Mocked for Being Blind, I Made the School Beauty Regret It Forever - Chapter 4

The lead singer and guitarist carried the electronic keyboard onto the stage, while Chen An followed behind, holding a white cane.

The sight of him walking like this clearly marked him as blind.

The surrounding crowd instantly lost interest.

A blind man playing the piano? What kind of joke was that?

What could a blind man possibly play? He probably didn’t even know where the keys were.

Let’s go, let’s go.

As Chen An sat down, a third of the audience immediately left.

The remaining people were merely curious about what kind of performance a blind man could deliver.

Whispers spread through the crowd.

“A blind man playing the piano—never heard of that before.”

“What kind of music can a blind man even play? I wonder what those people on stage were thinking.”

“Yeah, this is just ruining their own reputation.”

“I’m ready—if this blind guy plays badly, I’m throwing the vegetables I just bought at him.”

“This is interesting. Anyone else? Count me in.”

Luo Shiyu stood at the front of the crowd, the mocking and disdainful voices of the passersby reaching her ears.

Beneath her half-bangs, her eyes burned with anger.

What kind of people were these? If they dared to throw anything, she—a black belt in taekwondo—would make sure they regretted it.

But at this moment, her gaze remained fixed on Chen An. Her mind flashed back to the afternoon in the piano room when he had played “Fairy Tale.”

She bit her lip lightly. These people probably wouldn’t even get the chance.

On stage, Chen An sat before the piano, his unfocused eyes staring ahead.

At this moment, he was in darkness—yet also bathed in light.

His fingers touched the keys, and a melodious sound instantly filled the air.

With master-level skill, Chen An’s playing was nothing short of mesmerizing.

In an instant, the entire audience fell silent, their faces filled with disbelief.

A blind man—how could he play so beautifully? The music was so enchanting that they were immediately drawn in.

Behind the stage, the four band members watched Chen An with complex expressions.

As musicians, they knew how much time and effort it took for an ordinary person to reach such a level of piano mastery.

And yet, this was a blind man.

Damn, this guy was incredible.

“If I could see,

I could easily tell day from night.

I could find you in the crowd

And hold your hand~“

With masterful piano skills and a voice worthy of a singing king, Chen An became a tear-inducing force.

His magnetic voice carried a deep sense of storytelling, and the moment he sang, everyone felt their noses sting.

“If I could see,

I could drive you anywhere you’d like to go.

I could surprise you from behind

With a warm embrace~“

By the second verse, the audience could no longer hold back their emotions—especially Luo Shiyu, whose heart ached with guilt as she bowed her head in remorse for what she had done.

“The black before me isn’t black,

The white you speak of—what kind of white is it?

The sky blue people talk about

Is the blue behind the white clouds in my memory.

I look toward your face,

But all I see is emptiness.

Did God draw a curtain over my eyes

And forget to lift it?”

The piano resonated, and the raw emotion in his voice—filled with frustration and longing for light—left the audience with reddened eyes.

“I was wrong. I’m a terrible person. How could I ever think of bullying a blind man?”

“Wuwuwu, this song is so beautiful. What’s this guy’s name? I’m his fan from now on.”

“It’s so tragic. He can’t see anything, yet he writes lyrics that strike straight to the heart.”

“These lyrics make me want to kneel in admiration.”

“What caused this young man to lose his sight? Is there any chance for recovery?”

The audience members bowed their heads, whispering through tears. Faced with such singing, every one of them felt ashamed of their previous behavior.

The piano music continued, now reaching its climax.

“You are my eyes,

Leading me through the changing seasons.

You are my eyes,

Guiding me through crowded streets.

You are my eyes,

Helping me read vast oceans of books~“

The earlier calmness seemed like preparation for this explosive climax, which delivered an overwhelming impact.

Everyone simultaneously raised their heads, using their sighted eyes to watch the blind singer on stage delivering these soul-piercing lyrics.

Every word expressed Chen An’s thoughts—his longing for light that remained unfulfilled.

Surrounded by desolate darkness, would there be a pair of eyes to guide him forward?

Luo Shiyu had already become a tearful mess. Sensitive by nature, she had nearly broken down when hearing “Fairytale,” and now this song had completely conquered her.

It was hard to imagine how helpless and lonely a blind person must feel in this crowded world.

If there were a pair of eyes, perhaps they could become the only light in his world.

You are my eyes—I want to be your eyes.

Unaware of the audience’s reaction, Chen An’s singing reached its final verse.

“Because you are my eyes,

Letting me see the world,

Right before me.”

The singing stopped, and the piano music concluded with the final notes.

“Chen An, I want to be your eyes!” Luo Shiyu shouted from the audience.

Though her voice was drowned out by the surrounding noise, it didn’t matter—her resolution was firm.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or maybe hormonal impulse.

Chen An sat quietly, pleased to hear the system notification of mission completion in his ear.

Random reward: Master-level guitar skills, the song “Someone Like Me.”

He shook his head—still not what he wanted.

When would he finally receive the reward to restore his sight?

The road ahead was long.

“Little Chen An, you played so well, sang so beautifully,” a pair of hands patted his shoulder.

From the voice, it was Li-jie.

“Thank you, Sister Li.” Chen An stood up, taking his white cane as he headed backstage.

The four band members watched his retreating figure with complex expressions.

No one could have imagined that the blind boy who cleaned their instruments and served them tea possessed such talent.

One song had nearly brought them to their knees, erasing all their previous disdain.

Backstage, Chen An continued cleaning instruments, unaware of a graceful figure approaching him.

After polishing a guitar, he stood up and groped his way toward another instrument.

Unseen by him, a cable lay across the floor—Chen An tripped and began to fall.

“Careful!” Luo Shiyu quickly reached out to steady him.

Startled, Chen An suddenly found his face buried in something soft, almost suffocating him.

Luo Shiyu realized belatedly. When she noticed the strange sensation on her chest, her face instantly flushed crimson, and she hurriedly helped Chen An up.

“Thank you.” Taking several deep breaths, Chen An finally spoke shyly.

“It’s–it’s nothing.” Looking at him, Luo Shiyu replied softly.

“Ah, Bodhisattva, how is it you?”