"Classmate Leng Ziyan, you will be the representative of the music appreciation class this week."
The old professor on the podium pushed up his glasses with unquestionable certainty in his tone.
Dozens of eyes in the classroom instantly focused on him, with envy, jealousy, and naturalness all mixed together.
Leng Ziyan was sitting by the window, and the sunlight shone on her through the glass, giving the clean white college-style uniform a faint halo. She raised her head. There was no expression on her face, which was known as the "music department's first love face", and she just nodded lightly.
"Okay, Professor."
The voice was clear and cold, like the snow in early winter, clean and distant.
Not one more word.
The students around me have long been used to it. Leng Ziyan, the piano goddess of the music department, always ranks first in professional courses. She is beautiful and has a good temperament. The only drawback is that she is too cold. When you talk to her, you're lucky if you get three responses out of ten.
"As expected of the iceberg goddess, I don't want to say a word more."
"She comes from a musical family, so there is always a barrier between her and us mere mortals."
"Alas, if I had half her talent and family background, I would be colder and colder than her."
