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Chapter 542

With that, they entered the phase of free-form discussions. Many teachers rose from their seats and

split off into groups of three to five. Several teachers went straight for Sylvia.

Needless to say, Thomas remained the most popular one by a wide margin. Many young female

teachers gathered around him immediately after the host laid out the itinerary. One of the teachers

asked him inquisitively, “Mr. Carter, I heard that you teach piano. What do you usually teach?”

Thomas answered blankly, “Piano.”

There was an awkward silence. Sylvia was sitting close by and heard Thomas’s curt answer, so she

glanced over.

The surrounding teachers seemed rather at a loss for words, but they refused to give up and asked him

again, “Do you only teach them piano in class? Are there any other things you teach them?”

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To this, Thomas grunted an odd response, “Hm.” The teachers were completely speechless.

Sylvia darted another look at Thomas. He was seated very gracefully and had the same distant look

both on his expression and in his eyes. Chances were that he was not interested in talking to them.

Nevertheless, the surrounding teachers refused to leave. One of them suddenly suggested, “Mr. Carter,

you must be very good at playing the piano. There’s a piano right over there. Would you mind playing a

piece for us?” “Yeah, Mr. Carter, we’d love to see you play something for us.” In time, all the seminar

attendees were drawn toward the mysterious piano teacher, perhaps because his crew of rabid fans

were being too loud and attracted attention.

Many of them looked on with anticipation, eager to see Thomas play the piano.

However, he wore a frown and still did not utter a single word.

The venue was suddenly filled with silence.

Christopher quickly sensed that something was off and remarked with an earnest smile, “Mr. Carter, it

seems like everyone wants to see you play the piano. Please do oblige us.” Thomas looked at Sylvia,

and she smiled at him. He suddenly asked her, “Do you want to hear me play too?” Sylvia did not

understand why he had to specifically ask her, but she answered with a quick nod, “Yeah,”

He abruptly rose and walked toward the grand piano set on one side of the venue. Then, he sat in front

of the piano and rested his slender, delicate fingers on top of the black and white

piano keys. Everyone held their breaths and watched him silently.

Sylvia was staring at him with a fixed look too. The first note rang across the air. The melody was

smooth and enticing, immediately drawing in the collective attention of everyone present and fully

immersing them in the music. His fingers danced effortlessly along the keys like water flowing down a

creek. The music itself was harmonious, alternating between high and low tempo, switching from a

somber mood to a cheerful waltz now and then.

The listeners felt their ears cleansed by the music. It was nothing short of wonderful.

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By the time he finished the piece, everyone was still intoxicated by the music and demanded more.

One of the teachers cheered, “Mr. Carter, let’s do an encore.”

Thomas looked at Sylvia.

Suddenly feeling his gaze on her, Sylvia froze for a moment before subconsciously looking away to

avoid his stare. Meanwhile, everyone else was cheering for an encore from Thomas the pianist.

Unfortunately, Thomas seemed less receptive than they would hope for. At last, Christopher

announced authoritatively, “Alright, Mr. Carter has entertained us enough. Let’s stop trying to get him to

play more. We have other things to get to, so let’s get back to it.”

There was a general murmur of disappointment, then everyone dispersed and went back to their

discussions

Thomas rose and walked back to his seat as well.

Sylvia kept her head bowed to avoid looking at him, but she managed to catch a glimpse of him sitting

down from the corner of her eye.

Many teachers were having different conversations and holding all sorts of discussions.

Sylvia was about to look up when she suddenly heard Thomas’s low and mellow voice say,” The song I

played was for you.” Sylvia was startled by this remark and spun around to look at him.