My Master is Lin Zhengying

He clasped his fists to everyone in the audience, and then sat down in front of the piano.

He first took a deep breath and sorted out his music scores in his mind.

The scene has fallen into silence.

They are all looking forward to Nan Chen playing.

Everyone's eyes fell on Nan Chen's fingers.

We are all looking forward to his first note.

Nan Chen paused for 30 seconds, and finally moved.

Fingers, pressed a few times indiscriminately.

"Boom, dang, beep..."

Several irregular murmurs.

Those present were all celebrities from Renjia Town.

Not to mention those who understand music, even those who don't understand music can tell that the sound is strumming.

"Huh? Did he play it wrong?"

"Such a messy opening sound..."

"This Nan Chen, I'm afraid he can't!"

"..."

In the lobby, the guests have already started talking quietly.

Ren Tingting, Jian Zhen, and Qiu Sheng Wencai gave a "click" in their hearts.

Secret channel is bad.

It looks like Nan Chen, Nan Chen really doesn't know how to play?

But Zhang Shan next to him became excited.

He thought he had won.

Now is the best time to slap Nan Chen in the face.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shan had no scruples, and laughed on the spot:

"Hahaha, stop listening.

What did this kid play wrong? He didn't know how to play it at all.

Just jumping around.

Nan Chen, don't be ashamed, get out! "

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Chapter 110 Nine Amazing Four Seats

Zhang Shan's loud roar attracted all the guests present.

And his words made everyone present frown at Nan Chen.

One of the celebrity masters even rolled his eyes:

"This kid doesn't know how to play at all, so what's the point of playing?"

"Hey! Pastor Maria, let him come down!"

"Dean Maria, don't let the random music played by this kind of person insult the Church of the Holy Spirit..."

"..."

These celebrities also began to attack.

Because of Nan Chen's random tones, they were uncomfortable.

First of all, Nan Chen's status is too low.

In the eyes of these people, they are inferior people.

They are celebrities, wealthy, and upper-class people.

None of them can play the piano, or have even touched it.

Now, let an inferior person play it to them, and I feel somewhat conflicted in my heart.

This idea is exactly the same as Zhang Shan.

After all, in this world.

People are not equal.

Dean Maria was also at a loss.

Just now he heard that the nun simply said.

Nan Chen can play the piano, let him come up and play a piece.