I recall Han Sanqian back then, who was good at playing the piano, became popular on the Internet, and was called a male god by countless people.
And it was that piano music that brought Su Yingxia and Han Sanqian closer to each other and witnessed their eternal love for each other.
"Aren't you a bit too weak to win? Let's talk about style, but this is about piano. What kind of competition is this? I don't agree." Pangolin said dissatisfied.
He had the confidence to compete because he had seen Han Sanqian just win the match, so he dared to propose a competition.
But obviously, things have developed beyond his imagination. Now, the advantageous project is no longer there, and the piano is still on the table.
The pangolin looked left and right, but he didn't think Han Sanqian looked like a person who could play the piano.
If you play the piano to a cow, he might be able to do it.
Seeing Han Sanqian deep in thought, the young master smiled proudly and said, "What, are you scared?"
How could he be afraid when Han Sanqian was brought back to his thoughts? It was just that he suddenly missed Su Yingxia.
Inside the bead curtain, the woman in green originally wanted to stop it, but after all, it had been agreed before that they would come up with the question.
Now, the other party changed the competition items privately, which was against the rules. But just when she was about to speak out, the woman in white nodded, so she could only change her words: "Sir, is it okay?"
"It's not impossible. However, the piano I want is not here." Han Sanqian sighed helplessly.
"What a joke, there are three top bands on this flower boat. They have all kinds of pianos, regardless of size or style, and they are all available. How come there is not the piano you want?" The young man said angrily and coldly.
Hummed.
"Maybe some people don't know how to do it at all, but they just found an excuse to show off." The bystanders also jeered.
"I see, don't make any excuses. Just admit defeat and jump out of here."
As soon as he finished speaking, several people laughed.
The pangolin walked up to Han Sanqian and asked softly: "How about giving up this round? Anyway, we were ahead just now. Let's fight him for the last round."
Han Sanqian said nothing. He raised his head slightly and looked at the bead curtain: "There is indeed no piano I want here."
"Young master, you can tell me the style of the piano. We can arrange for craftsmen to build it at any time." A voice sounded from within the bead curtain.
"That's right. There is a large craftsman's room under this flower boat, where anything can be done." Someone sneered.
"Okay." Han Sanqian nodded.
In fact, he didn't really want to compete, but because he suddenly thought of the piano, he suddenly missed Su Yingxia even more, and naturally he wanted to be here to play a song for her to commemorate his thoughts.
Han Sanqian naturally knew the piano like the back of his hand, and was very familiar with its principles and structure. He started painting with a few strokes. He took out the drawings and handed them to the waitress.
Next, a group of people returned to their seats and took a short rest.
During the break, a group of people on the opposite side glanced at Han Sanqian with funny eyes from time to time. Pangolin felt very guilty, but Han Sanqian on the side, his thoughts had already flown back to the earth and Su Yingxia.
There is bitterness and joy, but in the end they all turn into honey and are sweet in my heart.
"Crunch!"
About half an hour later, as the sound of wood scraping against the floor suddenly sounded in the hall, everyone looked up and saw a black and white piano being slowly pushed in.
A group of people raised their heads and looked sideways. Even the woman in white and the woman in green who were implicated could not help but look up at this time.
"What the hell is this?"
"Is this also called Qin?"
A group of people were discussing in low voices. Although everyone was proficient in music, they were still very confused about this strange piano.
Han Sanqian stood up slightly and walked to the side of the piano in a few steps. The speed was very fast, but the workmanship was indeed fine. Although compared with professional piano makers, the accuracy of the sound was not particularly good, and some details were relatively well handled.
It's unfamiliar, but overall, Han Sanqian is very satisfied to have such a piano in Bafang World.
Sitting down slightly and touching the familiar piano, Han Sanqian showed a faint happy smile.
At almost the same time, the young master also sat down next to the piano that had been prepared in advance. He glanced at Han Sanqian disdainfully, and a competition on the piano officially began...
