Chapter 848: The Little Lover Was Snatched Away by Mom

The moment he finished speaking, a smooth and relaxed piano accompaniment immediately filled the piano room.

Li Luo's hands struck the black and white keys with great familiarity, and a deeply familiar melody began to echo in the audience's ears.

【Huh? This rhythm feels familiar.】

【It's the intro to "Little Happiness"!】

【Damn! Does Chongran actually know how to play piano?】

【I thought he could only play guitar.】

【He can play piano too? Is this even fair?】

【This bastard is good at studying—he topped the provincial Gaokao, writes Online Novels, composes songs… is he even human?!】

【Jealousy is twisting my face.】

Yan Zhusheng, seeing the wild shock and mockery flooding the live chat, couldn't help but smile.

Watching everyone marvel and praise Li Luo, her heart grew even lighter—happier than when they praised her, and she couldn't help humming along softly to Li Luo's piano melody.

Once the intro ended, Yan Zhusheng smoothly began singing, her voice light and cheerful.

"No big wishes~"

"Nothing to rush for~"

This song, chosen by Li Luo as the theme for "Little Happiness," had already become wildly popular that summer.

It was now frequently used as background music in countless warm, everyday TikTok videos.

So when Yan Zhusheng began to sing, even the slowest viewers instantly recognized the tune.

【Damn… this scene feels kinda beautiful.】

【I remember when this song first came out, they sang it together at Qing Jie's concert, right? Never thought I'd see them perform it together again.】

【Yeah, I think it was earlier this year.】

【Zhusheng! Don't sway your body while singing! You're bumping into Chongran!】

As Yan Zhusheng hummed and swayed, her left arm inevitably brushed against Li Luo's.

Sharp-eyed viewers spotted it at once and screamed warnings in the live chat.

But Yan Zhusheng didn't care—and the viewers who were here for the sugar didn't stop them; they yelled for more.

【What can't the God of Chongran do?】

【He can even recreate plotlines—I already saw this exact scene in "I Am Really Not a Star," when he livestreamed writing.】

【Hahaha! Classic Chongran move. I bet soon we'll see Li Yang and Mo Qinghan livestreaming a duet of "Little Happiness" in the novel.】

【If that's true, then in the book Li Yang kissed Mo Qinghan—so have they kissed in real life too?】

【I seriously suspect they're already together, they just don't want to announce it.】

【If they don't want to announce it, shouldn't they avoid being too close in public? But they're not hiding anything at all—I don't buy it!】

Yan Zhusheng ignored the live chat, finished singing the first half of the song with Li Luo, then, as the interlude began, reached out both hands to join him on the keys and played alongside him.

【They're duetting now?】

【Damn it! Why do you two look more perfect together the more I watch?】

【Are you two seriously dumping sugar here? That's too much!】

【This is sweeter than real couples.】

As the rhythm prepared to shift into the next section, Yan Zhusheng turned to Li Luo. "You take it?"

Li Luo nodded, released the keys, handed the piano accompaniment over to Yan Zhusheng, and began humming along to the melody.

"Smile, and you glow~"

"Sing a line, and you're free~"

【Damn you two!】

【I thought about asking if I could swap in for Chongran… but then I realized it's impossible—this demand is too high.】

【Can a TV drama screenwriter who can't play piano and sing really be a great Online Novel writer?】

【Are you just showing off your talents here? Doesn't Chongran have his own livestream?!】

The song "Little Happiness" ended quickly.

In the end, they sang and played together in perfect harmony, completely lost in the art of the music.

After finishing, Yan Zhusheng glanced at the live chat, then emphasized again: "This is all my doing."

"When he first entered high school, he could only play guitar—he didn't know a thing about piano, and his singing was just average."

"Now he's this good? That's all thanks to my teaching."

As she spoke, Yan Zhusheng puffed out her chest slightly, tilted her chin up, waiting for the audience's second wave of awe and praise.

【So Chongran really couldn't play piano before?】

【Really? I seriously suspect Chongran already knew how to play piano—he's just manipulating Zhusheng's feelings!】

【That makes sense! Pretending he didn't know piano to trick Zhusheng into teaching him himself! So sneaky! That's a dirty trick!】

Seeing these comments, Yan Zhusheng frowned in annoyance: "Anyone who can play piano can tell right away—it's impossible to fake. Stop guessing nonsense."

Li Luo didn't care what others speculated—after all, the Memory Palace was something no ordinary person could ever conceive of.

But interestingly, Yan Zhusheng believed she alone had taught him piano.

In truth, whether it was guitar or singing, she had personally taught him in her past life.

His entire musical skill set was 99% shaped by her instruction.

Thinking of this, Li Luo instinctively turned his head to glance at Yan Zhusheng's delicate profile, and smiled faintly: "Stop dwelling on that—want to move on to the next song?"

"Sure," Yan Zhusheng nodded, then tilted her head and asked, "But didn't you prepare any other performances?"

"You're the one who suddenly called me over," Li Luo said, half-laughing, half-exasperated. "What did you expect me to prepare? I was just sitting at home writing, and you sent me a message and dragged me here."

Are you even typing? I don't believe it for a second!

If you're serious, bring a desk over here—we'll watch you type!

Didn't you livestream typing before? Why not start your own stream? Type live every time from now on—I want to see if you're really working hard.

Livestreaming is out of the question.

Li Luo never intended to start his own livestream; just occasionally dropping in to Yan Zhusheng's stream was enough.

After all, livestreaming while typing is inherently boring—few viewers will stay glued to the stream just to watch you tap keys.

Besides, he types too fast—often hitting four to five thousand characters an hour.

If readers found out, they'd demand he post twenty or thirty thousand characters daily.

He couldn't handle that.

Last time he typed live on Yan Zhusheng's stream, he already slipped up a little—Li Luo didn't want to expose himself further.

He wasn't some platinum-tier master who claimed to livestream typing but was really just a king-level launchpad.

Half the day passed without a single word typed—he just played games.