Chapter 125: This Step Is Beyond the Mortal Realm

The number of students present continued to increase.

Many were still frantically calling their best friends on the phone.

Hurry to the school gate!

Song Mo is here!

The scene directly alarmed the security guards, who rushed over and finally separated the crowd.

Then they glared at Song Mo with clear hostility.

As if to say:

"You're the brat who caused all this commotion?"

Under the guard's protection, Song Mo slipped away.

Finally reaching a quiet campus path with few people, Song Mo immediately called Xia Rou.

"Hello? Xia Rou, come out quickly!"

"Tell Xia Yu to come out too!"

"I'm telling you, it was terrifying just now—absolutely horrifying. When I got out of the car to find you and Xia Yu, the students at Modu University immediately surrounded me…"

Song Mo, still shaken, told Xia Rou what had just happened; even now, recalling it felt absurdly excessive.

It felt like being an ornamental fish in a tank, surrounded and stared at, with people frantically taking photos.

After hearing his account, Xia Rou burst into giggles.

"Who told you to be so utterly unhidden?"

"You really don't know how famous you are right now!"

"I know I've got eight or nine million followers, but it can't be this extreme!"

Song Mo had overlooked one thing: he was a legendary figure at Modu University—this was essentially his home base.

In Song Mo's fan club, the Love Mo Association, only students of Modu University were eligible to be administrators…

Song Mo had learned his lesson the hard way.

He quietly met up with Xia Yu and Xia Rou, then nervously made their way out of campus.

Fortunately, no one spotted them.

Once in the car, Song Mo let out a long breath.

He drove to Xingyue Media Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Song Group.

At Xingyue.

The three got out of the car; Song Mo led the two girls into Xingyue Media, and someone immediately came forward to greet them.

"Director Song, this way, please."

The three followed the staff to the recording room, where all personnel were already prepared and ready to begin.

Song Mo only needed to sit down and begin playing the piano.

Xia Yu and Xia Rou also pulled out their equipment from their bags, chose their angles, and prepared to film behind-the-scenes footage of Song Mo.

Song Mo's piano skill had long reached the Transcendental level; once he entered the zone, a powerful aura radiated from every part of him.

Having not played the piano for some time, when he saw the instrument placed in the center, he felt as if reuniting with an old friend.

His fingers instinctively tapped lightly against the piano's casing, producing a crisp echo.

Song Mo tested the tuning.

Then he began to play.

In the instant his fingers danced, the piano—once a lifeless object—suddenly gained a soul.

The silent piano, gently caressed by his fingers, awoke from slumber.

The piano's soul trembled; the exquisite music, piercing through flesh and reaching deep into the heart, gripped the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone involuntarily shuddered, an intense sense of bliss spreading from within outward, compelling them to dance along with the music.

Their ears felt as if undergoing an unprecedented massage; the piano notes flowed like clear water from snow-capped peaks of Mount Tian, cleansing body and spirit.

So much so that even the staff wanted to stop their work, regardless of anything else, and just finish listening to Song Mo's performance.

The urge grew stronger.

Song Mo sat quietly at the piano, his back impossibly straight, his fingers dancing like light steps, his posture as still and towering as a mountain.

He didn't just give the piano a soul—he transmitted his own emotions, continuously infecting everyone who heard the music.

The appeal was immense.

Like a virus.

Every listener in the room recalled joyful moments from their lives.

The carefree innocence of childhood; the spirited vigor of youth; the love of family; the beauty of life…

Deep within their hearts, feelings of beauty, long buried in memory, were gently drawn forth.

Xia Rou, lost in thought, had her brows completely relaxed, a sweet smile lingering on her lips.

Xia Yu looked at Xia Rou, remembering some childhood mischief of her younger sister; watching her grow had healed and warmed her own heart.

She was willing to share so many things with her sister;

Even when she couldn't bear to part with a delicious dish—like that one exquisite cake she'd bought—she'd let her sister taste it first.

She glanced again at Song Mo.

Something within her seemed decided.

When the piano music gradually faded, everyone awoke as from a dream: they hadn't realized over ten minutes had passed.

Such a long piano piece had slipped by unnoticed while they were absorbed in their own tasks.

After listening, the lingering resonance felt endless, making them yearn to play it again.

The most miraculous thing was:

After listening to Song Mo's performance, the grievances and hardships accumulated while struggling out in society—negative emotions that had been suppressed at the time but never truly dispersed, still lurking deep within the heart—were now felt to have mostly vanished.

Those with a stronger mindset felt that the matters weighing on their hearts were still there, but the oppressive emotions had already disappeared.

They could face their present lives with a better posture and a lighter heart.

For ordinary people, this was a remedy that healed the soul and soothed the heart; for those suffering from depression, it was an even more life-saving medicine!

Those present had not yet realized this, nor did they have any idea how Song Mo intended to use music to reshape a world riddled with wounds and mend the gaps and brokenness in people's hearts.

They hadn't thought that far ahead yet.

But in the not-so-distant future, they would take pride in having helped Song Mo record his music and video today!

Xia Rou's slender, long yet softly full legs pressed together, and within those bright, luminous eyes shone an undisguised infatuated longing and affection.

Without any concealment.

Xia Yu, on the other hand, was in slightly better shape.

She had worn a pad today, which came in handy at the critical moment, sparing her from any awkward scene.

At the same time, she couldn't help casting a guilty glance at Xia Rou.

At this moment, a staff member came to their senses.

"This piano piece seems like something I've never heard before. Is… is it an original composition by Chairman Song?"

Song Mo nodded in affirmation.

"That's right, this piano piece is my original composition. I've named it 'Moistening the Heartland'."

Hearing Song Mo's confirmation, everyone present wore expressions of admiration.

"As expected of Chairman Song—I was completely mesmerized just now. All the operations on my end were done subconsciously without me even realizing it."

"So this is the charm of a world-class Piano Master?"

They had never heard any other Piano Master perform live, so they mistakenly assumed Song Mo and a Piano Master were on the same level.

Little did they know, Song Mo had already taken one step ahead.

And that single step,

could never be crossed by the mundane world.

(End of chapter)