Chapter 40 Unparalleled Genius
He took off his mask and casually placed it on the table.
Myron stood tall, with a handsome and distinctively angular face that appeared somewhat softened under the overhead lights.
"You brat, it's been so many years, and you've become even more handsome!"
Vincenzo patted his arm, his mouth curved into a proud smile.
"By the way, you used to always avoid me
"Oh, you won't now, will you?"
"This old bones of mine will be on stage for the last time, and as my only student, you have to bring me some glory!"
Myron wrinkled his brow, his eyes showing a hint of complexity.
"Alright, but I have a request."
Vincenzo knew Myron's temperament well and reached back to take out a silver mask.
"Here, I had it custom-made for you."
In the past, whenever Myron attended various events, he never revealed his name.
Every time he appeared, he would wear a mask to cover half of his face.
Vincenzo had seen low-key individuals before, but never this low-key!
"Thank you."
Myron reached out to take it.
The two sat face to face, and Vincenzo sighed, filled with some regret.
"In my lifetime, I have encountered two geniuses, but unfortunately... neither of you were interested in becoming my disciples."
"I know; you are willing to call me 'teacher' out of respect for my age."
"Not like that girl, who always calls me an old man whenever she sees me, without any manners."
Vincenzo 's words were reproachful, yet his face carried a deep sense of doting and cherish.
"It's just a pity that she, like you, possesses great talent but doesn't put in the effort. We've lost two good seeds..."
Vincenzo 's eyes slightly reddened.
Myron followed up with a question, "You're referring to?"
When Luann was mentioned, Vincenzo 's eyes lit up.
"She is a girl a few years younger than you."
"When she was five, she held a solo music concert in England. That was the first time I saw her..."
That little delicate girl should have been nestled in her parents' arms, a perfect little doll.
But she sat upright at the piano, tying her hair into pigtails, lips pursed tightly, playing the piece with great seriousness.
After the performance, he immediately rushed over.
He wanted to find Luann's family to discuss, but couldn't locate her guardian for half a day.
In the end, Luann looked at him for a long time before she, with a childish voice, asked him in fluent English, "What do you want?"
Vincenzo was stunned for a moment, immediately revealing his identity, hoping she would become his student.
But when Luann, who was only knee-high, observed him from head to toe, pouted her red lips, and wore an unhappy expression.
"Old man, do you look down on me?"
Vincenzo was taken aback.
"No, I don't look down on you!"
Luann snorted and crossed her arms.
"I won't become your student."
"Why? Many people are begging me to take them in."
"Because I want to rely on my own abilities."
At the time, Norman didn't insist and left with a smile.
Later, Luann truly proved herself and surpassed his expectations time and time again.
"When she was eight years old, she entered the music school with the first place score."
"When she was twelve, she successfully performed Chopin's 24 pieces in the largest music hall in England."
"That year, she was admitted to a famous music school in France in an exceptional manner and studied there for two years."
Listening to this person's brilliant achievements, even Myron couldn't help but be slightly amazed.
Such a person could truly be called a genius of the ages!
You couldn't find one or two like her anywhere in the world!
"Why have I never heard of this person?"
Vincenzo shrugged and took a bite of the pastry on the table.
"That's because she had never intended to continue developing in this circle. There are people supporting her from behind, and no information leaked out. Anyone who has seen her performance wouldn't dare to speak, and no one would report it."
"Otherwise, she would have already made headlines and shocked the world."
Myron nodded lightly.
Vincenzo laughed, and his mustache on his lips trembled.
"So, are you interested in her?"
A sense of unease flashed through Myron's mind, and he looked at the old man in front of him with a creepy smile, his mouth twitching.
"What do you mean?"
Vincenzo scrutinized him with his eyes, circling around him several times.
As if contemplating the weight of the pork on a chopping board.
"Vincenzo said: “You and that girl, I've watched you grow up together."
"I think you two are quite compatible. Why not... give it a try?"
Myron's brows furrowed instantly, and he stepped back two steps with vigilance, his voice immediately dropping several degrees.
"No, I'm already married."
Vincenzo 's eyes widened like brass bells.
"What?"
"You're married?"
"Who is it?"
"Is it a man or a woman?"
Myron looked at him quietly, with a hint of storm and helplessness in his eyes.
"Cough cough, don't misunderstand, why haven't you had a woman by your side all these years..."
"You brat, you got married so suddenly! You didn't even tell your teacher?"
Vincenzo pouted and glared, clearly angry.
"How's your relationship?"
"If it's not good, just get a divorce!"
"My daughter is beautiful and intelligent, and most importantly, she shares your interests!"
Thinking of playing the piano, Myron thought of his little wife at home.
His thin lips curled up slightly, and his voice was soft but firm.
"No, I really love my wife."
Vincenzo shook his head disappointedly, but didn't insist.
"Alright, alright, I'm just telling you in advance.
"Oh, the girl will also come today."
"At that time, both of you will go on stage together and give me a good performance."
Without thinking, Myron immediately and decisively refused.
"No."
"Why?! Are you intentionally trying to ruin my show?" Vincenzo 's hand slammed on the table.
"I prefer to perform solo. I don't like performing with someone else." Myron's thin lips turned up, his words lacking warmth.
Even if Luann is not here to watch, he should have some self-awareness and not have unnecessary interactions with other women.
Moreover, Vincenzo still harbors the idea of matchmaking them.
"You...you!"
Surprisingly, Vincenzo was left speechless by him, unable to say a word for a while.
The two of them remained silent for about ten minutes, neither of them speaking first.
In the end, it was Vincenzo who gave in first, shoulders slumped, seeming to age ten years in an instant.
"Forget it, do as you please."
Myron mumbled an agreement and was about to go change, but then he saw a blond man walking in from outside.
"Miss Luann has arrived."
Vincenzo 's dim eyes suddenly brightened, his face filled with excitement.
"Hurry, hurry, bring her in!"
"Kid! This is the girl I told you about, Luann!"
Myron froze in place.
Before he could turn around, he heard a familiar laughter from behind.
"Old man, there was some traffic on the way, so I arrived late."
