In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 9

As the crimson sunset spilled over the evening sky, intermittent and slightly unpolished notes drifted from the music room.

It was different from her usual playing!

Glancing around with his black eyes, Lisa walked in without a word.

The evening breeze lifted the curtains, and through the gap, Lisa saw the girl hunched over her phone, then lowering her head to play the keys with clumsy determination.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back a little.

Yellowed leaves from the parasol trees littered the ground, a few twirling in the air before landing on Lisa's shoulder.

Unaware, he gazed at the window in the distance, his eyes as indifferent as the night sky, yet with a faint glimmer.

Once upon a time, the last class on Wednesdays and Thursdays was the happiest time of his week. Amidst the chaotic campus life, he found solace outside Room 8, listening to the beautiful piano melodies. It was the only place where he felt close to her.

Standing there, even his dull and lifeless heart seemed to come alive, swaying with the fluctuating notes. Today's music was strange, unlike the usual smooth and pleasant tunes.

But Lisa's heart couldn't help but tremble. He felt like a shameless eavesdropper, hiding in the corner and listening to music that didn't belong to him, dreaming of a person who didn't belong to him.

As the sun began to set, the piano abruptly stopped, and a woman's voice could be heard. "Class is almost over. Let me check how you've been practicing."

The piano room fell silent for a moment.

Lisa heard Jennie's low voice, "Teacher, I haven't practiced that one well yet. Can I do it next week?"

"No, I already gave you so much time just now." The woman's voice was stern.

The dim street lamp lit up on the roadside.

A few seconds later, the piano room emitted the not-so-coherent sound of the piano.

That sound had only lasted for a few seconds before it was interrupted.

"Stop, stop, stop. What are you playing? Jennie, even if you don't practice for a week, it shouldn't be this bad."

Lisa's heart tightened, then she heard the girl's low voice, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't practice last week."

"What's wrong with you? You're usually the most diligent. How did you become like this? If you play like this, don't even think about going to Haiyin. No music school will accept you." The woman's voice was loud, sharp, and stern.

Lisa stood a few meters away and could hear her clearly. His hand trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry." He heard the girl sniffle, her voice sounding a bit aggrieved.

"Is saying sorry to me useful? Stay after class and practice for another half hour before going home."

The door slammed shut with a loud "bang," and a few seconds later, the sound of the piano resumed in the practice room.

In the distance, the bell signaling the end of class rang faintly, mixed with the sound of the piano drifting out of the practice room.

After half an hour, Jennie finally closed the piano lid.

Chaeyoung came to find her after class, carrying her violin.

After hearing the whole story, she said she would wait for her at the door, but Jennie persuaded her to go home.