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But just talk about fake moves, since it's an exchange in the piano department, it's natural to go up and practice.

As the saying goes, there is no first place in literature, and no second in martial arts.

It's communication, but who doesn't want to overwhelm the other party?

The first few rounds were okay, they were all common songs, but the smell of gunpowder had already faintly emerged.

But this round, Berkeley actually came up with a new song?

If Su Meng were here, he would definitely yell at the imperialists for their desire to persecute me!

This is obviously hiding, trying to be caught off guard at the last moment.

Wu Guangren was an old man, so he naturally saw this.

But he just nodded, but the expression on his face didn't change at all.

Come on, who is afraid of whom?

We are not unprepared!

……

This piano piece called "Blooming Wildflowers" is not long.

But when he played, it surprised many people.

It seems... a bit fast!

Not long after, Crofts stood up and bowed gracefully.

"My performance is over, please teachers and students appreciate it!"

Wu Guangren raised his hand and politely gave him applause.

Suddenly there was warm applause in the concert hall.

The applause stopped, and a middle-aged man stood up from among the Berkeley teachers, with a smug face, and said to Wu Guangren.

"Mr. Wu, this is the piece I just finished not long ago."

"You are an internationally renowned pianist, what do you think of this piece?"

Wu Guangren nodded with approval on his face.

"Mr. Ferdinand is an internationally renowned master piano composer. This piece is really extraordinary."

"Although it is fast, it is messy but not chaotic. It is a rare and good piece of music."

"It's like countless flowers blooming in a sea of ​​flowers."

"Although it looks chaotic, there is an overall harmonious beauty."

The pride on Ferdinand's face grew even heavier.

"Teacher Wu is right."

"This is the inspiration that I once triggered while admiring the scenery."

"It's one of the most satisfying works I've done so far."

"You don't have to be polite, Mr. Wu, you can point it out if you are not satisfied."

Wu Guangren nodded slightly and continued.

"It's still pretty good."

"Especially because there are more elements of showing off skills, it is most suitable to be used as an etude for the students."

Student etude?

The students of the Imperial Conservatory of Music suppressed their laughter one by one.

Mr. Wu is also bad. What is the etude of the students?

Ferdinand also heard this, and his expression suddenly turned a little ugly.

"Mr. Wu, then I want to know, what do the students of the Imperial Conservatory of Music usually use as etudes?"

Wu Guangren smiled slightly and said lightly.

"Jian Mingcheng!"

"Teacher!" A student stood up in the crowd and said respectfully.

He is also one of the players in this exchange.

He also appeared in the last time when Su Meng came to smash the scene.

"How is Teacher Su's "Flight of the Bumblebee" doing?"

Jian Mingcheng's face suddenly drooped.

"Teacher, this piece is still too difficult for me."

"After practicing for so long, I can only play seven or eight times."

"Seven or eight points, almost." Wu Guangren didn't mind.

The progress of the students is under his control.

"Since you are here to communicate, then you should practice this song."

"Good teacher!" Jian Mingcheng walked onto the stage and said to the audience.

"My friends from afar, I am Jian Mingcheng, a student of the Piano Department of the Imperial Conservatory of Music."

"Next, I will play "Flight of the Bumblebee"."

"This is also a piece written by a teacher in our school."

Also a new song?Is it also a song written by the school teacher?

Everyone in Berkeley was taken aback for a moment.

Is this too coincidental?

On the stage, Jian Mingcheng has already started playing.

He can represent the Piano Department of the Imperial Conservatory of Music, and his level is naturally extraordinary.

He has been practicing this piece for two months, and he is quite proficient.

On the black and white keys, ten fingers danced, and afterimages were drawn.

There seemed to be dozens of wild bees flying from the black and white keys and flying all over the concert hall.

Seeing this scene, everyone in Berkeley was dumbfounded.

They are all connoisseurs, how could they not see the cruelty of this song?

……

Bai Xiaoling in the back row burst into laughter suddenly.

Seeing the curiosity on Hu Zhengyuan's face, he explained.

"Teacher, look at the song "Blooming Wild Flowers" from Berkeley."

"Ms. Su came to the song "Flight of the Bumblebee"."

"Wild bees specialize in picking flowers. Isn't that so interesting?"

"Yes." Hu Zhengyuan glanced at her meaningfully, and said leisurely.

"It seems that Su Meng is very good at picking flowers."

Bai Xiaoling subconsciously shook his head, just as he was about to refute, he suddenly stopped.

It seems that something is not right.

……

After the song was played, Jian Mingcheng stood up slowly.

Before he could speak, Ferdinand had already stood up, his face a bit unhappy.

"This round, we Berkeley lost!"

"No matter in terms of technique, difficulty, speed, etc., this song is... better than mine."

He is also an expert, so he naturally understands the gap, so he simply admits defeat and looks a bit bachelor.

Everyone at the scene nodded, isn't this obvious?

On the contrary, Wu Guangren shook his head slightly and said calmly.

"It's just an academic exchange. How can there be any victory or defeat?"

"Everyone learns and makes progress together. This is the main purpose of communication."

But he did not get any response to his gestures.

Ferdinand continued.

"Since your school has such an excellent song, we can no longer keep it secret."

"Some time ago, teachers from the Piano Composition Department of our school teamed up to make a piece called "The King of Piano."

"The performance of this piece is extremely difficult. Even in our school, only a few teachers from the piano department can present it perfectly."

"¨In the next round, Mr. Benedict, the leader of our Berkeley exchange group, will personally perform this piece!"

what?

Everyone at the scene was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into warm applause.

Benedict, that is an internationally renowned performance master!

This time I was lucky enough to hear him perform in person?

And it's a new song?

But... "The King of Piano"?What a big breath!

Following the applause, a middle-aged man stood up and walked onto the stage slowly.

Sitting in front of the piano, the whole person's momentum is different.

He took a deep breath, and quickly flew his fingers over the black and white keys.

As soon as the song came out, the entire concert hall suddenly entered a state of frenzy.

It seems that countless notes flew out of the keyboard at the same time, and then formed a big net.

Cover everyone in the net, and the strangled people can't breathe.

"Berklee College of Music really lives up to its reputation."

While Wu Guangren was tasting the piece, he secretly admired it.

But... is our Imperial Conservatory of Music bad?

……

After the song was played, there was a burst of applause at the scene.

Benedict stood up, bowed slightly, and said lightly.

"This piece of music is extremely difficult. We use this piece of music to communicate, and it is indeed a bit invincible."

In the words, he has already placed himself in the position of the winner.

"Hehe." Wu Guangren stood up slowly.

"Coincidentally, the teacher in our school, in addition to writing "Flight of the Bumble Bee", also has a song "Bell"!"

"Since Mr. Benedict made the move himself, let me have a chat."

What?Wu Guangren actually wanted to do it himself?

The students of the Imperial Conservatory of Music suddenly became excited and burst into warm applause.

On the contrary, everyone in Berkeley was taken aback.

What if you make a move?

What do you use against our "King of Piano"?