Yi Cheng wrote a solution.

A row of numbers appeared on the blackboard.

Professor Sheng watched silently, then picked up the chalk and divided the beats and notes for him.

After Professor Sheng's polishing, the numbers on the blackboard became a musical score.

Those who know the simple score hum silently in their hearts.

Sheng Yunxi laughed happily.

"It's amazing."

She looked sideways at Yi Cheng and asked again, "You really don't know how to music?" ”

Yi Cheng shook his head.

Everyone gasped.

If it weren't for Professor Sheng's explanation just now, they wouldn't have believed in such a thing as writing music with mathematics.

How can a music idiot write a tune with a pen?

But—

Now they are still skeptical of the music written in mathematics.

It's not just a patchwork of numbers, and the sound that comes out is terrible, right?

“May I？”

Sheng Yunxi raised the Benoit Roland bow in his hand to Yi Cheng, and signaled if she could play the song written by Yi Cheng.

“Sure”

Yi Cheng nodded.

Although he still has a little bit of a weak heart.

Theoretically, the formula he just listed is perfectly in line with the rules of rhythm, including the twelve equal temperaments, harmonic intervals, and so on.

And theoretically, the mathematically deduced music is rigorous and beautiful.

Perfect in mathematical form.

However, this is still theoretical.

As for the final effect, he was not sure at all.

In his opinion, it was just a question full of mathematical beauty.

Is it possible that, as Professor Sheng said before, mathematics and music are aesthetically connected?

This will have to wait to be verified.

Sheng Yunxi's performance is undoubtedly a good way to verify.

……

Everyone returned to their respective seats and listened to Sheng Yunxi's performance-

"Huh? How did you end up here?! ”

When Yi Cheng saw Gong Sinan sitting upright at their table, his eyes were about to fall out.

"Ahem, no, it's too cold."

Gong Sinan raised his head and looked at him dissatisfied, "I'm so hungry that I can't stand it." ”

When several girls heard what she said, they each looked at Yi Cheng dissatisfied.

The aunt covered her mouth, and her brain spun rapidly.

It's over, she recognizes Gong Sinan.

But no one else knows it.

It's messy enough—

Why is Gong Sinan here?!

"emm......" Yi Cheng's voice dragged on and laughed awkwardly, "Let me introduce you to you, my classmate-Gong Sinan." ”

Hey?

Xiaobai looked at him in surprise.

"Which class is it, why haven't I seen it?"

"Ahem, the school next door." Yi Cheng hurriedly covered up, "There are so many people, where do you know them?" ”

"And how did you meet?" Bai Jingxue didn't believe his words at all.

"Well, this one, it's my friend's daughter."

Auntie hurriedly made a round.

Several other girls turned their gaze to her.

"Ahaha, it's indeed my friend's daughter, I'm a sophomore in high school this year, and sometimes I come to the house to ask Xiao Chengcheng some math problems."

Although judging from Bai Jingxue's judgment of Shen Leyin, her words are not to be believed, but since she has said so, she is not good to suspect anything.

"Oh, I see."

Yan Ziqi smiled politely and stretched out his right hand to Gong Sinan.

"My name is Yan Ziqi, and I'm a friend of Yi Cheng."

"Hmm......"

Before the food in Gong Sinan's mouth was finished, she put the prawns back on the plate.

Then he wiped his right hand on his clothes.

Ale?!

Auntie suddenly had an illusion, why did Gong Sinan seem to have seen this T-shirt somewhere?

Gong Sinan wiped his right hand clean and shook the other people one by one.

"Hello, I'm Bai Jingxue."

"Li Anruo."

"Mo ...... We've met, so we don't need to say hello, right? ”

The goddess of literature refused Gong Sinan's handshake.

The group returned to their chairs and sat down.

The position is still the same as before, but Gong Sinan is inserted in the middle of Bai Jingxue and Mo Xiaotian.

Neither of them looked very happy.

It was at this moment that the beautiful sound of a violin sounded on the stage.

"Wow...... No way? ”

An exclamation rang out below.

"The music written in mathematics is not as ugly as I thought."

"Me too, I thought it would be like pulling a wood saw."

"You don't want to see who plays?"

"Hehe, did you know Sheng Yunxi before, didn't you introduce it to the host just now?"

“emm…… I know it now. And I'm going to blow her up when I go back! ”

"What do you say? You repeat?! ”

……

After the prelude to this piece passed, everyone slowly forgot the rhythm of the original piece.

The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, tactful and meandering.

Good is good.

But I don't know why, I always feel that something is missing.

But the audience couldn't figure out what was wrong.

After pulling for a short while, Sheng Yunxi stopped.

She frowned, silently thinking about something.

"Hey, is it over?"

"Sure enough, where can you hear a song written in math?"

"yes, that's the average level."

"It's not easy, it's medium at least, it sounds pretty comfortable, although it's not that shocking."

……

“emm……”

Yi Cheng frowned and remained silent.

Looks like that's the limit, right?

Sure enough, it only works theoretically, after all, he is not a musical genius, and it is impossible to write moving tunes at once.

What mathematics can do is ensure theoretical perfection.

So much for.

"I'm sorry. Please wait a moment. ”

Sheng Yunxi bowed deeply to everyone on the stage, and then silently walked to the staff.

After a while, in the puzzled eyes of everyone—

Sheng Yunxi walked up with a cello in his arms.

At the same time, the hotel staff moved a chair for her.

She didn't wear leggings today, so she was careful when she sat down.

Sheng Yunxi took a deep breath and put the cello between his feet.

"Isn't it? A violinist wants to play the cello? ”

"You know what? Orchestral music is universal, and it is very fast to learn cello from violin, not to mention that people are famous musicians. ”

"Oh, you're right. But why change the instrument? ”

“emmm…… I don't understand this either. It stands to reason that it will be better to play what you are good at. ”

"There's only one reason to change instruments...... Timbre. ”

……

As Sheng Yunxi's bow pressed against the strings, a low and tactful voice rang out.

"Wow......"

The crowd was amazed again.

This time it felt completely different.

The music written by Yi Cheng seems to have been injected into the soul.

If the violin is a beautiful goddess, she pours out her love with a magnetic voice.

So the cello now is like a twilight beauty, sitting on a bench by the sea, facing the sunset, telling the once beautiful and passing youth.

Perhaps, there is still a young love in her youth that she can never go back to and can never find.

In contrast, the cello has more desolation, romance and an endless sense of time and space.

It was at this point that people finally understood-

"My mom, that's too nice, isn't it?"

"you, who's throwing a stone in my eye?"

"Woooooooooo......oo I remembered my neighbor when I was a kid......"

"There was once a boy...... He didn't read my heart......"

……

The goddess descends to the dreamland