Chapter 61: Hand of God!

Song Mo arrived at the door of the piano room.

He stood for a while without going in.

He made a shushing gesture to Xia Yu behind him.

He quietly listened to the discussion inside.

"Speaking of which, class is about to officially start, so why hasn't the new piano professor come in yet?"

"He's a Master, after all—his time is precious, so of course he'll arrive right on the dot!"

"Master… to be honest, there's something I can't figure out."

"What can't you figure out?"

"Sure, our school is a prestigious 985 university, but which Piano Master isn't a foreigner? Their price tags are absurdly high. If he really were a Master, which Master would choose to come teach at our school?"

"True enough, and for foreigners, being in China isn't exactly convenient either…"

Everyone instinctively assumed that anyone bearing the title of Piano Master must surely be some big-shot foreigner.

Song Mo gave a faint smile.

Just then, the class bell rang.

He stepped into the classroom in time with the bell's rhythm.

He walked unhurriedly up to the podium.

The classroom fell utterly silent.

Xia Yu was very dedicated—she quietly slipped to the back of the piano room and recorded the whole thing, planning to review and edit out the most brilliant clips when she got back.

At this moment, she saw Song Mo's calm, breezy expression on his face. Though he was clearly a bit younger than the students, his presence was incomparably commanding.

To put it in a colloquial way—

He had style.

In every gesture and movement, it was as if there were a magnetic field around Song Mo.

That pressure made the students, despite their stunned expressions, not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

"Ahem."

Song Mo cleared his throat.

"Hello everyone, my name is Song Mo, and I am your Piano Professor."

"As it happens, many of you may already know me—after all, I've had quite a bit of news coverage recently, and I have plenty of fans on Kuaishou."

"You all know that I'm very young."

"Still, he who has mastered the way is a teacher; honor the teacher and revere the Dao."

"In my classroom, the atmosphere can be relaxed and not overly solemn, but discipline comes first. You respect me, and I will respect you in return."

"That is the self-introduction of a professor on his first day of teaching."

Then, Song Mo paused briefly.

His expression gradually sharpened into view.

"Now for another version of the introduction."

"My name is Song Mo, the direct disciple of Piano Master Liszt, the piano prodigy who stunned the world at the Paris Grand Theater, with skill that has reached the level of Master."

"If you have questions you can't solve, you may consult me. I will demonstrate for you, or point out the flaws in your playing, and give you the very best guidance."

"At the same time, my final exam will also be harder than the other teachers'!"

After Song Mo finished speaking, he wore a gentle smile and said:

"That's all from me. Now, feel free to speak."

Below the podium.

Many students had excited expressions on their faces.

Because the name Song Mo was, in the piano world, like a thunderclap to the ears.

Abroad, the piano elite had given Song Mo a resounding nickname.

"Hand of God"!

Because Song Mo's hands were slender and beautiful, flawless as if they were the hands of God themselves, and the piano music he played was like the most wonderful echo in the world.

Many people interested in the piano, especially young people, regarded Song Mo as their idol, the male god in their hearts!

And some students who didn't know Song Mo, though their faces were full of question marks, seeing the excited expressions of the classmates beside them, roughly figured out that this overly young teacher wasn't bluffing.

He seemed…

Really impressive!

Song Mo didn't say much more.

He sat down before the piano reserved for the professor.

His expression focused.

He briefly adjusted to the tone of the keys, then began to play.

Compared to his performance at the Paris Grand Theater.

His technique now was clearly even more polished.

The black-and-white piano keys, beneath those perfectly slender, deft hands, produced utterly exquisite sound, stunning everyone's ears.

All those self-introductions Song Mo had made earlier!

None of them compared to this brief moment of piano after he sat down to play!

It was like giving one's ears a massage.

Utterly soothing.

The harmony of the melody, the ultimate expression of tone—that was the secret echo of mortal music, the pinnacle that ordinary people could achieve.

Everyone's mood was affected by Song Mo's Piano, their irritability melting away as their spirits gradually grew calm.

The piece ended.

Song Mo stood up, bowed slightly, and on his usual cold face appeared a graceful, gentle smile.

The Piano room was utterly silent, not even a pin could drop.

Then, thunderous applause erupted!

Song Mo raised his hand, and the applause stopped instantly.

Then, Song Mo had everyone take turns playing one Piano piece for him, and he could accurately describe the strengths and weaknesses in each student's technique.

And he gave extremely incisive evaluations and suggestions!

Even an outsider watching Song Mo teach would think of this one phrase in their mind.

"This is what professionalism looks like!"

There was no resentment based on age.

Song Mo conquered everyone with his skill!

Xia Yu didn't understand Piano, but while recording videos for Song Mo, she couldn't help muttering to herself:

Oh no, why did my sister fall for someone so outstanding like our boss?

Not just her—I like him too!

But…

Is she even worthy of him?

This thoughtful older sister couldn't help but worry for Xia Rou.

After class ended,

Song Mo calmly left the classroom.

He waved his hand, not taking a single cloud with him.

He arrived at the school parking lot.

Got in the car.

Song Mo invited Xia Yu:

"Sister Xia Yu, you've worked hard—let's go have dinner together?"

Their relationship was already familiar, so she wasn't stiff at all, giving a light nod of her head.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Steak."

Song Mo looked at her in surprise.

Unlike Xia Rou's broad, elegant oval face, Xia Yu, as the older sister, had a delicate, pointed face, skin glowing as if lit from within, eyebrows long and gently arched—beautiful willow-leaf brows.

Xia Yu smiled: "What, is the great boss Song Mo unable to afford me a steak?"

"That's not it—I've just rarely met a girl who gives such a direct answer. Many girls prefer to make the boy choose, then complain afterward."

"Hh, I know what you mean—that's probably feminism."

The two chatted for a few moments.

While talking with Xia Yu, you felt a deep sense of comfort.

Because she was the kind of girl who knew how to care for others' feelings.

She always noticed your emotions.

Her conversational emotional intelligence was very high.

Song Mo thought to himself:

This is what a normal girl is like—unlike Miss An Yinuo, the cold, tyrannical CEO Leng Wanqiu, and the other girls surrounding Chen Xi.

All of them had some kind of flaw.

(End of Chapter)