At this moment, a virtual roulette wheel appeared in front of Yang Feng, with five major categories. The golden pointer began to slowly rotate and then slowly stopped in the skills category.
"When emotions arise within, they are expressed in words; when words are insufficient, sighs and lamentations suffice."
"Ding-dong—Congratulations, host, you have acquired master-level [Dance] skills: street dance, modern dance, sword dance, jazz dance, folk dance, classical dance, pole dance..."
"Automatically activated [Dance] profession, current level: Master. The profession level system is divided into: Apprentice, Proficient, Expert, Master, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Dance God, with the highest level being Dance God!"
Yang Feng's lips twitched slightly, and he unconsciously rolled his eyes, cursing the system in his heart: What's the use of giving me a dance skill? I need sheet music for other songs right now.
"Beep beep, host, you can exchange the low-level scroll for a lottery scroll and continue the lottery," the system announced.
"Oh... there's such a thing?" Yang Feng's mind raced, and he quickly conveyed his thoughts.
“I already told you that yesterday,” the system said.
"Then let's quickly convert it into a lottery scroll and start the lottery!" Yang Feng thought to himself with amusement.
"Beep beep, the career scroll is starting to convert, you have obtained a lottery scroll."
"Start the lottery—"
The roulette wheel reappeared, and the golden pointer began to spin rapidly across five different colored areas. Yang Feng stared intently at it, leaving those around him looking at each other in bewilderment.
The woman in the cheongsam, Xiao Mo, smiled slightly. When he came at noon, he also sat on the piano for a minute or two before starting, perhaps preparing for something. As a woman, she didn't know much about piano, so she stood quietly at the entrance of the coffee shop.
The pointer finally stopped in this special type area, and a golden book popped out, entered Yang Feng's head, and turned into air.
Special characteristics.
"Ding-dong—Congratulations, host, you have won a prize in a lottery for all the albums and songs by four Chinese singers from another timeline Earth. They are Zhou Moumou… Wu Moumou… Xue Moumou… Li Moumou…"
Many musical songs appeared before Yang Feng's eyes, spinning and being etched into his mind as if he knew them very well, but his head was a little throbbing.
Then, Yang Feng was stunned by the dazzling array of songs inside. These songs were far superior to any he had ever heard before.
Yang Feng closed his clear eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had found a song, and his fingers began to dance lightly on the black and white piano keys, as a series of melancholic melodies flowed out.
The song is "Half".
Let's part ways amicably and wish each other happiness.
As he played the melody, many coffee shop customers perked up their ears and gradually began to listen. Some customers didn't pay much attention, took a sip of coffee, and continued scrolling through their WeChat Moments.
Yang Feng couldn't help but think that these melodies alone couldn't bring out the full potential of the song.
So he decided to give it a try, attempting to adjust his voice and lower it.
Although he's not a very good singer, he has to give it a try now.
So mundane, so deliberately making things difficult for oneself... So regrettable, the abandoned one has no comedic appeal... Like being surrounded by people, especially unable to let go... Everyone is hoping the character will be bad, so as not to wrong the talented...
He adjusted his voice to a deep tone, and although it might not sound as good as the original and he didn't quite get the high notes right, Yang Feng was doing his best.
At this moment, almost everyone in the coffee shop stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on Yang Feng.
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Chapter 19 Xia Family
It's like being surrounded by people and feeling particularly restrained... Everyone's expecting the character to be bad so as not to waste the talent... Don't expect hurtful words to become gentle... And don't reveal that a movie with spoilers is bad... How painful it is to have someone over the wall laughing at you...
Yang Feng's eyes began to deepen, becoming rich and affectionate. His deep voice rang out slowly, and his fingers danced flawlessly across the black and white piano keys like elves.
He didn't sing any high notes, but everyone around him was stunned, as if they were witnessing a story of a broken relationship that could never be mended.
Many people felt a pang of sadness; they too had experienced heartbreak, and this melancholy permeated the coffee shop. A strange sadness crept in.
Some girls, whose hearts were as delicate as crystal, had already burst into tears, lying face down on the table with their heads buried in their hands.
Yang Feng's fingers began to dance rapidly across the black and white keys of the piano, and his emotions began to rise.
I could bear half the burden of our separation... but I insist on destroying all goodwill... appearing perfectly content in my solitude... my affected expression makes me feel incredibly awkward... but how can you calculate feelings...?
Xiao Mo, a woman in a cheongsam, stood at the doorway, listening to the melody and singing. Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and a clear tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the floor. An unexpected pain shot through her heart.
Warmth, tenderness, sadness...
Then, Yang Feng began to sing in a low, soft voice, bringing the final chapter to a close at this moment.
The hands gently moved slowly across the black and white keys, gradually slowing down until they stopped as the song began.
The entire coffee shop fell silent. Many people were saddened and wiped tears from the corners of their eyes with their fingers.
Sparse applause rang out continuously in the coffee shop. Many female college students had slightly reddened eyes, their gazes sparkling as they looked at Yang Feng in front of the piano.
He now resembles a dashing young man, his elegant demeanor captivating all who behold him.
This is very likely a unique quality created from the foundation of the piano.
Wu Miaoyin, who was in the office, couldn't sit still any longer. She came out and began to listen carefully. She was among the applause. She had never seen such a young boy with such high musical talent, and she had never heard this song before.
Did he create it himself?! That's too amazing!
For the next piece, Yang Feng paused to prepare before playing his own composition, "Floating Life Dream."
Wu Miaoyin had no time to think about whether he was a freak or not. Holding a cup of white coffee, she sat down at the black table and listened to his playing.
However, he didn't sing this song, "Fleeting Dream," but instead played it slowly on the piano, which still attracted many customers.