txolops Chapter 114 Psyduck Theme Song
Chapter 114 Psyduck Theme Song
"I bet everyone's still in get out of class by now."
With nothing to do and his mind in a dormant, blank state, Su Hao changed into some light clothing...
Strolling along the sun-drenched tree-lined path, with the leisurely pace of an old man walking his bird, I headed towards the music room.
Recalling his time in the hospital, Su Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly.
To prevent him from going "mad" again, no one was willing to give him a single book!
I have no idea what kind of insane agreement those adults reached in private, that they wouldn't even give him a professional book to pass the time.
This forced the dignified terminator of the Four Color Theorem to spend his days shuffling around in slippers, snatching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf toys from other children in hospital beds!
Later, feeling increasingly frustrated and with nowhere to vent the jumping numbers and symbols in his mind, he turned his attention to the piano.
He shamelessly begged a nurse for a sketchbook, and with his terrifying memory and spatial awareness, he accurately drew a piano keyboard in it at a 1:1 scale.
All that's left is to do countless extremely tedious and crazy practice sessions in your mind.
Walking through the dappled shadows of the trees, Su Hao pushed open the door to the music room.
"Squeak—"
A cool breeze, carrying the faint smell of chalk dust from a place where the sun rarely shines, wafted over instantly—the familiar, school-specific scent.
"Smack."
Press the switch on the wall, and the grand piano, standing quietly in the center, shimmers with a deep and captivating luster like black waves under the incandescent light.
Su Hao walked to the piano bench, sat down, unzipped his backpack, and took out the "sketching keyboard" he had brought back from the hospital, which was covered in fingerprints.
When he was so bored sitting on the hospital bed that he felt like he was going to rot, he used this extremely simple "paper piano" to practice his fingering all day long like a madman.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to hover his hands over the actual piano keys, following the image he had conjured up countless times in his mind.
The thumb falls very gently, pressing down a "Do".
bite--.
The clear, crisp sound of the piano resonated throughout the empty classroom.
Immediately afterwards, the left hand pressed Do-Sol with extreme precision, while the right hand simultaneously responded with Mi-Re-Do.
He had practiced finger movements thousands of times on that sketch paper, each contraction and relaxation of muscle memory...
Finally, at this moment, I received real and wonderful physical feedback!
In the first couple of sections, the connection between the bones and the keys was still a little awkward.
But just a few seconds later, his brain quickly completed the parameter calibration from "paper simulation" to "physical operation", and soon he got into the swing of things and started to work smoothly.
Of course, the piano textbooks he had previously looked through in the library were now automatically flipping through his mind, playing a crucial underlying role.
Since that day when it completed that earth-shattering proof, Psyduck, which resides in the mental world, has been very quiet.
But Su Hao knew very well that it had not completely disappeared.
The "hunger for knowledge" that had once tormented his nerves was merely temporarily satisfied and dormant after he had absorbed the Four Color Theorem.
It seems that for the foreseeable future, as long as we avoid those taboo, century-old problems...
Life should be able to return to its normal rhythm, and there shouldn't be any more unexpected incidents that land people in the hospital.
The theme song that flows slowly from your fingertips is Psyduck's own theme song.
This is an extremely gloomy piece of music, as if it could drag one's soul into an abyss.
Psyduck has an almost pathological obsession with piano sonatas.
I especially love the kind of slow movement where the left hand maintains a low and repetitive pattern, like the footsteps of death, as the base.
The melody on the right hand, however, must emerge slowly from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, like peeling away layers of an onion, amidst this suffocating sense of oppression.
The bass line descends step by step, each low note striking the heart, as if laying a staircase leading to the abyss in endless darkness.
The main theme follows behind, unhurriedly and ghost-like, echoing and echoing it.
"A close call with a fall!"
It gives people a feeling of eeriness and oppression.
As Su Hao played the piano, he wondered if this was the suffocating image that appeared in Psyduck's mind as it continued to fall into the deepest part of its subconscious.
Then, the tone of the music suddenly changed. In order to pursue even the faintest light, the melody broke the silence and began to climb violently, like frantically climbing a cliff with bare hands!
"Huh? You played pretty well!"
A cold, clear voice suddenly came from behind.
Su Hao paused in his actions, turned around, and found that Han Dong had silently stood at the door at some point.
This girl was unusual today; she tied her hair up in a neat single ponytail and wasn't wearing her usual leather shoes, but rather a pair of sneakers.
Perhaps because she had just jogged all the way here, she was still a little out of breath.
Han Dong, feigning an arrogant air of "I just happened to be passing by, I definitely didn't come looking for you on purpose," swaggered into the classroom and casually tossed his backpack onto the chair next to him with a "bang."
Su Hao stood up and thanked her very sincerely.
"The CD you lent me before really helped me a lot."
They helped me stay calm during that time.
I owe you so many favors, so please don't hesitate to ask if you ever need my help in the future.
Han Dong glanced at Su Hao's serious expression, rolled her eyes at him, but a slight smile appeared on her lips.
"I heard that you solved that coloring problem that supposedly stumped countless top mathematicians? I even saw it on the news."
As for favors, that's a small matter. I'll put it on your tab for now, because I'll always need your genius someday.
Never mind all that, sit down and keep playing. I haven't had enough yet.
As he spoke, Han Dong stepped forward and naturally reached out to gently press Su Hao's wrist, helping him adjust the angle of his touchpad and correcting his posture.
Su Hao took a deep breath, readjusted his breathing, and focused his attention back on the black and white piano keys, playing the extremely gloomy "Psyduck Theme Song" once again.
"This is... a piano sonata? You wrote it yourself?"
Han Dong listened intently for a while, then raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Hmm!" Su Hao nodded.
"That sounds pretty cool."
Didn't you explain to me before that if someone has extremely high musical talent, their mathematical logic is usually not bad either?
It seems the reverse also applies to you.
At least your independence with both hands is already quite perfect; it's almost unbelievable for a beginner.
As a professional, Han Dong naturally understands the ins and outs of this.
To completely separate the movements of both hands on the piano keys, allowing them to perform their respective functions without interfering with each other, the left and right hemispheres of the brain must undergo high-frequency alternating signal transmission.
This is a disaster for the average beginner.
But for Su Hao, who was used to simultaneously modeling multi-dimensional spaces in his mind, the difficulty was as natural as breathing.
"Yeah?"
"Nonsense, of course! You have no idea how many piano students get stuck on the step of practicing with both hands simultaneously, practicing until they cry but still can't get it right."
Although I know nothing about your scribbled math, I really love this piece of music you wrote.
"Oh? I never expected you to give such a high evaluation."
Su Hao was genuinely surprised.
He always felt that the piece Psyduck composed sounded like a vengeful ghost crawling out of a coffin and singing...
It's so dark and gloomy, how could anyone like it?
"Because its theme is extremely distinct, even possessing a morbid beauty!"
Han Dong's eyes lit up, and she radiated light when talking about her professional field.
"Look, the left hand, like a clockwork spring, maintains an almost cold rhythm with precision and mechanical precision;
Above that, the melody in the right hand seems to have a life of its own, undergoing subtle changes and struggles.
This technique of layering variations on a fixed bass note is a very typical Baroque style of passacaglia and chaconne!
Honestly, I even heard a hint of Bach's fatalistic spirit in it.
Su Hao stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at Han Dong.
What the hell!
That's incredible hearing!
Because every technical term Han Dong just mentioned is precisely the core underlying structure that Psyduck referenced when constructing this piece in its mind!
She actually understood everything!
"You can analyze the underlying structure so clearly just by listening... You're amazing."
Su Hao exclaimed sincerely, his eyes shining with respect for the professional.
The praise was extremely pleasing to Han Dong, and he couldn't help but smile wildly. He was very satisfied with Su Hao's "never seen the world" look of admiration.
"What is this? And its harmonic progression..."
Beneath such a rigorous framework lies a touch of romantic madness, as if breaking free from some kind of constraint.
This piece is so catchy, it's incredibly logical yet full of tension.
However, this piece sounds like a half-finished product; it probably hasn't been written yet.
I'm warning you, once it's completely finished, remember to let me know first!
"I want to try playing it on a Steinway myself!"
Han Dong secretly glanced at the clock on the wall.
In fact, the minute hand had already exceeded the time she had reserved for her private practice room.
But a very self-deceptive, Ah Q-like thought quickly flashed through her mind:
So what if it goes over time? Anyway, we're discussing musical structure with this guy, so rounding it up or down is kind of like practicing!