ocean-life Chapter 79 The Music Room
Chapter 79 The Music Room
In the empty music room, two people were sitting face to face, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere.
Su Hao was rubbing his temples hard, feeling a headache coming on. His brain, which had been soothed by the music, was starting to ache again.
Han Dong, sitting opposite, crossed his arms and turned his face away angrily.
The culprit behind this scene is what's currently on the music stand.
That wasn't sheet music for some world-famous piece of music, but rather an extremely unpleasant math textbook.
What's worse, Han Dong's textbook was so new it was almost reflective, without a single crease, clearly indicating it had never been opened since it was distributed.
Su Hao took a deep breath, pointed to one of the questions above, and tried to soften his tone:
"This is the content for the first year of junior high school. It's not difficult, as long as you grasp the basic principles."
Han Dong, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, turned around and retorted:
"Didn't you know I skipped junior high?"
"Don't try to cover it up with skipping grades. Actually, it's the most basic polynomial! We learned that in sixth grade!"
After thoroughly understanding Han Dong's dilapidated mathematical foundation, Su Hao did not hesitate at all and decisively closed the middle school math textbook that was like a book from heaven to her.
He decided that he had to start teaching from elementary school again!
"I...I'm just not feeling well today!" she tried to justify herself, but her voice grew softer and softer.
"I knew all of these problems before."
In fact, Han Dong is by no means a fool; on the contrary, she has an exceptional talent for learning.
After all, without powerful computing capabilities, it would be impossible to achieve such great success in the highly complex polyphonic system of music.
At this very moment, Han Dong vaguely remembered that his grades were passable when he was a child...
Standing before this mathematical genius who looks down on everyone like a paramecium, I felt ashamed that my intelligence was being trampled on.
"In my opinion, people with top-notch musical talent are probably not bad at math either."
Su Hao looked at her, his tone calm.
The reason you can't learn it now is simply because you haven't spent enough time on it.
So, put aside your resistance, and let's start from the beginning, one step at a time, okay?
The subsequent tutoring went exceptionally smoothly.
Su Hao's explanation was concise and to the point, without any unnecessary words, and went straight to the core principle.
Watching Han Dong chew on his pen and think, a fleeting thought suddenly flashed through Su Hao's mind.
This feels so much like teaching that silly girl, Su Hui?
Once Han Dong entered a learning state, he also demonstrated an extremely terrifying level of concentration and an astonishingly high level of comprehension.
Su Hao's almost divine deduction process easily cleared up the knowledge gaps that had plagued her for years.
In just one day!
Han Dong was horrified to discover that the amount of mathematical knowledge she had forcibly absorbed and thoroughly understood today was even more than the total amount she had learned in the past six years!
Is this the world as seen through the eyes of a true genius?
Feeling his rapid progress, Han Dong smiled with satisfaction.
She sat back down at the piano with light steps, in a great mood, and even unconsciously hummed an unknown cheerful melody.
"May I record this?"
In this harmonious and pleasant atmosphere, Su Hao, extremely out of place, took out his phone and asked seriously.
As a rigorous explorer, he needed to verify an important conjecture by controlling variables:
Is it only the sound waves from a live performance that can produce that calming effect? Can a recording also work?
However, the answer I received was unexpected.
"No!"
Han Dong's smile vanished, and his expression became extremely serious.
"You're not a music student, so you don't understand. Recording a pianist's performance without permission is extremely impolite, even offensive."
I will only allow audio files to be left behind when I want to record them, and in the form I want.
Su Hao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded seriously.
Upon closer examination, this is indeed reasonable.
This concerns copyright and the dignity of art.
Even though she is still a student, she is already a true professional in the field of piano.
Seeing Su Hao's cooperation, Han Dong's arrogant demeanor weakened slightly.
"No...but if you really want it, I can go to a recording studio and record a special copy just for you."
After saying that, Han Dong began his performance without giving Su Hao any time to react.
This time, Su Hao did not close his eyes to feel it like he did last time.
He opened his eyes wide, deliberately adjusting his gaze to its sharpest point.
Extremely calm, like a high-speed camera, it captured every muscle contraction, every exertion of force, and the direction of every note vibrating in the air.
Han Dong's left hand landed first in the low register, like a steady architect, constructing the unshakable rhythmic foundation of the entire piece.
Then, the right hand cut in like lightning, layering and weaving together extremely complex and gorgeous harmonic variations on the main body.
Su Hao keenly noticed that the force with which her fingertips fell was not as precise and consistent as a programmed machine, but rather carried subtle, emotional fluctuations.
However, it is precisely this seemingly irregular sense of detachment, this uniquely human emotional outpouring, that gives Su Hao great mental stability and satisfaction.
Su Hao suddenly flipped open his notebook, pulled out his pen, and began frantically taking notes!
The critical points where chords shift between measures, the precise timing of her foot pressing the sustain pedal, the lingering beat at the end of a phrase and its revival in the next section…
All these acoustic phenomena, which are only understood intuitively and cannot be explained in words in the eyes of ordinary people, were ruthlessly stripped of their romantic veil on Su Hao's paper and transformed into precise and cold mathematical variables and formula symbols!
He needs to perform a deduction!
He needed to build a massive mathematical model in his mind to verify whether he could perfectly reproduce the set of "special effects" in her music that were only effective for him using pure mathematical logic!
……
That night, all was quiet.
Su Hao lay in bed, suddenly tormented by a strong urge to play the piano, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.
To be precise, it's the "Psyduck" deep within my consciousness that, after experiencing that tranquility, is frantically craving it in my mind like an addict.
But looking at the clock on the wall, it's impossible to find a place to practice the piano on campus at this time.
Su Hao's chest heaved violently in the darkness. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly rolled out of bed, turned on the lamp, and opened the densely filled notebook again.
He closed his eyes and silently issued a command deep within his mind:
Let Psyduck translate all the musical notes it wants.
I'll play it for it again once I've learned how!
The next second, the pen tip spun rapidly across the paper, making a hissing sound.
As if receiving some whisper from the abyss, those ethereal melodies that appeared in my mind were reduced one by one by Psyduck's terrifying analytical ability and transformed into extremely abstract complex mathematical formulas on the paper!
A chilling scene unfolded:
When he writes the main note on one side of the paper, it's as if a chain reaction is triggered on the other side, automatically generating the corresponding harmonic structure.
Su Hao keenly noticed that this magical mapping relationship was extremely similar to that of a function and its graph coordinates!
Under the table lamp, Su Hao was like a tireless recorder, frantically recording for a long time.
Until the "Psyduck" deep within his consciousness seemed to have found complete satisfaction in the virtual simulation, it let out another comfortable sigh and returned to silence...