CHAPTER 76: CHAPTER 33 UNWILLING HEART (1)

Late at night, the bright moon hung high, and all was silent. Inside what seemed like a peaceful Yan University, all the night owls snug in their beds were blowing up the school forum.

Xu Chengyang’s post had garnered over a thousand comments in less than five minutes.

245L: "Oh my god, is this Fu Weiheng???"

246L: "Is it that guy with the Cayenne???"

247L: "So, is the flower of the Orchestra Department dating this violinist Fu Weiheng???"

248L: "...With such an amazing boyfriend, either she saved the earth or the universe, aren’t those who criticized her before ashamed???"

249L: "Mr. Fu fiercely protective..."

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846L: "The flower of our department just wants to have a low-key romance with God, but it’s so hard."

847L: "Who’s keeping who? Who?"

848L: "Hahaha, Fu God’s sharp retort, directly slapping back at you guys!"

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3457L: "A single ’go’ from Mr. Fu says it all, hahaha, messing with me? You’re asking for it?"

3458L: "Seriously, blogger, you’re such a bootlicker! Hahaha..."

3459L: "This high-quality pair is blinding my eyes, after all, handsome men must find beautiful women."

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6438L: "A late-night wave of PDA."

6439L: "I’ve been a fan of Fu Weiheng for five years and never saw a single HD picture of his full face... today, I’m speechless, my blood levels are depleted."

6440L: "Senior Brother Gu from the Piano Department must be heartbroken..."

6441L: "A real slap to Li Lvcha."

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9948L: "Hahaha... the one above talking about Senior Brother Gu, you nailed it..."

9949L: "Li Jiayuan from the Vocal Department likely can’t show her face anymore..."

9950L: "In any case, I hope my God can be happy."

...

The next morning, after freshening up, Su Wan came out of the bathroom and saw Xu Chengyang turning off the alarm for the fifth time. She sighed helplessly, walked over, and shook her bed.

"Ah Yang, get up, it’s almost eight o’clock."

Three seconds later, Xu Chengyang groggily raised her head from the pillow, her messy hair like a chicken’s nest, and the dark circles under her eyes a result of last night’s indulgences. After five seconds of blankness, Mr. Xu couldn’t resist and dropped her face back into the pillow, lamenting, "Can’t I not go practice piano..."

Su Wan went to her desk, recalling the post Xu Chengyang shared in the group last night at 3:25 a.m., and reminded her, "Don’t you want your Paganini championship?"

Xu Chengyang threw the pillow in frustration: "To hell with Paganini! I’m about to be tortured to death by Paganini this month. At this rate, I’ll end up with Parkinson’s someday!"

Su Wan: "...If you don’t get up now, Old Charlie will come after you from the practice room."

Xu Chengyang pulled the quilt over her head: "Just let me sleep for another half an hour. If Old Charlie asks, tell him I got lost on the way to the practice room!"

Su Wan: "..."

Yao Ye came out of the bathroom fastening her belt and said with a meaningful tone, "Wanwan, leave her be. Let her bear the consequences of not sleeping last night. Don’t worry; Old Charlie definitely won’t have her play Paganini five—ten more times."

Yao Ye extended the sound, emphasizing the words "fifty."

Hearing this, Xu Chengyang immediately tossed off the quilt and got out of bed angrily, gritting her teeth as she begrudgingly went to freshen up.

Yao Ye smirked in satisfaction, raising her eyebrows at Su Wan: "Nothing beats the power of Paganini."

Su Wan: "..."

After displaying their affection publicly yesterday, Mr. Fu acted without scruples, parking his car right in front of her dormitory building. With the car window half down, revealing half his face looking inside, he was undeniably flaunting.

As a result, when Su Wan came downstairs, all she heard were whispers and saw one envious or jealous look after another.

Under the watchful eyes, she blushed while climbing into the passenger seat of the Cayenne. After Fu Wei drove out of the campus gate, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Neil, weren’t you always low-key..."

Why so high-key and showy today...

He looked straight ahead, countering, "Who says so?"

"Everyone knows..." Su Wan counted on her fingers, "No concert recordings, no interviews, no promotional photos, even albums come with a pitch-black cover... isn’t it low-key?"

Fu Weiheng skillfully turned the steering wheel, answering without a thought: "Concerts ban recordings to ensure focused listening, respecting the performer. Not accepting interviews or photos because there’s no need for promotion—I participate in competitions and host concerts just to hold myself accountable, not to entertain anyone. As for albums, I’m just recording for fun."

Su Wan: "..."

Just recording... for fun.

"Personally, I prefer high-key," he said with a faint smile, "especially when I’m in love."

Su Wan: "..."

Fine, you’re handsome, whatever you say goes.