Mary smiles, she always keeps it clean, but she doesn't know exactly what the condition of the piano is, she just strums it from time to time, just to make sure it's okay, she prefers to play the violin to the piano, then Luan adjusts the stool to sit on, it looks firm, he slowly strokes the piano keys, He decides at the moment to opt for a classic, since he intended to rehearse his music alone and not with people watching, he chooses Chopin, and a more cheerful melody, Luan executes with great mastery, After all, the piano is the instrument he's most proficient on. He likes the violin, but due to a certain trauma, he stopped playing it very often and started to dedicate himself more to the piano, and the keyboard is his current favorite instrument. 6 more minutes pass, and he manages to play a melody completely, It's pleasant to listen to, and Luan feels happy to be playing it. When it's over, the girls applaud him, he looks at his watch, because he knows he has to go to his grandmother Han's house to train with his cousin, who barely looks at him. He sighs deeply and gets up from the stool, and says goodbye to the girls:

"Well, thank you, I have to go, sorry for the inconvenience."

Mary rolls her eyes, watching him go and says:

"Wait, aren't you going to wait for what I have to say about it?"

Luan stops, and in fact he knows she has something to say and interrupts her:

"All right, I'll be scheduling it like you said, I have to go."

Mary goes after Luan, pulls him by the arm and says:

"At least listen to what I have to say, I know I'm sounding annoying, but I'm sticking to what I said, you're free to come at any time you want, so let it be according to what's on the schedule, without affecting another student's timetable."

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Luan nods, she seems in a hurry now, he just says:

"Okay, thanks, but I really need to go now, could you let go of my arm?

Mary sees that she is holding his arm, squeezing it tightly, she quickly releases it, and says goodbye, Lena is still in a trance, she seems to have seen an angel, but she doesn't know that he is the opposite of that, after all he is a demi-human.

Derick, who is at the door listening, sees when Luan gets up and leaves, before Luan sees him, he thinks as he walks:

(For a troublemaker, I'm surprised he knows how to play instruments, it seems he doesn't just live to pick fights).

Luan quickly leaves the music room, and knows that it's too late for his training, he should already be on his way, Derick is saying goodbye to his colleagues, and notices Luan passing him, but Luan has a serious face, unlike his normal one, which is always laughing and making jokes, Luan notices that Derick is looking at him and looks in his direction, their gazes cross and it seems like sparks are going to come out, Derick disguises it, looking the other way, he picks up his backpack and heads for the school's exit gate, the driver is already waiting for him, along with his grandfather Han, Luan follows him to the exit gate before he picks up his bicycle which is tied up in the area reserved for bicycles, Derick gets into the car, he even waits for Luan, but he walks straight past with his bicycle and continues on his way to Grandpa Han's house, Derick slams the car door angrily and says:

"What an idiot, I even left the door open for him to get in...he rode straight past!"

Grandpa Han is sitting next to him, calms him down and says:

"Derick, leave the boy alone, he'd rather go to his bike training, that way he'll warm up, you should keep him company."

Derick grumbles:

"No way, I'm leaving with him, let him go alone."

Grandpa scratches her moustache and scolds him:

"Derick, be patient, you need to get along with him, he's your cousin, it's all new to him, it's not so easy having to adapt to new environments, new languages, and especially being with people he doesn't remember, we're the family he has left, but at the same time we're strangers to him."

Derick takes a deep breath and asks:

"Does he really not remember us, or does he pretend he doesn't?"

Grandpa Han sighs deeply and says:

"Pff, he really doesn't remember, his memory has been erased, or rather something is depriving him of the memories of his childhood."

Derick doesn't understand why she said "something", but he notices his grandmother's silence and prefers to leave this question for another time.