Unlike what he had imagined in his mind, Mose's works were not songs but all piano pieces.
Her avatar was the back view of a dark-haired, long-straight anime girl, with hair reaching her shoulders; in the lower right corner was the official music label of Yiyun Music, indicating real-person certification.
Perhaps due to her works being too elegant, she had fewer than five thousand fans.
This was normal, as the audience for pure piano music was usually niche, suitable for light music and background music. Moreover, her profile stated "Mosse Brand Spokesperson," suggesting she registered the account to showcase the sound of the Mosse piano, not for personal use.
Lu Qing clicked on her highest-played track, titled in pure Japanese katakana, translated as "The Cry of the Sea Lily." He adjusted the volume and pressed play.
Expecting to hear classical music full of artistic and upper-class vibes, what actually came through the headphones was Mose's most popular piano adaptation of a popular ACG (Japanese anime music/anime rock) song.
The smooth piano notes were silky, the ear-pleasing arrangement was delicate and intricate, highlighting the performer's deep understanding of the original piece.
It must be mentioned that the sound of the Mosse piano she used, even through headphones, could make one's ears pregnant with just a single do note.
"Is this the 1.2 million grand piano...?"
Lu Qing was captivated by the music, though he knew little about piano. Although he had learned guitar for seven years from middle school, it was merely a hobby. Even when he later switched to electric instruments, it was sidelined by academics and career, not developing into art.
Thanks to this foundation, his musical sense and sensitivity to notes were exceptionally high, allowing him to accurately feel the emotions the performer wanted to convey.
"Assuming this Mose is really Senior Mu Xia, and assuming Mu Xia really has a huge family background as Li Mingshi said, why do her pieces all reveal a sense of oppression and sadness?"
"Would someone so high and mighty have so many troubles?"
Whether it was "The Cry of the Sea Lily," or subsequent pieces like "Rapunzel," "Deep Slumber," "Towards Blue," the emotions conveyed were entirely in an emo state, from various angles.
Confusion, restriction, unease, fear, anxiety, disappointment, depression, giving up...
The piano was excellent, the technical skill was strong, but she gave the impression of being a soulless shell, mechanically stating her helplessness and sadness, not believing anyone could empathize, and not hoping for it.
"A performer not in such a state could not play such authentic emotions. Even the most perfect beings must have their own worries."
Lu Qing shook his head, took off his headphones in contemplation, and fell into deep thought.
...
Around nine-fifteen, Su Ling emerged from her room.
Lu Qing had been waiting for some time and, upon hearing her, was instantly struck by her stunning appearance.
Today, she wore the same Senyue Girls' High School uniform dress from their first encounter, freshly ironed—a navy sailor top, a matching plaid skirt, and a school badge on the right chest.
Above her brown uniform shoes were black knee-high socks, giving her an extra three points of purity and one less of allure.
Her freshly dried hair was fragrant, her breathable makeup flawless, making her look endearing and evoking a strong desire to protect.
It was clear the girl had put in a lot of effort to dress up.
"Brother, sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we go?"
Su Ling didn't carry a bag, just walked up to him like a bird nestling, and took his arm, waiting for his arrangements.
"Not too long, let's go."
Feeling a bit nervous with his sister so close, Lu Qing managed to stay composed and complimented, "By the way, you look very cute today."
"~"
Hearing what she wanted to hear, the girl's eyes smiled, but she didn't show it, just slightly raising her head and hinting, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time you've complimented me."
"Is it?"
Lu Qing thought about it and realized it was true. Although he had found Su Ling cute to the point of separation at first sight, he had only thought it in his heart.
Expressing it so openly and without reservation was a first.
"Brother, can you compliment me more often, please? It might help my condition." Su Ling said with a smile.
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Can it have an effect comparable to medication?"
"How would I know without trying? Anyway, it's healthier than taking medicine, right?"
"…Su Ling, are you teasing me?" Lu Qing was on guard.
"Does Brother not believe me?" she asked, feeling wronged and questioning, "Or, compared to complimenting me, does Brother think it's easier for me to take medicine…?"
"……"
Confronted with his sister's attack, Lu Qing had no choice but to surrender, "Alright, alright, I'll compliment you. I'll say what I think in my heart from now on."
"Hehe."
The girl smiled contentedly and leaned closer.
After a while.
The two chatted as they left the apartment, ready to start their agreed-upon day trip.
Since the Tianhe Platinum Apartments were located in the central area of Tianhai City, they didn't need transportation to reach the pedestrian street, just a walk of over a thousand meters.
Lu Qing asked his sister's opinion, and seeing she didn't want to take a taxi and wanted to walk with him, enjoying the sunshine, he gladly agreed.
But soon, he noticed a problem.
"…Are you okay? If you feel unwell…you must tell me right away."
Unlike the quiet countryside, the city center was bustling with noise and traffic. As the most developed and bustling coastal city in the country, Tianhai City's central area was naturally noisy and crowded.
The noise and sunlight clearly made the girl very uncomfortable. Every time a car passed or she brushed shoulders with a stranger, she would instinctively lean closer to him, her face growing paler, her eyes showing obvious distress and endurance.
Lu Qing observed this and further understood the severity of Su Ling's condition.
"Should we go indoors? The mall won't be as noisy as outside. Let's find a quiet place to rest."
He took her hand and held it tight.
"Mm…"
The girl lowered her head, looking a bit disappointed.
It was clear her eyes showed disdain for herself, unable to even handle such a small task.
"Su Ling, listen to me. I'm here with you, you know. No matter what happens, I'll help you, don't be afraid."
Lu Qing understood that she hadn't taken her increased dose of medication last night and missed her morning dose today, probably wanting to challenge going out to see if her condition had improved.
But reality was harsh. Her current state was obvious—just being exposed to sunlight and the 60-decibel background noise of the city center was already unbearable.
Lu Qing had looked up the information and knew this reaction in anxiety symptoms was called "somatization," meaning patients would reflexively produce various symptoms due to external stimuli, very serious.
So he guessed what she was most lacking now was a sense of security and peace.
He frowned, made up his mind, and then stretched out his arm, hugging her tightly.
"Ah…"
The sudden warmth through the clothes made the girl slightly startled.
Even though his movements were stiff and clumsy, it was still an active gesture. It was clear such treatment was not something others had received.
"Brother, what are you doing…this looks like a couple to outsiders, doesn't it?"
"Does it make you feel better?"
"…Yes, better than before."
"Then let's keep going."
……
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!