The world's number one pianist

He Shen didn't know much about the things on the Internet in recent days. He has spent a lot of time on Zhao Zitong recently.

The day after he finished recording music, when he just arrived at Zhao Zitong's door, Xi Shuwen, Zhao Zitong's mother, was already waiting for him at the door and took him to sign the teaching contract.

And before He Shen could speak, she counted the money from yesterday and today and handed it to He Shen without any hesitation.

She even apologized to He Shen, saying that she was busy yesterday and came back late, so she accidentally missed him, so it was a pity that she didn't have time to give him the money.

She was very sincere, and He Shen didn't have much concept of money, so he didn't say much.

However, when he asked Xi Shuwen about applying for a university professor, her face looked very strange, and she used some other words to evade He Shen, and didn't give a direct answer.

However, Zhao Zitong's performance in the recent few classes was obviously beyond his expectations.

Although Zhao Zitong still refused to admit that he was her teacher, it was obvious that when she practiced the piano alone at home, she practiced according to his instructions and made rapid progress.

He Shen glanced at the music score in his hand. In just a few days, she had already played the whole piece from the first bar to the 92nd bar.

"He Shen, how is it? Did I play well today?"

Zhao Zitong took out a bag of potato chips from the desk and sat cross-legged on the piano stool. She ate the chips while swaying left and right, with a proud face.

He Shen did not directly hit her confidence, but nodded.

"Not bad."

"Huh? Just one not bad? You are too perfunctory, right?"

"Then very good."

"Huh, that's about right. Remember to say so next time. I am happy to hear you talk like this."

Zhao Zitong couldn't help but smile and narrowed her eyes. She kept shaking her head and humming the melody of Chopin's First Piano Ballade.

He Shen looked up at her, resisting the urge to correct her singing pitch, and took out a few napkins from the side and handed them to her.

"Remember to wash your hands after eating, don't dirty the piano."

"I know, I know, are you annoying? I'm not a three-year-old child. Of course I know not to dirty the piano, no need for you to remind me."

Zhao Zitong took the napkin impatiently, wiped her fingers clean, moved her legs off the piano bench, and continued to practice facing the piano.

At this moment, He Shen's cell phone rang.

He Shen's first reaction was to hang up the phone. After all, he was still in class, and answering the phone during class was a bit of a bad influence.

However, looking at the name on it, he hesitated a little. It was Wang Pei's phone.

Under normal circumstances, Wang Pei would not call him unless there were special circumstances.

He Shen stood up, waved his phone at Zhao Zitong, and said.

"Answer a call."

"Answer the call if you want to. What does it have to do with me? Go ahead."

Zhao Zitong didn't even look at He Shen. She looked at the 93rd bar on the back of the score and practiced tentatively.

He Shen opened the door, walked through the living room, and walked to the balcony of Zhao Zitong's house. He closed the balcony door to make sure that the sound would not come in, and then answered the phone.

"Hello? I'm in class."

"Huh? What class are you still taking? You're famous, do you know?"

Wang Pei's noisy voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Let me tell you, the set of Chopin's ballades you played was a big hit in the entire classical music circle, especially those who study Chopin. They went crazy and kept looking for you!"

"Oh..."

After hearing this, He Shen had no expression on his face. He didn't feel anything about the popularity.

That was just a defective product with a completion rate of 99%. What's the big hit? Even if a work that has not reached perfection becomes popular, it is meaningless. Instead, it is an insult to art.

Wang Pei on the other end of the phone didn't expect He Shen to be so calm. He was so excited that he almost went crazy, but He Shen just said "Oh" lightly, which almost made him hurt.

"No, brother, I know you don't care much about this kind of thing, but I really didn't expect that you don't care about it at all? You are so popular, you are so popular in the entire classical music circle! You are not excited, not excited? At least you should be happy, if you manage it well, you can make a lot of money!"

"Oh, I'm really happy, so happy, so excited." He Shen said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Okay, I'm happy, is it okay? I still have to go to class."

"No, I!"

Wang Pei was about to bleed internally, feeling a little disappointed, hammered his thigh hard, and then rubbed his fist quickly.

After Wang Pei calmed down, he also remembered the purpose of his previous visit to He Shen, so he said immediately.

"Okay, if you're not interested, then you're not interested. I came to you because I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?"

He Shen stopped hanging up the phone and waited for Wang Pei's follow-up.

Wang Pei didn't let He Shen wait for long and said quickly.

"Now the Internet is very hot about your real identity, so the first question is, do you want to announce your real identity and tell those people that you played the Chopin Ballade?"

"Isn't the name of the creator He Shen's piano studio? Why do you still want to announce it?" He Shen was puzzled.

"Because they think this name doesn't sound like the name of a particularly good pianist, so do you want to announce that this recording belongs to you?"

Wang Pei quickly skipped this question. He didn't want to admit that there was a problem with his naming.

After hearing this, He Shen said immediately without any hesitation.

"No, the work is not perfect."

"Well, I knew you would say that, so I didn't publish it." Wang Pei nodded as a matter of course, as if he had guessed it long ago, and then the next moment, he continued: "There is a person looking for you, from the Jiangzhou Normal University Conservatory of Music, he wants to meet you."

"Meet me?" He Shen repeated uncertainly, and changed the phone from his left hand to his right hand, curiously: "What do you want to see me for?"

"He sent a private message to your account, saying that he wanted to see who the performer was, and that he was very interested in this recording version and wanted the permission for this recording."

"He wants to use your recording as an internal recording of their music academy, so that everyone who practices the four Chopin ballades can use your work as a template. It's troublesome to recommend everyone to listen to it individually, and the quality of the network varies, so it's better to get the original audio directly from you."

"I think this is a good opportunity, especially since you said before that you want to go to college. Maybe this is a springboard. What do you think?"

He Shen suddenly fell silent. Xi Shuwen's rejection made him feel distressed for a long time before. He thought that the 24 etudes would be far away from him. Unexpectedly, the opportunity came so soon now.

He thought for a while and finally nodded.

"Okay, tomorrow morning, in your piano store."

"Okay. I'll go talk to him now."

Wang Pei hung up the phone. After He Shen heard the busy tone on the phone, he put away his phone and returned to Zhao Zitong's side, interrupting her practice.

"Tomorrow morning, go out with me."

"Didn't you question that I didn't play Chopin well enough before? Tomorrow, I'll show you the real Chopin."