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Chapter 306: 282: All the fish in that sea… are mine

Daisy Zane noticed her reaction and raised her eyebrows.

However, when Daisy looked at Daisy Zane, the words that were just about to reach her lips were suddenly held back.

She looked at her speechlessly, thinking that she was like a playboy Sea King…girl!

Once she thought about this setting, Daisy felt increasingly convinced. And she was one of her victims in her ocean.

Daisy:

The girl holding the pipa did not dare look Daisy Zane in the eyes: “I, I’m not good at playing.”

“You must be better than us.” Turner Daniel moved his chair and sat on the other side of Daisy Zane,”My ears are about to throw up. Let me cleanse them now.”

The girl lowered her head and pursed her lips. Just as she placed her hand on the pipa, a student came over: “Willow Martin, what are you doing here? Everyone has gone to Celeste Martin’s side.”

After she finished speaking, she sweetly greeted Daisy Zane and the others.

“I’m not going.” Willow Martin said.

“Why not? Celeste Martin has come here after such a long time.” Another girl pulled Willow Martin’s arm and said, “Her guidance session is about to end.”

“You go, I’m not going.”

“Where’s your usual enthusiasm for learning? What a great opportunity! And yet, you’re not taking advantage of it.” The girl was puzzled.

“I don’t want to go.” Willow Martin lowered her head, possibly due to anxiety. Her face turned even redder, and she said, “You go by yourself.”

Seeing her unusual expression, the girl did not press her any further. She said a few words to Daisy Zane and the others before leaving.

Suddenly, Willow Martin felt both awkward and nervous.

Turner Daniel smiled and said, “Well… let us have a performance to soothe my wounded heart.”

Willow Martin glanced at him, then quickly smiled as well, “Alright. Then…I will play ‘Spring Snow.’”

“Spring Snow” had a lively rhythm, fresh and smooth. It depicted the scene of early spring when ice and snow melt, and everything revives, giving people a feeling of freshness.

Willow Martin had a good foundation, but there were subtle differences in her fingering and hand shape. Although not easy to detect, those who listened carefully could tell.

This resulted in the piece being slightly off.

Perhaps this imperfection was never discovered, which led her to be forever inadequate, no matter how hard she practiced.

However… one very commendable point was her excellent emotional expression.

It was very pleasant to listen to.

As Daisy Zane and the others listened on their side, the students surrounding George Dunn and the teacher were only interrupted by the harsh sound of their instruments and the laughter of the group.

It was unknown what had happened, but the teacher was so amused that he doubled over in laughter, drawing no attention to Daisy Zane’s group.

Daisy Zane watched Willow Martin’s hand movements, which seemed fine in terms of strength and speed in a normal state.

As they watched, a group of students suddenly surrounded them.

Daisy Zane looked up and saw the same student who had previously brought Celeste Martin over: “Teacher Celeste, it’s over here. Her name is Willow Martin, and she shares the same last name as you. Usually, she works very hard, but she’s just a bit shy, that’s why she doesn’t feel at ease.”

As Willow Martin played the pipa with focus and involvement, she suddenly heard a voice. Her hand shook, and the string of the pipa made a harsh sound.

Daisy suddenly furrowed her brows.

She turned her head and looked up at Celeste Martin, who was standing not far behind her.

As their eyes met, Willow Martin showed no emotion. In contrast, Celeste Martin smiled gently at her, saying, “You can’t learn anything if you’re shy.”

Willow Martin looked at her without responding. Her composure seemed excessive.

Celeste Martin smiled again, watching her intently, “Play a bit so I can listen.”

Willow Martin gripped the pipa tightly but didn’t move.

Just now, another girl had walked over to Willow Martin and pinched her shoulder, “Willow Martin, come on and play. Teacher Celeste is specifically here for you.”

Willow Martin’s gaze dropped from Celeste Martin, and she didn’t look at the people around her, but she felt all their eyes on her.

And the cameras.

She had to play in front of many people, just as Celeste Martin had to come over for the same reason.

So, she looked at her pipa and started playing “Spring Snow” again from the beginning.

Perhaps it was because of the crowd, or maybe it was because of Celeste Martin, but the piece that Willow Martin played was noticeably worse than before.

She realized this herself and stopped playing after two sections.

She didn’t speak up either.

Celeste Martin looked down at her, then paused for two seconds before smiling and saying, “Not bad, it’s quite good. It’s just that you seem a bit nervous. It’s probably due to lack of practice. Just practice more, and it won’t be a problem.”

Daisy Zane listened to her words and raised her eyebrows.

Daisy also glanced at her. If others couldn’t see the problem, Celeste Martin, a person qualified to enter the Court Music Academy, should be able to see it. That could only mean that she was deliberately not mentioning it.

Moreover, the two of them seemed to know each other.

Both their surnames are Martin…

“She is quite talented.” Celeste Martin said, “You must work hard, and practice diligently.”

The words “talent” triggered Willow Martin, and her hand visibly shook. She lowered her head, and her left hand clenched the Pipa so hard that her knuckles turned white. Then, as if squeezing the words from her mouth, she said, “Thank you, Teacher Martin.”

“You’re welcome. That’s what I should do.” Celeste finished, and then looked back to the students and said, “Let’s go to the front. Best Actor Dunn’s Pipa playing is something that I, as a mere mortal, cannot bear to hear.”

The students laughed and then waited for Celeste to walk forward.

Before Celeste went forward, she deliberately looked at Daisy Zane. Daisy sensed her gaze and looked back at her. The cold eyes directly struck Celeste’s pride, arrogance, and show-off.

But Celeste’s gaze did not linger on Daisy for long; it was repelled by Daisy’s calm demeanor. She quickly withdrew her sight and did not dare to look again.

Only when they all left did Daisy look at Willow again.

Willow lowered her head, clenching her fingers, obviously not yet able to react.

Daisy asked, “Has your hand been injured before?”

Hearing Daisy speak, Willow’s hands immediately loosened. Even her breath, held tightly until now, was released. She turned to face Daisy: “I, I…yes.”

Willow paused for two seconds, then raised her right hand and said, “Both my index and ring fingers have been broken.”

Such beautiful hands, and they are playing the Pipa—one would feel pity for them.

But Daisy was very calm. She just looked at Willow’s fingers and asked, “Have there been any lingering effects?”

Willow shook her head, “No.”

“Place your hand on the strings,” Daisy said.

“Huh?” Willow looked at her in surprise.

Turner Daniel and Olivia Lane also looked at her.

Daisy didn’t say anything else and just gently raised her chin, signaling Willow to place her hand on the strings.

Willow glanced at her again, then put her hand on the strings.

“Play a pluck.”

Willow did as instructed.

“This is the strength you think you should apply,” Daisy explained. “Your hand has been injured, and even if it has recovered well, it still affects you. Don’t treat it as an ordinary finger.”

Willow looked at her.

Olivia’s eyelashes trembled slightly, recalling their conversation in the hospital. The doctor had mentioned that Daisy’s hand had been injured – all five fingers…

Perhaps not just five fingers. Maybe her right hand, too…

“You tried to reach the desired strength as if it were a normal finger, which led to slight deviations in your hand shape and fingering techniques,” Daisy said slowly, ignoring the looks from both sides of her. “Come sit here.”

Turner quickly vacated his seat so that Willow could sit next to Daisy.

“Place your hand properly.” Daisy held her hand. “Your thumb is fine; the main issue is your index finger. Play.”

As soon as Willow tried to play, she wanted to apply force, but Daisy’s strength was much greater. If Daisy didn’t want her to move, she couldn’t move at all.

So, the note Willow played was weak and powerless.

“Again.”

Willow’s hand was held by Daisy, their strengths wrestling, but she was no match for Daisy. She could only play each note weakly, like a crippled person.

It wasn’t until some twenty attempts later that Daisy finally heard the sound she wanted.

Olivia’s eyelashes trembled slightly again.

Willow looked at Daisy with surprise and delight.

Daisy’s eyes remained calm and indifferent as she glanced at Willow’s hand. “Once more, with the same strength as just now.”

Turner, who didn’t understand a thing, just observed the expressions of the three girls.

From this, it seemed that Daisy was very impressive.

Willow played another dozen or more times, with more than half the notes sounding good. Then Daisy released her, letting her play by herself.

She played the pluck as well.

It turned out that Willow had a good understanding. Daisy’s judgment was correct.

“Practice using this method. The rest is up to you,” Daisy said calmly.

Willow looked at Daisy, her eyes shining, and her face even redder. Touching the back of her hand where Daisy had held it, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“Thank yourself,” Daisy replied. “Don’t waste your talent.”

Hearing her words, Willow’s eyes suddenly turned red. She lowered her head in a fluster and nodded, “Yes.”

Daisy didn’t want to get involved in other people’s sad stories, so she didn’t say anything more.

Olivia also remained silent, looking at her own hand.

As for Turner, he looked at Daisy with admiration, respect, and determination in his eyes. It was as if he had confirmed some ideas in his heart and made a decision.