Although Diba doesn't believe it in her heart, whether it's the imitation show or the sound of dolphins, or the pill that can make her eat no matter how much she eats, or the magical mask that can turn into another face...

Ding Ning brought her too many incredible things, so when she heard her best friend's words, she did not express her stance immediately, but subconsciously looked at Ding Ning. When she saw the confident look on his face, she was inexplicably moved.

I believed what he said.

This man was shrouded in mystery. Every time they met, it was like a veil was lifted in front of her, revealing the tip of his mysterious iceberg. She was filled with the desire to explore and wanted to get a glimpse of his true face.

He is like a heavy book full of connotations that takes a lifetime to slowly decipher.

Diba suddenly smiled, his smile full of expectation and unparalleled trust, and said firmly: "Although it is incredible, I believe what he said."

"People say that a woman in love has zero IQ. It's true. Do you believe it if it's obviously just bragging? I'm really convinced!"

Xilin had a look of despair on her face, rolled her eyes and said speechlessly.

"As long as he says it, I believe it. He has never let me down."

Diba did not explain in detail the miracle that Ding Ning had created, but spoke very calmly and resolutely.

Ding Ning looked at her blankly, and an indescribable tenderness suddenly surged in his heart. Is there anything in the world that is more touching than a woman who believes in a man so firmly and persistently?

"Oh, the ones I bought are crazy, really crazy, a pair of crazy people."

Xilin rubbed her temples with a headache and mumbled with an exaggerated expression.

"I'm telling you, you never let me down, right?"

Diba ignored her exaggerated performance and turned to look at Ding Ning, his eyes full of expectation and heavy trust.

"certainly!"

Ding Ning's fighting spirit was as high as a shot of chicken blood, and he subconsciously straightened his chest and made a solemn promise.

Before, he planned to play a random song to compare with Li Mingrui, but now, facing the beauty's expectations, he felt that he should show more strength and perform better, otherwise he would be sorry for the country.

, I'm sorry to the people, I'm sorry... to my own daughter-in-law.

Diba smiled sweetly at him. She originally didn't care how outstanding Ding Ning's performance was, but deep down every girl had a desire to compare, even she was no exception.

Even though she and Xilin are best friends, the more best friends are, the more they have a desire to compare. No one wants to be thought that their boyfriend is just a flashy guy who can only brag.

This is not to say that she is vain, but that her self-esteem is causing trouble. She has always been a very strong person. Although she will not easily envy others, she never wants the people she likes to be criticized. This

It is a very subtle psychological state that is difficult to describe, but wonderful.

"It sounds like it's true, so I'll wait and see."

Xilin curled her lips, feeling speechless at her best friend's unprincipled defense of Ding Ning, and said with a mocking look on her face.

"Then just wait and see the miracle happen."

Diba seemed to be more confident than Ding Ning. His face was shining and he spoke with confidence.

Ding Ning shrugged and smiled freely. The beauty was so kind, how could he let her down?

Instead of listening to Li Mingrui's piano sound that amazed everyone, he closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

The sound of tapping on the table was so soft that no one would notice it, and only Diba, who was always paying attention to him, noticed it.

At first, she didn't pay much attention, thinking that Ding Ning was thinking about it and waiting to play.

What track is going to be a blockbuster.

But soon, her expression changed, her eyes widened in shock, and she stared blankly at Ding Ning's seemingly irregular fingers.

Because, she discovered that as his fingers tapped, the seemingly irregular tapping sounds were like a giant hammer hitting her heart, causing her mood to involuntarily follow the tapping of his fingers.

And jumped with a bang.

It seemed that the knocking sound had some kind of bewitching power, which gave her a strange feeling of being on the battlefield for no reason, and scenes of magnificent war scenes opened in her mind.

The two armies faced each other, with swords like a forest and spears like rain. The enemy was strong and we were outnumbered.

The warriors wore ancient battle armor and rode giant wolf-like mounts. Amidst the sound of vicissitudes of horns, they held high their cold scimitars and followed behind a knight riding a red-haired monster, carrying a fierce and decisive battle.

Intentionally, he launched a fearless charge against an enemy whose number was countless times greater than his own.

Just like a gurgling stream facing the vast and infinite sea, and like a moth rushing to the flame, Diba's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt deeply worried for those warriors riding wolves.

Boom, boom, boom!

The earth-shattering sound of war drums sounded, the scene suddenly changed, the characters gradually became blurred, and only the earth-shattering sound of fighting resounded in the sky.

Diba felt lost and didn't know what had happened to the incomparable brave wolf warriors? Can they defeat the enemies who far outnumbered them?

There is also the knight riding the red-haired monster. He rushes to the front and is undoubtedly under the greatest pressure. Will he die? Is the war won or lost?

Each of these questions was like a suspense movie, making her feel like a cat scratching her heart, and she couldn't wait to know the answer.

But after all, these were just fragments of notes that Ding Ning knocked out unconsciously. Those pictures were also fragmented and could not be put together at all, which made her feel lost.

The more times she wanted to ask, it could be seen that Ding Ning was immersed in thinking, but she still chose to suppress her inner curiosity and not disturb him.

But because of this, she was even more excited about the music that Ding Ning was about to play. If he could really compose this piece of music, then it would not be impossible to surpass Chopin as mentioned before.

creation?

Diba was suddenly startled, her pupils suddenly contracted violently, and she looked in disbelief at Ding Ning, who was still immersed in thought with her eyes closed, but a turmoil arose in her heart, and even her breathing became rapid.

The creation of piano music is no joke, it is by no means as simple as the creation of songs. It covers many disciplines, music theory, ear training, harmony, musical form, polyphony, music work analysis, etc.

Not all of them are necessary, but these are just the basis for creating piano music. It also requires talent, understanding, inspiration, experience, perception of life and other factors. You can imagine how difficult it is.

Diba has been learning piano since she was a child, and her theoretical foundation is quite solid, but she has never dared to dream of composing piano music. After all, it is not something that can be created with a sudden inspiration, but requires sufficient knowledge accumulation and years of precipitation.

Then it will be carefully crafted over and over again until it can finally reach a level that resonates with people's souls, and maybe there will be a chance of being listed as a famous song.

But what she saw now was that Ding Ning actually improvised piano music on the spot. Although she had a high opinion of this man, she still couldn't believe it in her heart. What kind of freak was this?

But the fact is before us. Although she rarely practices piano now, she still likes to listen to it in her spare time, and she still knows the famous piano repertoire very well.

She can guarantee that she has never heard the rhythm of music played by Ding Ning's knuckles, and such shocking piano music cannot remain unknown once it is released on the market.

Therefore, she can be sure that there is no doubt that Ding Ning improvised piano music on the spot.

fact.

This discovery stirred up a storm in her heart. She stared obsessively at the man who might accompany her throughout her life in the future, and a deep sense of joy and pride arose in her heart.

If a husband is found like this, what else can a woman ask for?

Bang bang bang!

As applause rang out in the box, Li Mingrui stood up proudly, bowed gracefully to the old classmates who gave him applause, and elegantly performed a standard gentleman's courtesy, once again winning applause from the whole hall.

He was very confident that even if the low-class people in front of him didn't understand the elegant art of appreciating the piano, at least Diba had the ability to appreciate it, and that was enough.

Therefore, he looked at Diba with great ambition, looking forward to the expression of surprise and admiration on her face.

Also, Mr. Ding, who looked elegant in his dress but actually behaved in a vulgar manner, which he disdained, must have had a wonderful expression on his face at this moment.

only……

At this moment, Ding Ning closed his eyes and was shaking his head, as if he was immersed in the beautiful sound of the music and couldn't help himself.

But Diba didn't even look at him, didn't even applaud him, and stared at Ding Ning closely with his beautiful eyes, as if he couldn't see anyone else except him.

Li Mingrui's face suddenly darkened, the pride and pride in his heart suddenly disappeared, and his nose almost became crooked with anger.

After working on it for a long time, I played so hard that people didn't pay attention at all, and all their attention was focused on that damn man.

This made Li Mingrui's nose almost crooked with anger. He didn't care about maintaining his demeanor and image, and said sarcastically: "Mr. Ding is indeed a person who knows how to appreciate. He is still immersed in me at this moment..."

"Shh!"

Diba suddenly raised his index finger to his lips and shushed, signaling him to be quiet and not to disturb Ding Ning.

Li Mingrui's voice stopped suddenly, his face turned green and red, and his heart felt sour, astringent, and bitter, mixed with overwhelming jealousy.

What do you mean? Isn’t that guy just pretending to be immersed in my wonderful music? He can’t even disturb me? This protector is so blatant that it makes people feel so heartbroken.

The actions of the two people were not subtle, and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Only then did everyone notice that Ding Ning was tapping the table as if his fingers were twitching, and a strange look appeared on his face.

Is this guy pretending to be intoxicated and trying to escape Li Mingrui's challenge?

"Does Mr. Ding really understand or pretend to understand? Or is he just pretending? Although I think I play well, I can't let Mr. Ding be so intoxicated, right?"

Jealousy made Li Mingrui completely lose his patience, and he sneered sarcastically.

He is the proud son of the emperor, and he is born to be the center of attention under the spotlight. Why should he be left here waiting for a pretentious guy?

"Shh!"

Diba frowned displeased, signaled him to silence again, and whispered with an extremely serious expression: "He is improvising piano music, please don't disturb him."

Everyone's eyes widened in astonishment, and they didn't know what they meant by looking at him and composing piano music? What does that mean? This thing can be composed at will?

Compared to them, Li Mingrui was obviously more stunned. He never thought that one day he would hear such a ridiculous joke from Diba.

Yes, it’s just a joke, composing piano music? Are you kidding me?
Chapter completed!