In full view of everyone, Yumi Yuki held Yang Haoran's arm and walked onto the stage.
As the rich daughter of Sanqi Heavy Industry Company, Yumi Yuki also plays an important role in this circle.
And the things between her and Miyamoto Xiaosheng are also known to many people in the industry.
There were constant sighs in the hall, and many people were talking secretly.
"Haha, there is a good show to watch. Noriyuki Yumi can't get Miyamoto-san, so she wants to suppress Miyamoto-san's limelight and use this to humiliate him.
Miyamoto Xiaosheng also wants to take the opportunity to humiliate Yumi Yuki and use it to please Gao Lin Yueyan. I don’t know who is more skilled?"
"I'm more optimistic about Miyamoto-san. Miyamoto-san has an extraordinary background and is famous for his versatility. And Norika Yumi's boyfriend may have been found temporarily. How could he win over Miyamoto-san?"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng watched coldly as Yumi Yuki and Yang Haoran walked onto the stage and sneered.
"My musical instrument is the piano, and I will play "Moonlight", a famous song by Bellafin.
What instrument did you choose?"
Norika Yumi was a little nervous, after all, she had never considered this situation before.
But looking at Yang Haoran's indifferent expression, does this guy really know how to play musical instruments?
Yang Haoran ignored Miyamoto's contempt and asked casually: "Is there a drum? It's best to use a big drum."
Miyamoto Xiaosheng laughed, quite playfully.
"Of course there are big drums, but they are played by low-class people in the countryside and cannot perform elegant music at all.
But I would like to hear what are the characteristics of this lower-level music."
Gao Lin Yueyan kept laughing and was extremely contemptuous.
"It's really strange that someone would choose a big drum as a musical instrument at a banquet. Yumi Yuki, your boyfriend is really a perfect match for you, his taste is unique and weird!"
Norika Yumi's face turned blue, but it was difficult to argue, because in her understanding, although drums are also called musical instruments, they are mostly associated with lower-class people.
In comparison, "Moonlight Song" chosen by Miyamoto Xiaosheng is a world-famous song and a truly elegant sound.
After everyone in the hall heard this, they were also surprised and burst into laughter.
"It's interesting that the drum and piano perform on the same stage, but there is still a distinction between them?
Isn’t this obvious? Things like the big drum are not elegant at all!”
"Kika Yumi, this so-called boyfriend, is going to be embarrassed."
Yang Haoran turned a deaf ear. What knowledge could these idiots from Nigeria have?
Let them see what real music is today!
Soon, under the arrangement of the hotel, a piano and a bass drum were moved to the stage, arranged on the left and right, about ten meters apart.
Miyamoto Xiaosheng stood in front of Yang Haoran with an arrogant face and said in a pretentious manner: "Who will start first, you or me?"
Yang Haoran immediately looked surprised: "Who starts first? Are you kidding me? Still don't understand the rules?"
The expression on Miyamoto's face suddenly froze, and he was very embarrassed.
"What do you mean by this? What are the rules?"
Yang Haoran said disdainfully: "Since it is a teaching skill, there are naturally rules. Otherwise, how can we distinguish between superior and inferior?"
"Then how do you want to compare? Shouldn't it be for everyone to evaluate?"
Yang Haoran chuckled and looked at Miyamoto Xiaosheng with a joke on his face.
"As expected, there are many strange things. Since this is a teaching skill, we will play at the same time. Each of us will play according to his own rhythm. Whoever's rhythm and rhythm deviate will naturally be considered a loser!" k
Miyamoto Xiaosheng's face became excited. He didn't expect that Yang Haoran would actually propose such a comparison method.
In this way, the competition is no longer about performance skills and stage experience, but more about the performers' basic skills and inner concentration.
Because once you are disrupted by the opponent's rhythm, you will lose everything.
But even so, Miyamoto is still very confident. With more than ten years of practice, he believes that he can beat Yang Haoran.
"Okay, just follow the rules you told me."
Yang Haoran smiled honestly, no matter how good Miyamoto's playing skills were, he would be a fool if he could win!
You must know that the drum was originally used on battlefields to boost morale. Every drum beat can inspire people and has the strongest impact on people's minds.
Compared with this, the piano is simply child's play.
If he can't use the war drum to make Miyamoto Xiaosheng doubt his life today, Yang Haoran will be considered a failure!
Miyamoto Xiaosheng did not expect this, and read out the rules in front of everyone.
After that, the two people walked to the musical instruments they had chosen.
Yumi Noka and Yue Yan Gao Lin were standing behind two people respectively. At this time, their eyes were locked in each other's eyes, refusing to give in. It felt like killing an enemy on the battlefield.
"can we start?"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng asked, while calming his mind and taking a deep breath.
Yang Haoran made a gesture of invitation: "It's up to you!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng's fingers pressed the keys, and the beautiful notes floated in the hall, giving people a refreshing feeling.
Miyamoto is a serious man, but he is full of confidence in his heart.
Behind her, Gao Lin Yueyan looked at Yumi Yuki provocatively, with a proud look on her face.
Yang Haoran just picked up the drumstick, but was not in a hurry to beat it.
Ji Xiangyumi frowned: "Can you do it?"
Yang Haoran looked angry: "Remember, don't ask a man if it's OK in the future.
It's okay if you ask, I'm trying to save some face for him, I'm afraid he will die miserably!"
Norika Yumi curled her lips, rather suspicious.
There was a round of applause in the hall, and everyone praised Miyamoto's skillful skills.
At this time, there was a "dong" sound, and Yang Haoran's drumstick fell on the drum surface.
It's like it hits everyone's heart, making people's hearts shake. Even the blood flow in the body suddenly speeds up, infected by the sound of the drum.
Then the rapid and sad drum beat sounded, and a complete "House of Flying Daggers" resounded throughout the hall.
The sound of the drums instantly overwhelmed the sound of the piano, making people feel excited.
Driven by the music of House of Flying Daggers, everyone seemed to have entered a battlefield with thousands of troops and horses, and they had the urge to draw swords and mount horses.
Miyamoto's brows furrowed even more tightly, even though he tried his best not to listen to Yang Haoran's voice, and even prepared earplugs before.
But the sound of the drums seemed to reach directly into the soul, striking deep in Miyamoto's soul.
After just ten seconds of rhythm, Miyamoto Xiaosheng had completely fallen.
He had even completely forgotten the music score he wanted to play, and his fingers were out of control.
After realizing this, Miyamoto Xiaosheng became even more upset and confused, completely losing his composure.
At this time, I was still playing piano music, just tapping the keys randomly!