RUMOURS RUN WILD (Completed)

Chapter 4

After saying that Mew continued looking at his tabs, he clearly was now immune to this. Gulf observed that Mew did not have much of a reaction to it, he also felt that it was too awkward to keep harping on this issue. He then pretended to also look at the tabs, they looked like bean sprouts, also looked like ants, with his confusion he could only exclaim.

"Oh this... Eh... <Flight of the Bumblebee>... Wow! I can play this piece very well!"

It was very obvious that Gulf wanted to impress Mew.

"I have the highest grade," Mew nonchalantly glancing at Gulf's top quality puppy eyes. "This is for the welcoming feast tonight, I'm just looking at it."

"Eh eh eh?! So cool!" Gulf was shocked. "Oh yeah, the girls mentioned that you can play 5 different instruments, is this true?"

"I guess so," Mew actually considered it for a bit. "Piano, violin, guitar, cello, drums, saxophone, accordion, these are the only ones I know."

"Only ones?! These are seven different instruments! How did you become the top scorer with such lousy mathematic skills? Shady, this is definitely shady." Gulf wanting to be a majestic tiger could now only become Hello Kitty, unknowingly defeated again by Mew. He craftily pouted, "Why are you idolising the westerners? As a comrade there's something wrong with your outlook."

"I know a little ,but I'm not proficient with them."

"Not proficient?" Gulf immediately regretted saying that. He suspected that he was about to receive another shock from Mew, still he could not help but blurt it out. "What do you mean by not proficient?"

"I didn't achieve the highest grading ah," Mew replied naturally. "Without the highest grading how could I dare to say I can play?"

Gulf's head hurt. These blows to his ego were definitely self-inflicted.

"Ok, I give up, I can only call you my master."

Gulf could not help but imagine a Mew in a historical robe and a round pair of sunglasses, performing. He nearly bored a hole through Mew with his stare, and reflected that with his lack of imagination he could not depict that glum situation.

"Why do you have to perform <Flight of the Bumblebee>, it feels like you're trying to act cool."

Gulf admitted that his relationship with Mew was pretty good, after all they were both victims of a rumour. They were definitely on the same team, hence he spoke without thinking.

"The school council literary club senior gave me the score, and said this was played previously."

"Bullshit," Gulf exclaimed. "It was clearly a guitar the last time, you fool, he's bullying you, wanting you to play till your hands cramp. Which senior? I'll help you beat him up."

"This piece is difficult, so I plan to practise in the piano room."

"Wah, aren't you sneaky," Gulf winked and patted Mew's shoulder. "The piano room's on the first floor, with so many people passing by, there's definitely quite a number of pretty girls, you..."

"I'm going at night, the piano room key is with me."

"Eh hey, hey hey, hey hey hey," Gulf could not help but gave a sly smile. "Right, good to have the key." Gulf reminded Mew of a housefly rubbing its feet with glee. "Don't you know that this is an ideal dating spot? Bring someone you like there, perform a piece for them, confess and all pieces would fall into place."

"Then we'll go together."

"Eww what are you trying to do?!" Gulf sprung up, his arms crossing his chest like a virtuous lady. "I'm not gay ok. Just because you're attracted to my looks and talents don't think that you'll be able to have a fruitless relationship with me. Ah, I'm a sinful man, leading my junior astray, oh god, please forgive my not worthiness and my sins..."