The lody shifts, sotis like a gentle breeze, sotis like the morning sun, sotis like a soft whisper.
A scene changes every second.
It seems everyone’s souls are being carried into different spaces.
Transforming scenes continuously flash before their eyes.
It feels like a sprite is dancing before everyone.
The dance is graceful.
Gradually, everyone’s expressions shift from disdain to calm.
Finally, transforming into fascination.
It seems like endless enjoynt.
Eyelids droop, slowly closing.
As if their souls are dancing along with the notes.
The seasons change—spring flowers and autumn moon.
It seems like everyone is being led through them within the dance of the sprite.
Ye Qingfeng’s fingers move faster and faster, like they’ve reached a phantom-like speed.
Whether they understand music or not, as long as they’re sitting in the hall at this mont.
The expressions on their faces are all ones of intoxication.
From slow to fast, from chaotic to orderly.
From the vitality of early spring to the withering of winter.
Ye Qingfeng’s piano piece seems to have led everyone through a perfect life.
The piece ends!
Life’s curtain falls.
Everyone’s emotions move from joy and ardor to desolation and solitude.
It’s like savoring all the flavors of earthly life.
Although life has many imperfections, having sothing worth rembering is enough.
As the music cos to a halt.
Tears appear at the corners of many people’s eyes.
Finally, after a few minutes when the entire venue is imrsed in reminiscence.
Teacher Wu suddenly stood up.
"Liszt’s Dance of Death, how could this be, how could it be, and perford so perfectly, without a single flaw."
"In the whole world, those who can play it do not exceed three people!"
Teacher Wu exclaid in shock.
The expression on his face was one of indescribable astonishnt.
"What, Liszt’s Dance of Death, the piano piece ranked first among the world’s top ten difficult pieces!"
Upon hearing her teacher’s exclamation.
Lan Yan wiped her eyes and let out a soft cry.
"How could it be, this worthless kid, how could he possibly be playing Dance of Death, that’s Dance of Death!"
Lu Qingyun roared in shock, his hands having nowhere to go.
He could only struggle to not believe everything before him was real.
If it’s said that a piano piece like Smoke can barely make it to the top five of the world’s top ten difficult pieces.
Then, Liszt’s Dance of Death.
Without any controversy, it’s the number one among the world’s top ten difficult pieces.
In the entire history of music, those who can play it perfectly are few and far between.
Let alone, performing it flawlessly and perfectly.
Even Liszt, the deceased creator, couldn’t make it perfect every ti.
anwhile, Lu Qingyun’s Smoke had over a dozen scratches.
Compared to Ye Qingfeng, it’s like the gap between fireflies and the bright moon.
"What is Dance of Death?"
An Ruoqing saw at this mont, the students and teachers who understood music.
Their gaze toward Ye Qingfeng on the stage was filled with the fanaticism of idol worship.
Involuntarily, she anxiously asked.
So, An Ruoqing also pulled on Liu Fei, the cultural and sports committee mber who had so understanding of music.
"This is a piano piece composed by a top master pianist, Liszt, renowned in the music world as the most difficult piano piece to play."
"In other words, the piece Ye Qingfeng is playing now is sothing even world-class master pianists can’t achieve."
Liu Fei’s beautiful eyes sparkled with light.
Her voice carried a tremble.
At that mont, she had already beco a fan of Ye Qingfeng.
This piece was simply too stunning.
It’s like being placed in a fantasy world.
This is also the highest realm of a piano piece, drawing the audience into the world he created with the piano.
"Can’t this guy be a bit more low-key!"
Bai Wan’er murmured to herself.
In this world, is there anything Ye Qingfeng can’t do?
Bai Wan’er suddenly had this thought.
Originally, those students who had previously ridiculed Ye Qingfeng.
At this mont all stood up and applauded.
"What are you doing, throw eggs and tomatoes at him!"
Ma Fen angrily scolded those he had paid as shills.
"Clap clap clap!!!"
Eggs and tomatoes were indeed thrown.
But they were thrown at Ma Fen instead.
Imdiately, Ma Fen was covered in egg shells and rotten tomatoes.
He had ant to make Ye Qingfeng lose face, but now he looked like a clown.
"Piano God! Piano God!"
Whether male or female.
At this mont, they shouted enthusiastically.
In their hearts, Ye Qingfeng had already beco a god.
As for the Piano Prince, Lu Qingyun had long been forgotten by them.
It’s just Ye Qingfeng didn’t respond to these enthusiastic students at all.
After finishing, Ye Qingfeng directly left the graduation party.
He went on stage just so as not to embarrass the whole class.
He had no other intentions.
Since it was done,
there was no need to stay.
"Lan Yan, our conversation isn’t over yet!"
"Besides, that kid just got lucky once, like a blind cat finding a dead mouse."
"Look at him, he doesn’t understand anything about piano at all!"
Seeing Lan Yan standing up.
Lu Qingyun imdiately beca a bit anxious.
This ti he had painstakingly prepared the piano piece Smoke.
Just to win Lan Yan over!
The effect was indeed good, as just now Lan Yan almost succeeded.
"Lu Qingyun, not only is your character bad, but your skills are also lacking!"
"Can’t you have a bit of manliness, you just can’t asure up, admit it!"
Lan Yan snorted coldly.
Directly rejecting Lu Qingyun.
Then, wearing her high heels, she trotted off in the direction Ye Qingfeng had left in.
"Not good enough?"
Lan Yan’s words made Lu Qingyun’s face turn green then white!
His whole being felt an extre humiliation.
It was as if being told, by an absolute beauty, at an intimate mont that he was inadequate and not manly enough.
And that she was moving on to a stronger man’s bed.
What could be more humiliating to a man?
"Die, die, die!! I want that kid nad Ye Qingfeng to die!"
Lu Qingyun roared.
Then he went into a frenzy.
He imdiately pulled out his phone, using his most powerful connections.
"Huh! Why did Ye Qingfeng leave?"
An Ruoqing looked at the suddenly disappearing Ye Qingfeng.
Murmured in a whisper.
"Not only did he leave, I just saw our school’s Piano Goddess went after him."
Bai Wan’er said softly.
"Ye Qingfeng’s romanticism is too rampant, we can’t let him go astray."
Saying so, An Ruoqing also chased in the direction where Ye Qingfeng had gone.
"An Ruoqing, are you smitten? I think it’s you who has gone astray, what are you doing!"
"I’m going to supervise, you can’t fool around in the school."
"I think you’re going to peep!"
"Peep, you are the one peeping..."
"I’m going to supervise you."
"You fake Wan’er, I think you like Ye Qingfeng, living under the sa roof every day, you’ve developed feelings for him!"
"You shaless Ruoqing, I’ll tear your mouth apart..."
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