"Wow, that's amazing! How am I supposed to learn that?" Yoona pouted backstage.
The judges below the stage nodded to themselves; his piano playing always had a refreshing quality.
The singing and piano music complemented each other.
Lin Yoona cupped her face in her hands, staring intently at Yang Feng on the LCD screen. Suddenly, she noticed a trace of melancholy and sorrow, along with a hint of sadness, flash across his otherwise calm face…
Suddenly, she felt a pang of pain in her heart. She wondered if her girlfriend had done something to hurt him, which was why he sang with such genuine emotion.
"I don't want to quit smoking and become sad—"
This song, about quitting smoking, expresses a boy's longing for a girl, and it resonates deeply with many.
The contestants backstage seemed to feel a sense of despair, asking themselves if they could ever reach that level—that state of being.
"Impossible! How could this man have such amazing musical choreographing skills?!"
Li Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with shock. He simply couldn't believe that this cold-faced man was so strong.
That's incredibly strong!
Remembering the sarcastic remarks I made to him backstage, my face flushed red. No wonder he could act so arrogantly; it turns out he had the ability to do so.
The song ended.
Yang Feng sat down at the piano, sighed deeply, and finally felt much better. He stood up and faced the judges below the stage.
He didn't speak.
They remained silent, seemingly still savoring the music they had just heard.
"Your name is Yang Feng, right? You are very beautiful. We already know your score. However, I would like to ask, who did you learn your piano skills from? Your finger techniques are so profound."
Just then, Da Vinci quickly recovered, her eyes sparkling, and picked up the microphone.
"Self-taught." Yang Feng replied casually. He didn't have a music teacher to teach him to play the piano; it was all thanks to the system's profession and skills that were passed down and imprinted in his mind.
If I absolutely had to name a teacher, it would be this magical system.
"Self-taught?" "Impossible!"
Upon hearing this, the six judges gasped in astonishment.
"Could it be that our China is about to produce a musical genius like Beethoven?"
Da Vinci made eye contact with the five judges and unconsciously began to speak.
“It’s very likely,” one of the male judges nodded.
To learn to play the piano without a teacher and to have such high finger dexterity requires not only a lot of hard work but also exceptional talent.
"Yang Feng, I see from your resume and application form that you seem to be a senior high school student about to enter university, right?"
Da Vinci, holding the white A4 resume on the table, smiled slightly and looked at Yang Feng.
"Mm," Yang Feng nodded in reply.
"Are you interested in coming to the First Conservatory of Music in Beijing? It's a university, and it's much better than many good universities. We can give you a chance to get in without taking the entrance exam. If you agree, you'll be a student at that music conservatory when the university starts!"
Da Vinci had a faint smile on her face and gently extended her hand.
She believed this was an opportunity she couldn't refuse, because the First Conservatory of Music in Beijing was only slightly inferior to Yenching University and Tsinghua University in Wudaokou, and it was a school that specialized in training musical talents. Countless music students would fight tooth and nail to get into this school.
"I'm not interested," Yang Feng shook his head, directly refusing.
"Huh? Not interested?" Upon hearing this, Da Vinci's lips twitched, her smile instantly froze, and she blurted out unconsciously.
"Yes, I already have a university in mind, so I can only apologize for your offer of admission through the civil service examination."
A trace of sadness crossed Yang Feng's face again, but he quickly recovered and said.
Back in high school, I often saw his deskmate Han Shilan's thick notebooks filled with handwriting written in fountain pen.
Tsinghua University in Wudaokou
Therefore, he already understood.
"Well, alright then, you probably already guessed your score. Congratulations on getting an A grade. If I could, I'd like to give you an A+."
Da Vinci smiled again and took the microphone.
"Hehe, I think so."
Yang Feng smiled slightly, glanced at the moving camera not far away, and replied.
"Alright, we're looking forward to your next performance. Now, please welcome the next contestant, number 12..."
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Backstage, Yang Feng listened to the increase in the number of fans in his mind and unconsciously shook his head. It was still too few; it was only a little over 80 at the moment.
But he already knows how to gain followers.
"Yang Feng, I didn't expect you to play the piano better than me. I always thought that no one my age could compare to me, but it seems that there are always people better than you, and there is always something beyond your reach."
When Lin Yoona saw Yang Feng walk into the backstage area, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and with a smile on her face, she stepped forward and stood in front of him, saying something.
"Hmm..." Yang Feng glanced at her, nodded almost imperceptibly, and walked towards the backstage door. The performance was over, and he didn't want to waste any more time here.