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Chapter 345 - 343, Poetic Little Professor (Second Update)_1

Chapter 345: 343, Poetic Little Professor (Second Update)_1

At this time, there were dozens of students attending Ren He’s class, and without exception, Ren He’s new theory once again became popular throughout the Juilliard School of Music and dispersed like dandelion seeds in the wind.

No one could explain why, but everyone felt that there was a mysterious quality about the young professor, as if his mere presence was enough to capture people’s attention.

After arriving at Juilliard, Ren He, still recovering from the physical aftermath of summiting Mount Everest and skiing down at high speed twice, retained a tranquil demeanor, causing everyone who saw him to feel that he was calm and collected.

His theories were novel yet incredibly romantic, and didn’t seem out of place because those who actually knew the details understood that if you stripped away the romantic subjectivity, his theories really made sense!

Some even joked, "I don’t know why, but I feel that if the young professor suddenly recited a poem to me, I wouldn’t be embarrassed! Because he himself is like a poem!"

This kind of praise was, indeed, quite high. Normally, if someone randomly recited a poem to you while you were eating, you’d spit out your food...

Ever since Ren He returned from Luo City to the Capital to see the snow, his spirit became clearer, and after the experience of climbing Mount Everest, his aura indeed became more distinct. Saying he was dazzling was not quite right, because he wasn’t ostentatious, yet he was incredibly eye-catching.

After Yang Xi told Ren He about this, he couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the absurdity. When had he ever become associated with poetry? He was just an ordinary person.

But the students didn’t care about his protests, and behind his back, they would say, "The poetic young professor."

It was very odd, Ren He’s status at Juilliard rose so rapidly it was almost unimaginable, and everyone felt his authority in music was substantial.

Even though he was only 16.

Of course, the bonus to his charm attributes of an extra 3 was having a huge impact, so big that Ren He himself could hardly believe it.

That very afternoon, as Ren He was preparing to leave Juilliard to head back to his apartment, Peter grabbed him and said, "Don’t go, An Si, here’s your mail!"

Ren He was puzzled. Who would send him a letter? An Si and Liu Erbao didn’t seem like the kind of people who would write letters.

But when he followed Peter to the office, he was totally stunned. Hundreds of letters were there, all addressed to the "Young Professor of Juilliard," without even a name written on them.

As he tore open a few, he was amazed. My goodness, they were love letters from American girls... how could this be...?

Ren He knew that it was normal for celebrities to receive love letters, and if he revealed his identity as Knight, he would get a lot of them. But he never thought that by teaching some piano classes here, he could enjoy celebrity treatment.

He was curious to see how these girls praised him, but if he actually began to gleefully open each one, Peter probably would think he was an idiot...

Besides, Yang Xi would not be happy about it either.

That night, when "Young Professor. To Alice" was released on the video website, it took off once more. Although the views for these two videos were far less than those of Knight’s, the young professor undoubtedly became the object of many people’s admiration.

Aside from the fans of Knight who liked sports, Ren He gained a group of fans who loved music, some of whom were genuine piano professionals or enthusiasts. They could find no fault with Ren He’s technique, skill level, or compositions; the two groups just didn’t realize that the young professor and Knight were actually the same person...

Are fans important in the realm of piano? They are important.

Take the famous Chinese pianist Lang Lang from the past life, for example. Generally speaking, a first-tier pianist’s income per concert ranged from 5,000 to 10,000 euros, whereas Lang Lang was paid a certain percentage of the box office takings. Why? Because Lang Lang had enough fans, because Lang Lang’s tickets were expensive!

In my past life, whether it was a grandmaster or a frontline pianist, everyone’s ticket was 28 euros, and these piano concert halls could only be half-filled; just a small circle in the middle barely filled up—that was the stark reality.

Some people who idolized foreign cultures thought that the musical environment abroad was better, that there were more music lovers there, and that foreign pianists made good money!

But that couldn’t be further from the truth; domestically, the environment was much better. Concerts in many places were so packed that people were cramped; it didn’t matter if they understood the music or not—they’d listen first... and there were even people selling scalped tickets!

As for Lang Lang, no matter where he played, the venue was basically full with ticket prices reaching 68 euros or even 288 euros... Now that was terrifying, for there’s no harm without comparison.

You might ask if Lang Lang truly had the level of a grandmaster. The industry’s answer was negative—he was already great, but there was still a long way to go before he reached the level of a grandmaster.

Yet he was famous!

When people asked the masters why this was, the masters would say, ’I’m quite desperate, too. What can I do?’

This highlights the power of fame, influence, and the fan economy today. Ren He’s skills had already reached the level of a grandmaster, and each of his works held an extremely high standard. Take "To Alice", for example—it was likely to soon become a piece that countless beginners would practice.

His current influence might not match Lang Lang’s, but what about the future? Who can say for sure? At least now, he had already started receiving love letters from hundreds of fans...

At this time, concert organizers had already started calling Joseph, hoping the young professor would agree to give a solo performance, as many listeners had requested. But Ren He was refusing, for music to him was merely a way to nourish his spirit and bide his time.

The future waiting for him wasn’t about performing on a brightly lit stage, but a greater one. There would be no lights, and he wouldn’t need an audience. It was the vast cliffside and sky.

Performing alone, for his own heart, he found exceptional satisfaction.

That was Ren He now. His dream, from the moment he set foot on the roof of the world, became unprecedentedly firm and resolute.

That’s when businessmen realized that this legendary, poetic-like young professor was incredibly low-profile—not like a modern person at all. He had virtually no contact information; even approaching Juilliard School of Music resulted in Joseph handling things, with Ren He either refusing to meet or not being seen at all. It was as if money and fame meant nothing to him...

Indeed, his demeanor fit the romantic definition of ’poetic’ perfectly!

Even when record companies approached Joseph wanting to record the four songs—though they had only heard two—it gave them enough confidence that the album could achieve significant sales.

But Ren He didn’t even acknowledge them. Suddenly, a sense of respect grew among the businessmen. This truly was the grandmaster’s approach—pursuing art without a care for fame or fortune!

If these businessmen knew that Qinghe Games, which was now casually earning billions a month thanks to Kunlun and Dota, was Ren He’s asset, perhaps they wouldn’t think the same way...

Did he really care about that small amount of money? It wasn’t that he considered money and fame beneath his notice; he just didn’t regard the amount as worth his time and effort...

For various reasons, the name ’poetic-like young professor’ gradually caught fire.

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Just finished with work and got home. Time to have a meal. There should be more tonight, just a little later since I’ve been pulling all-nighters for the past few days. I might not be able to make it tonight; maybe there will only be three updates. Please forgive me; I’ll do my best.