"Hello, Professor Yang!" "Good morning, Professor Yang Shu!"
Walking through the conservatory, Yang Shu is greeted by many students carrying their instruments, all bowing respectfully. Yang Shu doesn’t say much, but she always smiles and nods back, her gentle "Hello" enough to make those students excited for half the day. Dummy Meg, watching from the side, is left wide-eyed. When it comes to looks, she’s on par with Yang Shu—she’s even been the company goddess before. But she can tell, the students greeting Yang Shu aren’t just admiring her beauty; their gestures, tone, and even their eyes are full of longing and awe.
This isn’t the usual kind of "goddess" worship—it’s the kind of reverence you’d give to a true goddess, someone genuinely extraordinary.
"Jack, your aunt is amazing," Dummy Meg whispered to Jack Young. "She’s just walking, but somehow it feels like I can hear music—as if she’s surrounded by swirling notes."
"Oh? What kind of music do you hear?" Jack asked, curious.
"I’m not sure, I can’t quite put it into words, but it’s some kind of cheerful tune." Dummy Meg thought for a while, then playfully flicked her fingers like a conductor: "It’s got this bouncy, ding-ding-dong rhythm."
Jack just smiled, but before he could say anything, Yang Shu suddenly turned and smiled at Dummy Meg. That smile spoke more than a thousand words—it was better than any polite greeting. It felt like countless smooth violin notes flowed gently through your heart, soothing you from head to toe. Just from that smile, Dummy Meg would bet anything that if this aunt didn’t become a world-class violinist, then something was seriously wrong with the universe.
Jack immediately patted Dummy Meg on the shoulder and whispered, "She likes you!"
"Today I finally get it—there really are people in this world whose smile could topple a city!" Dummy Meg dragged Jack forward. "Quick, ask your aunt for me—do you think I could join your Ancient Tomb Sect?"
"You’ll have to bribe me, the senior disciple, first. Make sure you treat me well before anything else."
"Oh, still playing hard to get, huh? If I ask Auntie to accept me as her disciple, then I’ll be your senior and you’ll have to bow and serve me tea!"
Jack and Dummy Meg’s whispered bickering didn’t escape Yang Shu’s ears—being a musician, sharp hearing is a must. But Yang Shu didn’t mind at all. "Come on, kids, get in the car. Let’s go to my place first."
Yang Shu’s car is pretty ordinary, nothing like what you’d expect from a "musician." But the moment she sits in the driver’s seat, it suddenly feels classy. Same goes for her clothes—they’re not designer brands, just simple and affordable, but they look great on her. Whether she’s on a country road or at a fancy party, she always makes people feel comfortable.
Yang Shu is just that kind of person—she makes everyone feel at ease.
Yang Shu doesn’t live far away. After a twenty-minute drive, they arrive at a cozy, spacious neighborhood—not trendy, but very relaxing. She lives on the top floor, and when she opens the door, Dummy Meg can’t help but exclaim, "Wow! No wonder you’re an artist!"
The place isn’t just tastefully decorated—it’s huge! Because it’s the top floor plus an attic, it’s got two levels and at least four hundred square meters. "If I had a place like this in Shanghai, my life would be complete…" Dummy Meg floated inside, eyes shining. "I’ve always dreamed of having a house this big…"
"Come on, you already have a place in Qingdao! Now that I think about it, all the girls I know own property—so why am I the only one without a place to live?" That’s right, even though the Queen told Abo to buy a villa ages ago, Abo’s been working himself to the bone to make it perfect. The villa’s still under renovation and won’t be ready for a few days. If not for that, they wouldn’t be crashing at Auntie’s place.
"Don’t be shy, make yourself comfortable—just treat this place like home. Kick off your shoes and dive into the sofa if you want!" Yang Shu pointed at the sofa. "When I first saw it, I just wanted to sink right in, so I splurged and bought it. Want something to eat? I’ve always got plenty of fruit." She didn’t say much, but her genuine warmth made Dummy Meg feel right at home.
After making Dummy Meg feel welcome, Yang Shu raised her eyebrow at Jack. "But whether you get to come in depends on your performance. If you mess up, you’re sleeping on the street."
"Deal! Just what I wanted!" Jack wasn’t fazed at all; he rolled up his sleeves and did some stretches like he was about to compete. The two exchanged glances and headed for the inner room. Dummy Meg, curious, followed along. In a spacious room, a piano sat quietly. Jack stretched his fingers and sat down at the piano, while Yang Shu picked up her violin.
"So it’s a music performance?" Dummy Meg wondered aloud.
As the two got ready, an elegant calm settled over them, making Dumb Cute hold her breath in awe.
"Beethoven, No. 5, how about it?" Yang Shu challenged.
As Jack accepted the challenge, flashes of memories crossed his mind. Ever since Aunt Yang Shu taught him piano, they’d always picked pieces to play together—it was their tradition every time they met. "Beethoven, No. 5" meant the Fifth Violin Sonata, also known as "Spring," a cheerful duet for piano and violin.
Jack hadn’t touched the piano in ages. Even back when he did play, his performances were rough and chaotic. If music was like driving, real musicians drifted stylishly to the finish line—while Jack was the reckless guy crashing into everything.
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But now, after all this time—he’s got it down perfectly!
Without a word, Jack gave Yang Shu a look, and she knew her nephew was brimming with confidence. With that, three, two, one—let’s go!
So this is what true harmony sounds like? Dummy Meg, listening quietly at the door, realized that playing music at this level was a whole new kind of beauty. Jack sat upright, eyes closed, his fingers dancing across the keys. Yang Shu’s bow and strings sang joyfully, and every sweep of her long hair became part of the rhythm.
Suddenly, she understood why Yang Shu had Jack play a piece before coming in—because this intertwined, supportive duet expressed the joy of reunion better than any words could.
When musicians truly sync up, that electric thrill gives you goosebumps and makes you forget everything else. Jack was lost in the music—he wasn’t even consciously trying, but his Supreme Spiritual Dao was fully at work. His powerful mind silently deepened everyone’s immersion in the music, both performers and listeners alike.
Just like when Jack played for the Little Geng Choir or sang with Little Geng by the lake, everyone in the neighborhood who heard the music stopped what they were doing. Walkers paused, cooks stopped cooking, people turned off their TVs, even crying babies stared wide-eyed. Everyone was drawn in by the beautiful melody, moving with the joyful rhythm—their very breathing and heartbeats caught up in it.
Every note seemed to scratch that perfect itch deep in your heart, as if telling the happiest stories hidden inside each person.
While playing, Yang Shu couldn’t help but watch her nephew, her eyes sparkling. Being able to express your inner world through music is already the mark of a master. But Jack went even further—he brought everyone’s melody into his own, like a master dancer leading everyone along.
She didn’t know this was actually the result of using spiritual power to influence the world. She also didn’t know that, in the martial world, there’s a special term for this kind of ability—Heaven King Phenomenon.
What Jack did today wasn’t as fully formed as Wind Wushang’s life-or-death thread or Xiu Yu’s Moonlight Without Glamour. But it was definitely a sign—a seed. Like the embryo of a mystical sword, slowly nurtured by spiritual resonance. When it finally emerges, it’ll shock the world.
The Fifth Sonata lasted over twenty minutes. Yang Shu had only planned to test the first section, but since they were in such great form, they played the whole thing. When the music stopped, applause and cheers could be heard from outside. Jack grinned—he’d really gotten into it.
It’s true what they say—master one thing, master them all. After racing down the martial path, he’d somehow circled back to become a music master too.
"Alright, that’s enough for now." Yang Shu put down her violin. "The orchestra’s got a big performance coming up, so I won’t have time to look after you two. You’ll have to fend for yourselves—so you, tidy up the house." Then she turned to Dumb Cute, "Come on, let’s go buy groceries and make dinner."
"Sure!" This auntie really didn’t treat her like a guest—who else would drag a guest out grocery shopping? As Jack started cleaning at lightning speed, Yang Shu and Dumb Cute stepped into the elevator. The doors closed, and as they descended, Yang Shu suddenly asked, "I noticed you didn’t clap just now—can you tell me why?"
"I..." Dumb Cute opened her mouth, wanting to say something like "It was so good I forgot to clap." But seeing the gentle encouragement in Yang Shu’s eyes, she hesitated, then finally sighed and told the truth: "I didn’t clap because, besides happiness, I heard something else in his music. It was... how do I put it..." She thought for a moment, then softly said, "Lostness."
"Lostness?" Yang Shu didn’t get upset—she actually broke into a smile. The elevator reached the bottom, the doors slid open, and Yang Shu took Dumb Cute’s hand, leading her out. Dumb Cute suddenly felt flattered and surprised.
"Your name is Qi Meng, right?"
"Yes, Auntie!" Qi Meng knew that only now did Aunt Yang really decide to remember her name.
"Mengmeng, have you ever studied music?" Yang Shu had clearly accepted the "Auntie" title now.
"No, I can’t even sing. At KTV, I just go along for fun—I don’t even dare touch the microphone."
"Would you like to learn?" Yang Shu’s voice was gentle but encouraging. "Violin, piano—whichever you want, I can teach you."
"Eh? Me? Learn music? I..." Qi Meng was genuinely surprised.
"Jack has always loved singing, dancing, and playing music. But singing solo drains the spirit, dancing alone hurts the heart, and solo performances are the hardest to make sing." Yang Shu smiled gently at Qi Meng. "That sense of lostness in his music is so faint, he probably doesn’t even notice it. But you heard it, Mengmeng. You’re his soulmate."
Qi Meng’s face turned bright red, and she stammered, "I... um..."
"Mengmeng, being a soulmate means truly knowing someone. Words can lie, but music never does." Yang Shu invited her again: "Whatever you want to learn, I’ll teach you."
"Auntie, you’re so sneaky—asking me straight out what I want to learn, you’re not giving me any chance to say no!" Qi Meng calmed herself, then shyly said, "Alright, I’ll learn the violin."
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Thinking back to that duet just now—what a scene, really makes you envious.
So Jack and Dummy Meg settled back into their "co-living" routine, staying at Yang Shu’s place for now. It felt just like old times—grocery shopping, cooking, washing dishes, chatting about life. Ordinary, but warm. What surprised Jack was how well Dummy Meg and Aunt Yang got along. Whenever Yang Shu came home at night, she’d teach Dummy Meg how to play violin, and Dummy Meg picked it up at lightning speed—she was playing decently in just a couple of days.
People who’ve unlocked seven rounds really are something else.
During these days, Jack’s memories gradually returned, bit by bit. All these memories were about Dummy Meg—and they were all hilariously interesting.
He remembered the first time he went to Dummy Meg’s dorm—it was to help make dinner for Daisy Summers, who was working overtime. They bought groceries together, but right before going in, Dummy Meg suddenly panicked and wouldn’t let him enter. She dashed inside, clattered around for ages, and finally opened the door. Even so, the first thing Jack did was pick up a tangled clump of hair from the doorway.
Jack’s glasses instantly fogged up.
"Are you really a Virgo…?" Jack looked around at the messy dorm, his expression deadpan and full of roast. "Where’s that legendary obsession with cleanliness? What happened to ‘everything must be perfectly organized’? And your classic ‘won’t eat if the chopsticks aren’t the same length’—where’d that go?"
"That whole neat freak thing? Thanks to the gentle corrections of the internet, I’ve kicked that bad habit to the curb." Dummy Meg’s expression at this moment was the very definition of shameless.
"You kicked it way too far!" This was when Jack saw the other side of everyone’s goddess—the utter chaos of her private life. That day, overwhelmed by the mess, Jack lost it and went on a cleaning rampage in Dummy Meg’s dorm. At least, while it was messy, it wasn’t dirty. When Daisy Summers showed up right at dinnertime and saw the place sparkling clean, she stood there in shock for over ten seconds, like her whole worldview was being updated.
He also remembered why he started calling Qi Meng "Dummy Meg" in the first place.
Back in September, after a month of orientation, the newbies were assigned to their departments—Dummy Meg ended up in tech. At the time, the tech department had a partnership with a German company and got a bunch of technical documents in German. Since Dummy Meg happened to know some German, their goofy manager handed her the stack to translate into Chinese.
You read that right—their goofy manager just tossed a pile of critical technical documents to someone who’d only taken a few college German classes.
And Dummy Meg actually accepted the task.
Everyone was exhausted from starting the new job, so most people went to bed early. But two days later, at 11 p.m., Jack noticed Dummy Meg was still online. He asked her about it, and after some prodding, got the story. Jack immediately got dressed and rushed up to the nineteenth floor.
"You really are a dummy—a big dummy!" Jack slapped the thick stack of technical docs. "This is technical material, not a German novel! Do you even realize how hard this is? One wrong word could cause big problems, and you’ll get the blame!"
"Oh..."
"And look at how thick this is—you could use it as a brick! Even the Xinhua Dictionary isn’t this bad, and you’re supposed to finish in a week? Do you even know how many words that is?"
"Oh..."
"And the most important thing—now I know why you haven’t shown your face these days—this is work, it’s business, okay? You have to keep work and personal life separate! Look at your giant dark circles, are you trying to be a comedian, Dummy Meg?" Jack was so mad he nearly stomped his feet. "You’re not cute anymore, you’re just a dummy—a total dummy!"
Qi Meng got chewed out and could only sigh, "But the boss gave me this assignment, so I have to keep going. Only four days left and I’m not even a fifth done. Looks like I’ll have to pull all-nighters—wait, why are you taking off your jacket?"
"Why? I’m going to deal with your brainless boss!" Jack whipped off his jacket and threw it on the sofa, storming into the inner room. "That jerk’s a real piece of work—asking someone with a second language elective to translate all this in a week, that’s just bullying! You, sit over there and give me your laptop!"
"My laptop? What are you going to do?" Qi Meng’s eyes widened.
"I’m going to help you translate, dummy! If you keep doing this alone, you’ll never sleep again!" Jack rolled up his sleeves, ready to work. "Quick, hand it over, and give me a pen—oh, and get me a cup of coffee!"
"You know German?" Qi Meng was shocked. "I thought you said you sucked at languages!"
"I suck at languages, not at life! I don’t know German, but I know how to look up words online, dummy!" Jack was practically fuming. "You highlight the words you can’t figure out, I’ll look them up and mark the meanings, then you translate the normal sentences. Come on, assembly line style—the faster we finish, the sooner we sleep!" Jack glared at the screen, cursing under his breath like he was staring down Qi Meng’s supervisor. "Jerk, bullying my friend? Let me show you what real teamwork looks like!"
Five days later, Daizi Xi invited them to her dorm for dinner. As soon as they walked in, she was stunned—each of them sporting a pair of huge dark circles, looking like they had four salted eggs hanging from their faces. They both collapsed onto the sofa, barely alive.
"What happened to you two?" Daizi Xi asked, worried.
"Forget it, let’s not talk about the past—life’s already full of storms. Anyway, remember this from now on—" Jack pointed at Qi Meng. "She’s Dummy Meg from now on."