I Can Infiltrate the Dreams of Others! - Chapter 18

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

When James started playing, everyone was surprised by his skill.

It could be seen that although he did not speak well, he still had some ability.

Weiss didn’t care but he could already tell what James was playing.

Für Elise, originally named Bagatelle in A minor, was an independent piano piece composed by German composer Beethoven in 1810.

It was Beethoven’s tribute to “Alice”.

It had to be said that the song was prepared by James. Even without Weiss stirring things up, he had to play it for Elena.

Everyone began to clap for James at the end of the high note and he bowed back to them with aristocratic manners.

Elena pulled Weiss’s shirt and said to him,

“Don’t go there, Weiss.”

Weiss felt a little helpless. This made others jump on his face and he couldn’t refuse.

Weiss looked at James’s finger technique and felt that there shouldn’t be any problems. His system was quite reliable in this aspect.

Besides, Elena’s father was here and she didn’t want to be looked down upon by him anymore.

James raised his head and looked at Weiss provocatively.

“Weiss, come up if you’re a man. Don’t make me look down on you.”

Weiss raised his eyes. He had seen people looking for abuse but he had never seen someone looking for it so badly.

Then he walked over to the piano and tried to remember how James had played. He took a deep breath.

His fingers began to dance on the piano keys and his fingertips began to dance with the music sprite. What did Top-Level Piano Skills mean?

At this moment, he was the representative of the Piano God.

Everyone saw and listened to the music.

The snowy peaks of the Alps, the waters around Tahiti Island and the seagulls, the forests, the dazzling sunlight.

Everyone saw the gentle, beautiful image of the female protagonist and it was as if Beethoven had endless warm words to say to her.

Then they saw the babble of their pulse turn into a pleasant conversation. The music was smooth, cheerful and gorgeous.

Weiss’s right hand gently played an ornamental note and an attached sixteen-point note, causing the melody to become lively, as if it was the bright and cheerful tone of a young girl; his left hand steadily and smoothly played the decomposition and string, gentle and amiable, like a male host constantly responding to his lover’s babble.

The second sentence became even more joyful. In his right hand was the densely decomposed and stringed thirty-second note, which sounded like the laughter of a young girl.

The mood of the plug-in music changed dramatically. It pushed in layer by layer and the irrepressible passion burned like fire.

The first sentence continued in the same low tone. It sounded like the heartbeat of the male protagonist, but also like his passionate love. It was sincere and firm, and the clear high notes combined with the continuous sounds of his strong left hand. It was as if the male protagonist was confessing passionately, seeing his deep and powerful eyes, and feeling his unwavering determination.

After that, there was a connecting sentence. Weiss’s right hand used the pagoda sound to continuously move up, from slow to fast, and in a low voice, he used the chords to promote the development of the music. It was as if a young girl had happily accepted his confession.

At the highest pitch, there was a series of half-tones descending. It was full of gorgeous colors, showing the happiness of two people who shared the same heart.

At last the music returned to the fold, and it was the last time the first part was repeated. When the music grew soft, it was as if a pair of lovers were holding hands and gazing at each other as they settled into the gradually diffusing music.

Everyone was immersed in such a beautiful voice that even James was no exception.

Then, everyone reacted and clapped excitedly.

James had also recovered from his daze and his face was as red as a pig’s liver. He then flicked his sleeves and left. It was obvious who was better.

He knew that he was completely screwed. If he did not leave now, who knew how many rich second-generation heirs would mock him.

Elena looked at Weiss excitedly too, mostly because Weiss had been so cool just then, his white hands flying over the piano. When she saw his performance, she felt like all the pianists she’d seen before were trash.

The eyes of the girls below the stage were like torches. Where could they find such a handsome and rich boy?

This is it!

Weiss originally wanted to walk over to Elena and brush her hands together but he was immediately surrounded.

Most of them were girls who surrounded him to ask for his autograph. Among them, there were nobles who were proficient in piano who clamored to take him as their master.

Wayne saw how popular Weiss was and said to the old man beside him.

“You’ve lost this time.”

The old man beside him was a little angry but he only took a sip of the red wine in his hand and said.

“This person offended the Black Deity. How much longer can he live?”

With that, without waiting for Wayne’s reply, he walked into the crowd and began to communicate.

Wayne shook his head with a wry smile. Those people were indeed difficult to deal with and extremely powerful.

Manipulating several presidential elections, with a long history that cannot be traced.

The most well-known thing was that they were among the founding fathers of the United States. There was no point in discussing how big they were now because no one would know. Those who knew were all dead.

Weiss stepped off the piano bench. It took him a long time to reach Elena.

Elena smiled and asked.

“Master Weiss, when did you become so powerful? I still don’t know.”

Weiss could only reply helplessly.

“You flatter me. It’s mainly because you’ve never let me show it before.”

Elena snorted. There was some awkwardness between them.

But soon Mair came with a large group of people from his class and shouted.

“Brother Weiss, you’re too awesome.”

Weiss replied with a bitter smile and began to talk to Mair and the others.

Soon, Weiss’s elegant speech attracted the attention of the surrounding nobles. Seeing that Weiss was so proficient in noble etiquette, they couldn’t help but be amazed.

Soon, a large group of people surrounded Weiss. The way Weiss spoke in all aspects and his humorous words made everyone very comfortable.

Soon, it was night time. Many people said goodbye to Weiss and drove away.

Weiss was about to leave. After all, his sister was still waiting for him at home but Elena called him and said shyly.

“My father wants you to go to his study room. He wants to talk to you.”

Weiss was somewhat prepared but still surprised.

All he could do was follow Elena to Wayne’s study. Elena remained silent on the way and when she reached the door.

Suddenly she turned to Weiss and said.

“No matter what my father says, don’t mind him.”

Then, she ran away with a red face.

Wayne was in his study, watching the footage helplessly.

It was bad enough that Elena had chosen Weiss but it made things difficult for Wayne. He didn’t want to stand against the Black Deity but if it was Elena, Wayne’s eyes were fierce and everyone who knew him knew that this was a sign that he was going to be serious.