"Number 130 —"
As a sound came from the music room, Yang Feng stood up, shook his slightly sore and numb thighs, and walked inside.
"Keep it up!"
Yoona waved her little fist, gave a smile, and said.
"Okay." Yang Feng nodded and walked into the music room. As soon as he entered, he saw a conspicuous piano in front of him, with four music teachers sitting beside it, three women and one man. They bowed to Yang Feng and said, "Hello, teachers, my name is Yang Feng."
"Okay, you can begin."
The music teacher, sitting on the far right, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and said in a somewhat cold tone.
Yang Feng glanced at her; she was probably close to forty years old and likely a seasoned music teacher.
Immediately, he sat down in front of the piano, closed his eyes, and stroked the black and white keys.
The four music teachers exchanged glances, their brows furrowing slightly as they looked at Yang Feng.
"Is he trying to find his footing? Haha, what era are we living in?"
The music teacher on the far right, who had just spoken, said with some disdain.
He already looked down on these students for participating in the preliminary selection process, thinking it was a waste of their time.
Do you really think you're great just because you've been learning piano since you were little?
Learning piano requires perseverance, but also talent!
but!
The next moment, a series of piano notes, like butterflies about to take flight, fluttered their graceful wings and filled the entire music room, the flowing notes expressing romantic sentiments.
The four music teachers had just lowered their heads to pick up their pens when they suddenly looked up, staring intently at Yang Feng's nimble hands, his fingertips dancing across the black and white keys like little elves.
Immediately afterwards, a melodious note drifted from Yang Feng's lips, accompanied by a tune.
The rain soaked the sky... a meticulously ruined scene... You said you didn't understand why we held hands at this time... I dried the silence...
The four music teachers couldn't help but close their eyes and begin to quietly savor the music.
This is the second time today that they have closed their eyes to enjoy the view.
Euphemistic and continuous.
These four words came to mind. Indeed, his voice was very pleasant, which was a key factor in his success, although some of his tones were not quite right.
After all, Yang Feng only gained a magical singing voice, but these issues are not a big deal.
"Could you give me the time it takes to sing a song... to hold that embrace tight and make it last forever..."
The four music teachers listened for about a minute, then the female teacher on the far right suddenly spoke up again:
"Okay, stop now, that's it."
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face was full of confusion.
"You played well, but you'd better practice the high notes more; it will make it even better. That's all for now. Go back and wait for our notification."
Her expression was calm as she slowly began to speak.
Yang Feng didn't know what to say. He glanced at the three teachers beside him, stood up, bowed again, and said:
"Thanks."
Just as Yang Feng finished speaking and was about to leave the music room, the male teacher sitting on the far left suddenly spoke up, with a hint of doubt in his voice:
"Wait a minute, I'd like to ask you, was the song you just sang composed by yourself?"
Does it matter?
Yang Feng suddenly turned around and shrugged.
"It's important, very important. If you wrote this song yourself, it will be of great help to you in the future."
The male teacher nodded solemnly and began to speak.
"Is that so?" Yang Feng smiled faintly, touched his nose, and then said, "This piece of music is not my own composition."
"It's not original, that's a bit of a shame."
The male teacher sighed and said:
"Who is the composer? Can you tell me?"
"Well."
Yang Feng was taken aback. He truly didn't know who the composer was, only that the song came from another time and space. So he spoke up:
"This song was given to me by a friend."
"Oh? Can you tell me who your friend is? I'd like to meet him."
The male teacher's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said.
Because this song is indeed good, and the arrangement is excellent.
"This is a bit inconvenient."