Mocked for Being Blind, I Made the School Beauty Regret It Forever - Chapter 3

Several times, Luo Shiyu nearly rushed out to confront those insulting Chen An.

He’s blind—are you all blind too?

But remembering how she had pushed him just an hour ago, she instantly felt guilty again.

This sense of remorse would likely haunt her for a long time.

Yet how could she make it up to him?

What else could she do but offer herself?

At this thought, Luo Shiyu’s face flushed, and she silently scolded herself for being shameless.

Though the guy was tall and lean with delicate features, it was such a pity—he was blind.

Without that flaw, he’d probably be school heart throb material.

And how could she possibly date a blind guy? Even if she agreed, her family would never allow it.

Still, for a blind person to play piano at that level—he was clearly a musical genius.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Chen An had already reached his destination: a plaza outside a shopping mall near campus.

It was past six in the evening, so the square was unusually crowded with people out for a stroll.

A band of three men and one woman was performing a popular hit on the plaza, drawing a sizable audience.

Chen An followed the sound and made his way into the crowd.

Watching him squeeze through the throng, Luo Shiyu frowned.

Did he come all this way just to watch the show?

Wait—he couldn’t see. Was he here to listen?

Ignoring yet another passerby asking for her number, she hurried over.

By the time she pushed to the front, Chen An was already beside the band, handing them water and wiping down their instruments during their break.

“Hey, little blind guy, why so late today?” one of the female band members teased, her smile laced with mockery.

“Got held up at school,” Chen An replied, polishing the electronic piano with a cloth.

This was the only job that would hire him.

Everywhere else turned him away for being blind.

The band performed here three times a week.

His job was simple: clean their instruments and fetch water during breaks, and they’d pay him fifty yuan afterward.

It wasn’t much, but for an orphan like him, this was his sole income.

As he wiped the keys, his fingers brushed against a few.

The notes sounded off—instantly noticeable to someone with master-level piano skills.

“Sister Li, your piano is out of tune,” he said, tapping the three problematic keys.

“Out of tune?” Li-jie blinked, then laughed. “Impossible. It’s an electronic keyboard—it doesn’t go out of tune.”

“No, a component’s loose,” Chen An insisted after testing the keys again.

His mastery didn’t just cover playing; he knew piano mechanics inside out.

Those few taps were enough to diagnose the issue.

Upon hearing Chen An’s words, Li-jie and the other band members were skeptical.

Forget whether he actually knew anything about electronic keyboards—as a blind person, he probably didn’t even know what the instrument looked like.

Moreover, none of them had noticed anything wrong with the sound.

This guy must be pretending to know what he was talking about, just spouting nonsense.

Chen An couldn’t see, so he had no idea about their doubtful expressions. He simply trusted his own judgment.

He reached out, running his hands over the keyboard as he carefully examined it.

The band members shook their heads at the sight.

“Alright, alright, let’s move on to the next song,” the lead singer waved dismissively, signaling Li-jie to shoo him away.

The crowd below the stage was growing, and he didn’t want this blind guy delaying their performance.

Li-jie nodded, set down her water bottle, and walked toward Chen An.

“Hey, kid, move aside. We’re starting,” Li-jie said impatiently.

They had only let him help out of pity, and teasing a blind guy during breaks had been amusing.

But if he got in the way of their performance, he wouldn’t be invited back after this gig.

“Wait, just a moment,” Chen An replied.

Li-jie frowned and was about to pull him aside when Chen An suddenly stood up.

He stretched out his hands and played a few notes on the keyboard.

After about ten seconds, he nodded. “It’s fixed, Sister Li.”

But no one responded. Puzzled, he called out again, “Sister Li?”

“Ah…” Li-jie snapped out of her daze, her expression complicated.

The passage Chen An had just played—its tone was indeed different from before.

The notes were crisper, clearer. The tuning really had been off.

But that wasn’t what shocked her. What stunned her was how effortlessly Chen An had played that segment.

She had never heard it before. Though it lasted only a few seconds, the melancholy in the melody pierced straight through her heart.

The other band members turned to look as well, having heard Chen An’s brief performance.

Their astonishment was no less than Li-jie’s.

A blind guy not only played flawlessly but also made it sound breathtaking.

Most importantly, none of them had ever heard that piece before.

“Kid… did you write that just now?” Li-jie asked, her gaze complicated.

Chen An hesitated, then nodded. The system had given it to him, so it might as well be his.

“What’s it called?” the guitarist asked eagerly.

“It’s a song—’You Are My Eyes’.” Chen An replied.

Hearing the title, the four band members froze, their eyes flickering toward his sightless ones.

“Little… Chen An, do you want to sing it?” the lead singer suddenly asked, stepping closer.

For some reason, the song’s name stirred a pang of sorrow in him. This kid, who looked years younger than them, must have suffered a lot.

“I…” Chen An was about to refuse when a voice abruptly rang in his mind.

[Ding! Side quest activated: Sign in by performing a song on this stage. Reward: Random prize upon completion.]

Chen An blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected a side quest to pop up.

No way he’d turn down free rewards.

“Alright,” he agreed with a nod.

By now, a sizable crowd had gathered below the stage, drawn by the commotion.

Luo Shiyu was among them. When they saw the band’s lead singer and guitarist carrying out an electronic keyboard, followed by a blind man holding a white cane, everyone froze in shock.

“What the hell? Did the band performance turn into a blind man’s show?”