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Chapter 651 Slap Cheng Jianjun

At this time, the hall was quiet, and everyone was waiting for the cooperation of Cheng Jianjun and Su Meng.

Cheng Jianjun sat beside the piano, with his hands and ten fingers resting on the keys, with a relaxed expression, like a famous pianist.

Seeing that Su Meng was already standing in front of the microphone, Cheng Jianjun smiled slightly, nodded at Su Meng, and then started playing with his fingers.

"Boom..."

The unique sound of the piano sounded, and Cheng Jianjun began to play.

At first, everyone didn't take Cheng Jianjun seriously, thinking that he just wanted to show off, but in fact he was playing nonsense.

But when they heard the prelude, they were all surprised, because what Cheng Jianjun played seemed to be the same thing.

Then there was a burst of applause. Being able to play the piano is still very important in everyone's eyes.

But Han Chunming smiled with embarrassment on his face, and Zhou Chen couldn't help laughing at it, brother, you're just doing it yourself.

Su Meng looked back at Cheng Jianjun in surprise. They lived in the same yard, and even she didn't know that Cheng Jianjun could do this.

Not Gui As the piano sounded, she turned her head, with a serious expression and a smile on her mouth, and began to sing.

"In the garden late at night, everything is quiet..."

Su Meng's voice is really good, even better than the girls who sang in the chorus before. If this is put in 40 years later, she can also be an entertainment anchor.

Accompanied by Su Meng's singing, everyone became quiet and listened carefully.

The better Su Meng sang and the smoother Cheng Jianjun played, the uglier Han Chunming's face became.

In addition to Cheng Jianjun's intentional targeting of him just now, there is also the fact that the girl he loves is singing happily with the accompaniment of other men. This scene makes him even more heartbroken.

The more Han Chunming was like this, the more proud Cheng Jianjun was. He looked at Han Chunming provocatively, but at this moment, Han Chunming didn't look at them at all, and kept his head down without speaking.

With the cooperation of the sound of the piano and the singing, several couples of men and women couldn't help but came out and started dancing together.

Zhou Chen looked at this scene with great interest. Such scenes are really rare. There are no dance halls in China, let alone bars.

At this time, singing and dancing in public, more often in schools, and at various evening parties.

A night on the outskirts of Moscow, just a few minutes, soon ended.

Cheng Jianjun was in a good mood and played happily.

Su Meng was even more happy. So many people applauded her, which greatly satisfied her vanity, so much so that she smiled at Cheng Jianjun, who was usually scornful.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then stood side by side, enjoying the applause of everyone.

Han Chunming was already feeling uncomfortable, but when he saw this scene, his face became livid. He didn't know where to put his hands, and he shook his head and couldn't calm down.

Cheng Jianjun glanced at Han Chunming calmly, and then said with a smile: "Everyone, I've finished playing the piano, do I need someone to call me Grandpa?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly became very awkward, but there was still someone who responded loudly.

"correct."

"That's right, Chunming, call me Lord."

"Chunming, I'd like to bet and admit defeat, let's call."

Some of these people just took pleasure in other people's misfortune, while others could not get used to Han Chunming and wanted to make Han Chunming lose face.

Han Chunming, who was ridiculed by everyone, smiled reluctantly, but he couldn't say anything to refute, but he was not reconciled to calling him Lord Cheng Jianjun, and he couldn't afford to lose this person.

Cai Xiaoli, who had always liked Han Chunming, couldn't stand it any longer. She shouted at Cheng Jianjun on the stage in displeasure: "Cheng Jianjun, you are enough. You just know how to play the piano twice. It's nothing special."

Cheng Jianjun didn't give face, and said seriously: "Let's not say whether the playing is good or bad, but I played it."

Su Meng liked Han Chunming, and of course she didn't want Han Chunming to lose face, she said dissatisfiedly: "Cheng Jianjun, everyone was just joking, why are you so serious?"

It may embarrass Han Chunming, even if it is Su Meng, Cheng Jianjun will not give face.

"It's not that I'm serious. It's Chunming himself who said it in front of the big guy. If anyone plays it, he will call him a master. If he can't play it, let's say everyone can't play it. It's too underestimating."

As he said that, he looked at Han Chunming who had turned his head, and asked pretendingly contemptuously, "What's the matter, do you want to regret it now?"

Han Chunming was so squeezed that he had to stand up, but when he was about to speak, Zhou Chen also stood up suddenly, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, stopping him.

"Zhou Chen, you..." Han Chunming looked at Zhou Chen in astonishment.

Zhou Chen smiled at him, then turned to face Cheng Jianjun on the stage.

Cheng Jianjun also saw this scene, and he looked at Zhou Chen with disdain: "Why, Zhou Chen, do you want to stand up for Chunming? Oh, I almost forgot, Chunming might be your brother-in-law in the future, brother-in-law stands up for him, It is also reasonable.”

Zhou Chen's face darkened instantly, and Han Chunming was also angry.

Cheng Jianjun asked him to call him Lord, at most he felt ashamed, but now Cheng Jianjun actually called his second sister, which made him unbearable.

He wanted to speak, but Zhou Chen still held him down.

Many educated youths in the hall also felt that something was wrong. Cheng Jianjun's seemingly joking words were actually ugly.

However, many people glanced back and forth at Zhou Chen and Han Chunming with strange eyes.

The hall became quiet, and everyone looked at Zhou Chen, Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun.

Zhou Chen looked stern, and his eyes were cold: "Cheng Jianjun, you should understand the truth that disaster comes from your mouth."

Zhou Chen's threat made Cheng Jianjun feel even more upset. He smiled disdainfully and said, "Why, am I wrong? Chunming, I'm willing to admit defeat. I'm still waiting for you to call me Lord, don't you really want it?" Do you regret it?"

Han Chunming's face was ugly. This time he really lost the bet, and he couldn't refute it.

He couldn't refute it, but Zhou Chen wouldn't let Cheng Jianjun do what he wanted.

"Cheng Jianjun, don't you say you have a thick skin, and the one you played just now is also called a piece of music? Do you really think that you are the only one here who knows how to play the piano?"

Cheng Jianjun was very upset, and asked with disdain: "Zhou Chen, what do you mean by that? Could it be that you can also play the piano?"

Zhou Chen sneered: "I'm ashamed to say that you have worked in the piano factory for two years, and you only have such a level? To the layman, it seems to be smooth, but the whole piece, from the beginning to the end, you have appeared I made 26 mistakes, with this level, I am ashamed to say that I can play the piano, and I still have the face to let Chunming call you master?"

Cheng Jianjun was dumbfounded, not only him, but also many educated youths present, because they didn't even realize that there was something wrong with Cheng Jianjun's playing.

Also 26 mistakes, is this serious?

Han Chunming's eyes lit up immediately, and out of his absolute trust in Zhou Chen, he immediately said: "Cheng Jianjun, did you hear that, a piano piece only takes a few minutes, and you made 26 mistakes. Piano? If you know how to play the piano, then I can too, anyway, it’s just playing wrong, who can’t?”

Cheng Jianjun's face was livid: "Han Chunming, if you want to play tricks, just say it. Anyway, after I finish playing a piece, you should call me Lord; what's more, is what Zhou Chen said right? I think he just wants to To excuse you, that’s why I’m so nonsense, saying that what I played was all wrong, why didn’t others hear it, but you did?”

"Ha ha."

Zhou Chen smiled lightly, and did not argue with Cheng Jianjun, but said lightly: "It is easy to tell whether what I said is true or not. I will also play it at the same night in the suburbs of Moscow for everyone to listen to." , and then let everyone make an evaluation to see if I’m right.”

Having seen Cheng Jianjun's dislike for Mao Tutu, he immediately booed: "I think it's okay, it's a mule or a horse, pull it out for a walk, Cheng Jianjun, you don't dare to listen, do you?"

"Joke, I don't dare? Why don't I dare? I just think that some people really don't keep their promises, backtrack on their promises, and are willing to bet and refuse to admit defeat."

Cheng Jianjun's face was full of displeasure. There were so many people here, and he found that there were more people facing Han Chunming than those facing him.

The more this happened, the more unconvinced he was, and the more he wanted to embarrass Han Chunming.

No, at this time, one more Zhou Chen will be added to embarrass the two of them together.

Seeing this, Yang Huajian clapped loudly and shouted: "Okay, if that's the case, then let Zhou Chen sing us another song, "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow, Su Meng, I'll trouble you to sing it again, is that okay?"

Su Meng replied without hesitation: "Of course there is no problem."

Zhou Chen frowned slightly. He didn't want to cooperate with Su Meng at all, but he glanced at Han Chunming who was beside him with an expectant face, and he could only sigh.

So he stopped talking and went straight to the stage. Under Cheng Jianjun's gloomy gaze, he went straight to the piano and sat down.

The next moment, Zhou Chen suddenly said to Han Chunming, "Chunming, take off your clothes and give them to me."

"what?"

Han Chunming was stunned.

"Ah what, hurry up."

Han Chunming didn't know what Zhou Chen was doing. After thinking about it, he obediently took off the outer shirt and handed it to Zhou Chen. As for himself, only the second vest was left inside, which made him quite uncomfortable. Awkward.

Zhou Chen took Han Chunming's shirt, rolled it into a ball, and wiped it on the piano keys.

Good guy.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Jianjun's eyes were red. As for the others, they all looked at Zhou Chen in disbelief.

The corners of Han Chunming's mouth twitched, and he secretly glanced at Cheng Jianjun, only to find that his face was livid and his lips were trembling.

Even if Zhou Chen didn't look at Cheng Jianjun's expression, he knew how bad he was in a bad mood now, and what was more shameful was what he said later.

"Sorry, I'm a bit of a clean freak, and I'm not used to using things that other people have used."

As he said, he had finished wiping, and then threw the clothes to Han Chunming: "This clothes is dirty, you can't wear it anymore, throw it away, and I will pay you another one later."

Han Chunming cooperated with a smile and said, "Okay, no problem, I'll throw it away right away."

It is too insulting to have to wipe with dirty clothes when there are piano wipes that are not used. This is what most people think at the moment.

Just now they felt that Cheng Jianjun's persecution of Han Chunming was already too much, but looking at Zhou Chen's actions now, it is completely incomparable.

But no one stopped them. They had already made a fuss to such an extent that it was useless to persuade them at this time.

"I'm ready."

Hearing Zhou Chen's words, Yang Huajian immediately pulled Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun off the stage.

When Cheng Jianjun came down, his eyes were still staring at Zhou Chen, with those eyes, he wanted to swallow Zhou Chen.

Su Meng turned her head and made a ready gesture to Zhou Chen, and then patiently waited for Zhou Chen to play.

It's just that she was not at peace in her heart. She felt that Cheng Jianjun was a sinister villain, but Zhou Chen seemed even more ruthless.

Zhou Chen's expression became serious. As an excellent musical instrument master, the piano has an extraordinary meaning to him. As long as he sits in front of the piano, he can quickly enter the state.

"..."

It's not a professional recital, so Zhou Chen didn't need to tune it, and just got started.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded in the empty hall.

It's the same piano piece, but Zhou Chen's start is obviously different from Cheng Jianjun's.

Even though everyone is a layman, after listening for a while, it is obvious that Zhou Chen's playing is better and smoother than Cheng Jianjun's.

"Hey, it seems that the bullets are indeed better than Cheng Jianjun's."

Su Meng also obviously felt the difference. After the rhythm started, she immediately entered the state and began to sing.

"In the garden late at night, everything is quiet..."

In the past few minutes, most people were intoxicated by Zhou Chen's performance and Su Meng's singing. This time, there were no dancers, and everyone was listening carefully.

There was only one person, Cheng Jianjun, with a particularly ugly expression, his hands clenched tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

He has learned the piano, and he can clearly tell how good Zhou Chen's playing is than others.

With the level shown by Zhou Chen, he was instantly killed.

After playing a song, there was more enthusiastic applause than before. Many people applauded loudly, among which Han Chunming's voice was the loudest.

"It's so nice, it's really so nice."

"I thought Cheng Jianjun played well just now, but after listening to Zhou Chen's playing, I just want to say that there is still a gap between people."

"That's right, I wanted to say it before, Cheng Jianjun's stumbling, it's okay to fool us laymen, but compared with Zhou Chen, it's heaven and earth."

"That's right, looking at Zhou Chen's level, he didn't make it just now, but Cheng Jianjun is lucky, he can play the piano, so he thinks he's so great."

Cheng Jianjun, who was already in an extremely calm mood, heard these comments, and the anger in his chest seemed to burn him up.

"Wow!"

Cheng Jianjun stood up suddenly, the chair behind him made a screeching sound, and then fell over.

"Cheng Jianjun, what are you doing?" Mao Tutu didn't miss this opportunity to mock Cheng Jianjun, and asked with a smile.

Cheng Jianjun's face was livid, he suppressed his anger, and said bluntly: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the strange eyes around him, he lowered his head and quickly left the hall.

(End of this chapter)