What did Wu Fan say? I used one hand to play better than him, which caused an uproar.

"I suspect that you don't even understand how to brag about me, why are you bragging?" Yamei laughed.

"Playing the piano is an elegant art. If you can't play it, you can play it. Brother, you're a layman, right?" Feng Dagang patted Wu Fan on the shoulder, shook his head, and returned to his seat.

"Hehe, brother Zifan, why don't you and brother Ziheng pk later? It's so good. Richardman can give you some comments here, and maybe you can accept you as his apprentice!" Tian Ye said seriously.

Suddenly there was an uproar and everyone started to laugh.

Richardman's face darkened. Where did these children come from? What are you doing here? Don't enjoy music? How could Ye Ziheng make these friends?

The scene was once very awkward.

At this time, the performance of "Floating" has reached its climax.

Ye Ziheng's ten fingers poured on the keys like raindrops, making people feel nervous.

The hero and heroine are newlywed, like a bond, but they cannot defeat fate. They are separated ruthlessly. The ups and downs of voices seem to be fighting, as if they are confiding, and more of the helplessness and accusations of life.

Everyone was extremely quiet. Luo Luo and Yamei not only burst into tears, but also silently recited in their hearts, Brother Ziheng, you are so awesome.

As the last key falls, the performance is finished.

It is perfect in terms of piano playing skills and artistic handling.

"very    good   onderfu1!" This is Clayderman's 17th nod. This apprentice may inherit his mantle and become one of his few successors.

"Paipapapapapapapapapapapapa..." The applause was warm, and even Liu Piaopiao joined the applause.

Except for Wu Fan, everyone was moved to the point of being so touched. This was indeed an impressive and wonderful performance and was praised by world piano master Clayderman.

In sharp contrast to everyone, Wu Fan was full of disgust and shook his head.

"Wu Zifan, did you take ecstasy? Everyone is here to appreciate such a wonderful performance, so moved that they can't speak. They are shaking their heads and tainting art, which is simply unforgivable!" Yamei said angrily.

"Brother, don't you really want to pk with Brother Ziheng?" Feng Dagang looked at Wu Fan meaningfully. In his opinion, Wu Fan's actions could only be a humiliation.

Richardman seemed to have noticed the boy's actions. He had seen countless people and seemed to feel that the boy in front of him was a little unusual.

"Young man, can you also have a deep understanding of music? I see you shook your head just now. Could it be that Ziheng is not playing well? Or which parts are not handled properly? Is it a question of pitch or fingering?" Clayderman asked politely, looking at Wu Fan with a smile, with a friendly attitude, and he couldn't tell that he was a very strict teacher at all.

"What a magic horse thing, it's so messy that it polluted my ears!" Wu Fan shook his head and sighed in a hypocritical manner.

Clayderman's face immediately became gloomy. This was a wonderful performance. Among his students, there were not many students who could interpret "floating" to this level. Even if other experts came here, they would not pick out three problems at most. You actually said this interpretation was useless. This was not scolding Ye Ziheng, but actually slapping his teacher in the face.

"Brother Zifan, do you know who you are talking to? Piano enthusiasts all over the world will be proud of Mr. Richardman and his guidance as the supreme glory. It would be fine if you don't respect him, but indirectly insult him. If you don't give an explanation today, although I can't do anything to you, I think Piaopiao will not forgive you!" Ye Zifan's words were neither humble nor arrogant, very artistic, without a threat, but they were heartbroken everywhere, as if it was the use of power in Tai Chi to pass on the contradictions to Wu Fan and Liu Piaopiao.

"Brother Ziheng, just now, Brother Zifan seemed to say that he could kill you with one hand, otherwise let him show it and Mr. Richardman also comment!"

It made people say what Wu Fan just said again, and they were secretly happy, waiting to see the joke.

How can such a vulgar person understand art?

What about? At most, you will just turn a few big spoons, and you may not even understand Du Ruimi's diarrhea.

The person who was most anxious at this time was Liu Piaopiao. Of course, she didn't want to miss the opportunity, and she didn't want Wu Fan to encounter embarrassment. At this time, Liu Piaopiao was very entangled.

"Wu Fan, do you know the secret?" Liu Piaopiao asked anxiously, staring at Wu Fan worriedly.

Everyone also looked over and wanted to hear what Wu Fan said.

"Of course I know the recipes. As a chef, I understand any recipes!"

"..." Liu Piaopiao.

"..." Everyone.

Ye Ziheng was secretly happy. It was indeed a stick and he didn't know anything.

"Do you have any questions?" Wu Fan's expression turned cold and he took out his master's attitude.

It's simply shameless.

The magic horse thing, ignorance has reached a new realm.

People are talking about cognitive scores and music scores. You tell them that they are recipes and recipes, two kinds of things that are not related to each other.

"Okay, I'll let you take a look, erect your ears and listen to me!" Wu Fan seemed a little angry.

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted flower duck, roasted chicks, roasted geese, stove pigs, stove duck, sauce chicken, bacon, pine flowers, small belly, dried meat, sausage.

Assorted Su Pan,... Braised waist, braised duck waist, braised duck strips, mixing duck shreds, yellow heart tube, braised white eel, braised yellow eel, fermented black bean cattle fish, roasted carp... squash butter rolls, braised jackdoo, braised fresh mushrooms, braised fish belly, braised fish bones, braised fish fillets, vinegar slices…”

Everyone couldn't help but feel silent. This was no longer just ignorance, but a funny and pure idiot. It was all disrespectful to him.

Although Ye Ziheng and others were secretly happy, they pretended to be unhappy on their faces. This time, they could finally avenge the revenge just now and regain the city. A little was added to Piaopiao's mind.

"Wu Fan, OK, OK, stop talking!" Liu Piaopiao couldn't bear to be humiliated by Wu Fan, so she hurriedly stopped him.

"Wait a moment, and finish it immediately. Stewed Sanxian, Stewed White Mushroom, Stewed Whole Meat, Stewed Pigeon Egg, Stewed Shrimp, Stewed Shrimp, Stewed Shrimp, Stewed Hanami Flower, Stewed Sea Cucumber..." Wu Fan quickly spoke, ignoring the idiot-like eyes of everyone watching, and completely fell into his high position.

"Stop talking about it, Wu Zifan, what people talk about is not a recipe, but ask if you recognize the music score!" Liu Piaopiao's face turned red.

"Oh, I understand, this is even simpler. What else should I think of it? Not only, I have reached the level of special proficiency, isn't it just 1234567? I can just pick it up and combine it at will, and it will become a classic! Sorry, I'm sorry, I just understood the wrong thing." Wu Fan nodded embarrassedly to everyone and finally scratched his head.

If you combine it at will, you will become a classic? Could it be that this kid really knows some music theory knowledge?

However, these two sentences are definitely bragging. A boy less than 20 years old can be composed at will and becomes a classic. Do you think you are Mozart or Beethoven? Even those great musicians at the temple level cannot reach this level.

Everyone secretly complained.

Seeing everyone's suspicion, Wu Fan added: "I know you may have doubts about my musical attainments, but if you know that when I was 9 years old, you could write a leave note using music to ask for leave from the school teacher, would you be surprised?" Wu Fan said with a smile.

"What's the matter? You can also write a leave note in music."

"This is the first time I heard that there is such awesome thing."

"Maybe you know a little music score, but bragging requires a limit, it's becoming more and more unreliable." The weird guy on the table whispered to someone.

Mr. Richardman also had a gloomy face. Without saying a word, he had never heard of such an incredible thing, and wrote a leave note with music.

"Okay, okay, brother Zifan, you can show you the content of the leave request you wrote!" Ye Ziheng said with a smile. He wanted to know what kind of freshness and elegance Wu Fan could blow out, fat but not greasy.

"Please keep your ears up, and I will teach you the leave note written by the music when I was 9 years old!" Wu Fan stood up, in a fit of breath

A complete, serious statement.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!