housefly rubbing its feet with glee. "Don't you know that this is an ideal dating spot? Bring someone you like there, perform a piece for them, confess and all pieces would fall into place."

"Then we'll go together."

"Eww what are you trying to do?!" Xiao Zhan sprung up, his arms crossing his chest like a virtuous lady. "I'm not gay ok. Just because you're attracted to my looks and talents don't think that you'll be able to have a fruitless relationship with me. Ah, I'm a sinful man, leading my junior astray, oh god, please forgive my noteworthiness and my sins..."

"I just want you to cook supper for me, there's a socket there which you can cook noodles with your electric stove."

"..."

Fine, fine, I was thinking too much. Xiao Zhan rudely snorted and went to play video games, and thus missed out on Wang Yibo's slight amusement.

Wang Yibo really went to the piano room to practise in the middle of the night, not expecting to become College A's mystery in a few days. The occasional students returning late at night could hear music drifting out from the unlit piano room, giving them the shudders. At this point someone came up with a sad story – long ago there was a highly talented student couple, they were very much in love, and the model lovers that everyone envied. The girl was very good at the piano, especially <Flight of the Bumblebee>, and often played the piece in the piano room for her boyfriend. The boyfriend later was no longer in love with her, and in grief she hung herself in the piano room. However, her spirit never left the room, and continued playing <Flight of the Bumblebee> waiting for her boyfriend to return to her.

Now, our "grieving female ghost" Wang Yibo did not realise that Xiao Zhan had imagined such a story for him. Objectively speaking, this was also hard work for Xiao Zhan. For some unfathomable reason Wang Yibo insisted on playing in the dark, and Xiao Zhan, behaving like a parent accompanying their child that was studying for their college entrance exam, could only pathetically squat by the side and cooked the noodles with the light emitting from his phone, sneakily eating the noodles when Wang Yibo was not paying attention.

Sometimes, just as Wang Yibo stopped playing, a loud slurp could be heard vibrating through the otherwise silent room.

Or when Wang Yibo played till he forgot about eating, and Xiao Zhan could no longer stand his hunger, thinking, I'll just eat 1 strand, not more than that, just 1 strand, Junior won't find out about it. Who would have guessed that the quality of the instant noodle was so good, Xiao Zhan sucked up the strand till his jaw ached and it still did not break, and ended up with him eating all the noodles. He received a ridiculous comment from Wang Yibo, "Pretty good at sucking."

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