Shu Jun looked at everyone's eyes and found that the standing student looked weak, with his elegant bangs covering one of his eyes, and the only exposed eyes swollen but flashed with a hint of sperm.
"It's Yao Chen!"
There was a deep discussion among the students. Yao Chen was considered an outlier in Class 2. Because he was very low-key and didn't talk to everyone at all. Unexpectedly, he stood up for everyone. For a moment, most of the students had a crush on him.
Good impression.
"Oh, another person seeking death! What do you want to compete with me?" Shu Jun raised his lips, his eyes were arrogant and arrogant. He planned to be domineering to the end.
"I compete with you in musical instruments!"
"good!"
"Then let's go to the school's music room!" The weak boy turned around and walked out of the classroom. Shu Junshi followed naturally, and the other students followed naturally.
The students of Class 3 and 2 of high school walked out of the classroom together to attract the attention of many students in the next class, but they all knew that the students in this class were all noble young men, so it was not a big deal to skip classes together?
In the morning, there were only a few music students practicing inside. When they saw a large group of people pouring in, they couldn't help but startle them.
Yao Chen stretched out his finger and gently hooked his hair that covered his eyes. This simple action made most girls look straight and shouted that they were so handsome.
"We each choose an instrument to perform! What if all the students judge?" Yao Chen's voice was very light, but there was an extremely strong confidence in his tone.
"Okay! I have no objection!" Shu Jun replied with a smile.
"I'll choose the piano!"
Yao Chen's eyes fell on the only Stanway piano in the music room. The next moment, he walked over, gently lifted the lid, and ten fingers stroked the keys. Suddenly, a series of pleasant notes sounded, and two were immediately attracted.
The students in the class cheered.
Among the students, Xiang Nan couldn't help but worry about Shu Jun. Others don't know Yao Chen's background, but she knew that Yao Chen was very low-key in the class, but his piano attainments were definitely the strongest in the school. It can be said that he could surpass him in the entire Tianhai.
Not many people. Last year, Tianhai Stadium held a piano concert. The protagonist was Cheris, a famous piano master from Italy. During the concert, Yao Chen played a song as Cheris' disciple.
The melody was amazed by all the piano masters present.
"It's your turn!"
Yao Chen looked at Shu Jun with a provocative gaze.
Shu Jun wandered around the music room and said to himself, "What should I choose?"
Suddenly, he stood in front of a guzheng and said aloud, "I'll just choose this?"
"He chose the guzheng?"
Everyone was a little surprised. In this era, everyone learned piano, guitar, drum set, etc., but few people learned traditional musical instruments.
"Are you going first or I going first!"
An undetectable smile flashed across Yao Chen's mouth. He was still a little worried if Shu Jun chose another instrument, but Shu Jun would be relieved to choose the Guzheng, because he knew that it would not be possible to play the Guzheng well in one or two years.
"You first, I'm afraid I will play too well! If you play again, they won't be able to listen!" Shu Jun said thornyly. His arrogance not only angered everyone, but even Yao Chen, who has always been calm, was angry.
It's right.
"Okay, I'll come first!"
"Come on Yao Chen! Come on Yao Chen!" The students in Class 2 shouted in unison.
Yao Chen turned around and smiled at everyone, then sat down in front of the piano, and whispered, "A song "Wedding in a Dream" is dedicated to everyone!"
"Wedding in a Dream" is played by French pianist Richard. It can be said to be a very popular piano piece. Anyone who knows the piano a little bit knows this piece.
Yao Chen was focused, and ten slender fingers streaked across the black and white piano keys, and a string of nice and melodious notes jumped out of his fingertips.
Several music students present were very surprised when they heard it. The music teacher in the school also played this song, but it was a few points worse than Yao Chen. I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person in the school.
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Soon, everyone was immersed in Yao Chen's interpretation, and Shu Jun nodded slightly. Yao Chen's piano was indeed very good, and he could be considered a quasi-master level. With a slight breakthrough, he could become a piano master.
At the end of the song, Yao Chen slowly stood up. The next moment, a thunderous applause sounded. He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Shu Jun, as if he was saying it was your turn!
"Haha, Yao Chen is so handsome! That arrogant freshman is sure to lose!" a student shouted happily.
"Yes! Let him apologize to us as the whole school, kneel down and call yourself trash!"
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Listening to the unfriendly discussions, Shu Jun walked to the guzheng in a few steps and hooked a string with his index finger.
"Zheng!"
A sound was like a fight between gold and iron, and the cold piano sounded throughout the music room. The next moment, all the sounds disappeared without any hesitation.
Shu Jun's proud eyes swept across everyone and finally fell on Yao Chen. "Listen, what is the real piano sound!"
"Zheng-Zheng-Zheng-Zheng!"
Shu Jun's fingers were as fast as lightning, and the next moment, everyone suddenly felt a sense of suffocation, as if rows of sharp sword lights were slashing towards them.
Before they could react, an extremely rapid sound of piano burst out, like a heavy rain or a hurricane. The dense and loud sound of piano filled the entire music room and hit everyone's hearts. At this moment, everyone had a sword-like appearance.
On the battlefield of life and death, there are often galloping war horses and flashing sword lights around.
"Zheng-Zheng-Zheng!" The sound of the piano like a sword continued, but everyone closed their eyes at the same time, their faces turned pale, and some timid students even left cold sweats involuntarily.
They kept trembling. They wanted to dodge and escape from here, but the cold piano sound seemed to have magic power, setting them in place and unable to move.
"Zheng!"
An extremely high-pitched syllable sounded, the piano sound stopped ringing, and the battlefield disappeared. When everyone opened their eyes, they found that they were intact and were not dismembered by random knives. For a moment, a feeling of gratitude arose in their hearts.
"How do you feel about my song "Golden Sword and Iron Horse"?" Shu Jun's proud voice rang.
"I lost!"
Yao Chen's face was pale. He was a musician. Shu Jun's performance had surpassed the master level. He was able to make everyone feel like they were in the scene through the sound of the piano. I'm afraid his teacher would not be able to do this superb performance skills.
There was no applause or cheer, but all the students lowered their heads.
"Who else? Who dares to challenge me!" Shu Jun's disdainful voice stimulated everyone's arrogant hearts.
"I, I'll do it!"
A tall girl stood up.
"Oh, what do you want to challenge?"
"I want to compare painting with you!"
"good!"
So, a group of people rushed to the calligraphy and painting studio again.
"Ms. First, please!"
"good!"
The girl picked up a picture frame, then picked up a pencil and started sketching. She was very fast. In just three minutes, a lifelike sketch portrait appeared on the paper.
The portrait painted by the girl is one of the students in Class 2. Everyone compares the portrait with their eyes from time to time, and finally comes to a conclusion that it is so similar.
But they didn't dare to applaud! Yao Chen played so well, but he lost in the end. If he applauded now, if he lost, wouldn't that be embarrassing!
"It's my turn!"
Shu Jun said as he walked to a table, unfolded a piece of rice paper, and swept his eyes over the calligraphy and painting studio, and finally locked a plastic basin. This plastic basin should be used for students who have finished calligraphy and painting.
Shu Jun picked up the plastic basin and put it in front of the table, then poured a large bottle of ink into it, and grabbed a brush as thick as a baby's arm from the pen holder.
"What is he going to do?" All the students stared at Shu Jun intently.
"Bang!"
Shu Jun's palm suddenly slapped on the table, and suddenly, the plastic basin actually flew out of thin air, and the ink inside naturally sprinkled out.
At this moment, Shu Jun moved. He quickly handed the brush in his left hand to his right hand. He saw his wrist trembling and the tip of the brush suddenly exploded.
Then a phantom appeared in everyone's eyes, but Shu Jun was flying quickly with his brush.
"Haha, is he performing acrobatics or drawing!"
"drink!"
Shu Jun suddenly let out a light shout, then he rose into the air, and then he rotated and rose like a top. When his body was about to touch the roof, his body fell down quickly and slowly, falling down at his place.
During the process, ink was constantly thrown out from the brush and splashed onto the rice paper.
“Go up!”
Seeing that the plastic basin was about to fall, Shu Jun's right foot was hooked, and with a whoosh, the plastic basin flew up again, and it rotated regularly, and the ink inside also spilled out.
Shu Jun stepped on the rice paper and his body flew into the air again. He slapped his right hand on the plastic basin and the plastic basin flew out, but he turned into a flip with his head facing down and his feet facing up.
"Brush and brush!"
The next moment, he quickly waved on the rice paper in this posture.
After about five seconds, Shu Jun easily flipped it and landed on the ground. When he threw it casually, the brush in his hand fell on the pen holder. "Okay, my painting is finished!"
Shu Jun’s painting movements are simply dazzling, but he just doesn’t know what the paintings drawn in this state will look like?
So everyone flocked to it, but they were shocked when they saw the paintings on the rice paper. It was not that Shu Jun painted it too well, but that it was too bad, it was simply a mess.
"Haha, what are you drawing? This is also called painting?" a student shouted disdainfully.
"That's it! If this is considered a painting, I can draw a few copies with my eyes closed!" Another student also loudly hit Shu Jun's work.
"Boy, you lost, now you kneel down and kowtow! Apologize to us and announce to the whole school that it is garbage!"
Seeing everyone constantly criticizing Shu Jun, Xiang Nan couldn't help but feel anxious, but Shu Jun's painting was too indifferent. She couldn't even say something good to him.
"You are so happy too early!" Shu Jun smiled disdainfully. He suddenly grabbed the painting and shook his wrist. The next moment, everyone was stunned and stared at the painting.
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