Colby. Valentine initially approached the young Oriental girl with a mindset of watching a show. However, when those fair fingers rested on the black and white piano keys, the casual expression on his face was instantly replaced by seriousness.
In many people’s hearts, fingers meant for playing the piano should be long, white, flawless, and gracefully boneless.
Actually, that’s not entirely the case. You should take a look at every dancer’s feet—none of them are not rough or deformed. The feet of dancers in Paris are even more dreadful. Some would even say the longer the fingers for piano playing, the better.
A truly ideal pair of piano-playing hands should be proportionate, where one hand’s little finger surpasses the second knuckle of the other four fingers when put together. The hands currently on the piano are such that the fifth finger is almost as long as the other four fingers when put together. From the corner of his eye, Colby Valentine could see those hands between black and white keys, each finger was round and fleshy underneath, wide and thick between, with relatively large joints. Such hands were born for piano playing. Coupled with everything else, at this moment, Colby. Valentine realized the young Oriental girl before him was likely a master on these piano keys. The only question was how advanced her skills were.
Colby. Valentine felt a surge of anticipation rising within him.
And when the fingers pressed the first key, he was instantly stunned.
Not just an expert on the black and white keys, but she was once him. When those fingers stopped, Colby. Valentine had only one thought: he must take this girl as his disciple. In the future, she would surely become the second Colby. Valentine, or even surpass him. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelꜰire.net
At the thought of being able to cultivate such a remarkable figure, Colby. Valentine’s blood began to boil. Before everyone could recover from their shock, he had already walked up to the piano with a look of delight, stared intensely at the young Oriental girl seated in front of the piano, and said, word by word, "Shall I accept you as my disciple?"
Becoming a student of Colby. Valentine is probably every piano player’s dream.
The classmates who came with An Nan snapped out of their shock and heard these words, all casting admiring glances at An Nan sitting in front of the piano.
Colby. Valentine thought the girl would agree without hesitation. To his surprise, the girl simply raised her dark eyes to look at him and stubbornly asked, "Do I have musical talent?"
Without thinking, Colby. Valentine nodded: "Yes, yes, yes."
"Then please take back what you just said."
Colby. Valentine was eager to take this Oriental girl as his student, so he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I take it back, take it back. Please be my student."
Having received the answer she wanted, An Nan’s lips curled into a bright smile. Then her disdainful gaze fell upon his face, and she said, word by word, "No way!"
Once again, the expressions on everyone’s faces were engulfed in shock.
Someone refused Colby. Valentine.