The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 861 - 860 Fu Yu’s Absentmindedness

Chapter 861: Chapter 860 Fu Yu’s Absentmindedness

"Huh?"

Lu Xinnuan thought she could just use it without any issues. She hadn’t considered it deeply.

She didn’t even know who the composer was, so how could she have gotten authorization?

Pu Jing didn’t plan to say much more to Lu Xinnuan, picking up the headset beside him, and gave one last reminder.

"The music festival is a grand event in the music circle, and people in the industry pay great attention to copyright. If you try to take the easy way and just use it, with so many professionals watching, I can’t save you."

"I understand, Teacher." Lu Xinnuan nodded repeatedly, scared. She didn’t dare to slack off on such an important occasion as the music festival and dig her own grave.

"Teacher, do you know who the composer of this piece is? How can I contact them?"

"I’m not quite sure of the details. If you can contact Miss Shen Yixin from the Shen family, there might still be a chance."

After saying this, Pu Jing lowered his head and continued working on the sheet music in his hand.

He didn’t plan to step in and help with anything.

After all, his relationship with Pu Huaiyin was just so-so, and they didn’t contact each other easily. It was impossible for him to use his connections just for a student like Lu Xinnuan.

Feeling a bit disappointed, Lu Xinnuan bit her lip, "Teacher, do you have Miss Shen’s contact information?"

"My family isn’t in the same faction as the Shen family, so I don’t know."

"Oh, oh."

Lu Xinnuan had selected her desired piece, but without authorization, she couldn’t perform it at the music festival.

The first and foremost task was to contact Miss Shen Yixin.

But how could she get the number of a family’s young mistress?

With heavy thoughts, Lu Xinnuan left the singing practice room. Before leaving, Pu Jing also asked her to take back the gift.

Feeling extremely low, Lu Xinnuan walked around the Beijing University campus, no longer in the previous mood.

It was the end of June now, and the school hadn’t let out for vacation yet.

As she weaved through the crowd, she suddenly spotted that familiar silhouette again.

Little uncle?

Instinctively, Lu Xinnuan immediately hid behind a big tree.

Seeing Fu Yu looking in her direction, she shrank her body nervously.

Seeing that face for the second time, Lu Xinnuan was very certain that it was indeed her little uncle Fu Yu. It was even more bizarre that she kept running into Fu Yu time and time again, what did that signify?

Lu Xinnuan knew well that she was no longer an ordinary person, as she had officially debuted on the stage of "The Voice of the Best", making her a professional singer too.

Only that her fame hadn’t skyrocketed yet, so she usually didn’t disguise herself that much.

But... just because strangers didn’t recognize her didn’t mean those relatives didn’t know, right?

Which relative in the family didn’t want to ingratiate themselves with her now?

She didn’t want to bother with how Fu Yu’s eyes got healed; she just wanted to know if Fu Yu had been stalking her all along? Otherwise, how could he coincidentally appear on her campus?

Lu Xinnuan couldn’t think of more reasons. Already troubled by the music piece, being followed by Fu Yu to campus upset her even more.

After hiding for a while, she dared to come out from behind the tree only when Fu Yu had gone far away.

She picked up her phone and called Fu Man.

"Mom, I saw your brother at Beijing University campus!"

Listening to her daughter’s furious voice, Fu Man also didn’t bother with her daughter’s sarcastic tone about her uncle, only caring to ask, "Why did he go there?"

"How would I know! Mom, make sure to explain to Aunt not to casually leak my information. If I encounter some nasty relatives, it would be very detrimental to my acting career..."

"Alright, alright, mom knows."

Fu Man quickly soothed her youngest daughter, also harboring doubts in her heart.

A person they hadn’t contacted in years suddenly appeared around them, and her youngest daughter ran into him twice. It was hard to believe it was just a coincidence.

——

Fu Yu had an appointment to meet with An Yanhui, the dean of the Beijing University Art Department.

Looking at the now freely moving and spirited man, An Yanhui said with regret and lament, "What a pity, if only it had been treated sooner."

Their expressions were natural as they spoke, their attitude familiar, clearly old acquaintances.

Fu Yu waved it off, "There’s nothing to regret."

"You call that nothing to regret? You had a talent for the piano, and I had high hopes for you during admissions, but you gave up because of your eyes..."

Due to Fu Yu being a tuner, he regularly maintained the school’s pianos, keeping contact with An Yanhui over the years.

Every time An Yanhui saw Fu Yu, he had to express such sentiment.

Surely at Qing University, professors and teachers had similar sentiments.

Casually acquainted, they continued to stay in touch over work and all felt it was a pity for Fu Yu.

Fu Yu himself didn’t feel anything about it; his mind was currently full of two things, not that concerned with his future development.

"Dean An, I came this time also to ask if you could help me with something."

"Tell me, your matters are as good as done."

Fu Yu chuckled, "Do you know anyone named Mi Lu?"

"..."

An Yanhui was suddenly at a loss for words, "You’ve stumped me with this. Not many people know the name Mi Lu, and given how mysterious he is, I’m not sure. But, I will keep an ear out and ask around for you."

Fu Yu knew it wouldn’t be easy to find out Mi Lu’s identity, so he nodded. His attention was suddenly caught by the delicate stack of envelopes piled on An Yanhui’s desk.

"Admission notices?" Fu Yu casually picked up one of the envelopes.

"Yes, brought over by the admissions office for verification."

As Fu Yu placed the envelope back, his gaze was suddenly drawn to the second envelope.

He stared at the name "Lu Xinnuan" on the envelope for a long while before a vague face emerged in his mind.

"Fu Yu, you know her?"

Fu Yu collected himself, smiled lightly, "I was just randomly browsing."

An Yanhui didn’t quite believe it, and kept the name in mind.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door, and An Yanhui promptly stood, "It should be a teacher from the history department, didn’t you have something you wanted him to look at?"

The history department at Beijing University was nationally renowned.

Thus, Fu Yu had specially come over.

Fu Yu followed to greet them, the three of them exchanging pleasantries.

"Mr. Fu, what would you like me to look at?" asked the history department teacher.

From his pocket, Fu Yu carefully took out a fountain pen. The pen looked very old, the model classic, encased by Fu Yu in a resealable bag, preserving it from further wear.

He handed it over, solemnly, "Teacher, please help me examine the pattern on this pen. I am not familiar with it, but it seems like the emblem of some organization..."

The history department teacher examined the pen in detail, adjusting his glasses, and pondered for a long while.

"The pen is just an ordinary fountain pen, but the key lies in the pattern. If I’m not mistaken, it seems to be the old emblem of the Jinjing Life Sciences Institute..."

"Are you sure?" Fu Yu asked anxiously.

The history teacher immediately took out his phone and searched online, "See, isn’t it this one? But this is an outdated emblem and hasn’t been used for years; it’s normal for you not to know it."

The teacher sighed, "Mr. Fu, it’s quite something that you still have a pen from so many years ago. These are old items indeed!"

"Life Science Institute..."

Fu Yu kept murmuring the name, standing still on the spot, momentarily lost in thought.