Dragon Soul Agent

Ye Zifeng's voice was extremely penetrating and filled with vigor, especially the solemn aura that he was giving off, made all the laughter in the piano room stop.

But this halt was only temporary, because everyone never expected that Ye Zifeng would still dare to spout such arrogant words at such a time. He was just boasting passionately about some small music path, what a joke.

Even Ouyang Baanruo, who was standing next to Ye Zifeng, felt that he had been utterly humiliated. Unhappily, he gouged out Ye Zifeng with his eyes and whispered: "Ye Zifeng, at this time, how could you die if you don't act tough!"

In the eyes of this group of piano students, Ye Zifeng was just a barbarian who came in the back door to pick up girls. For barbarians like Ye Zifeng, besides spending money to pick up girls, one should not know anything else, much less talk about noble music. So when they first saw the Director Yang personally sending Ye Zifeng to their doorstep, many people felt like Mo Lan was beneath them. This was the exclusive psychology of art students.

Now that they heard Ye Zifeng's arrogant and conceited speech, almost all the students of the piano department scoffed at him.

Not long after, the laughter in the classroom stopped and turned into ear-piercing sarcastic voices, "Little path? Ye Zifeng, don't pretend that you understand everything here. We have all studied piano since we were young, almost half of us are over the tenth level of the piano. Don't you find it funny that you said that music is a small path in front of us? "

The boy called Zhang Qiang opened his mouth once again and sneered coldly. His words even revealed a hint of arrogance and contempt for Ye Zifeng.

At this moment, many students of the piano department began to follow Zhang Qiang's instructions and started to attack him together, "That's right, that's right. In my opinion, he is just a nouveau riche who doesn't know anything. Relying on his connections, he came to our art academy to pick up girls. Why is he talking about music like this?

Instantly, everyone spoke their piece, their words piercing straight towards Ye Zifeng. Amongst them, the majority were naturally boys, because they couldn't beat Ye Zifeng, and didn't want to see Ye Zifeng snatching away their goddess in front of them. So, they could only use this kind of method to attack Ye Zifeng, making him look bad in the entire piano room.

However, Ye Zifeng did not seem to care about these students of the piano department trying to make things difficult for him.

Amidst loud laughter and insulting laughter, Ye Zifeng slowly spoke out," The Night Melody is a kind of piano solo genre invented by Xiao Bang, it has a gentle and peaceful nature, with silence and waves, and a hint of contemplation within its gentleness. Rubinstein's playing naturally pursues a kind of integrity and unity in a good rhythm. You forget when the music begins, but it ends before your intoxication is gone. "It's exactly like this that makes people look forward to it, yet feel reluctant to part with it …

Ye Zifeng's words were not directed towards the students in the piano's classroom, but towards Mo Lan's reply.

At this moment, although Ye Zifeng's speed of speech wasn't fast, it had a kind of shocking feeling. These words came out of Ye Zifeng's mouth bit by bit, penetrating the entire classroom's mocking. Even Mo Lan, who was standing at the front of the stage, was stunned.

Mo Lan was lecturing on Xiao Bang's serenade today.

The current Ye Zifeng was not looking at the textbook at all, as he used his own words to illustrate the night song.

Zhang Qiang, who was originally seated at the front of the class, was complacent and thought that he was trying to make a fuss out of it. However, as Ye Zifeng slowly elaborated on what was called a night song, what was called a night song, as well as the personal life, resume, and creative concept of a night song of Xiao Bang's, these things were all things that were not written in the textbooks. If one did not have the support of powerful extracurricular reading, they would not be able to say these words.

At this moment, the large piano room had unknowingly started to quiet down, including Mo Lan, as almost all of their gazes were focused on Ye Zifeng.

It was as if the current Ye Zifeng had replaced Mo Lan and became the lecturer for this class. Even Mo Lan herself, who was listening, nodded to herself. Even that baffling jealousy had unconsciously disappeared.

Ouyang Baanruo, who was sitting next to Ye Zifeng, was even more intoxicated by what she had heard. After all, Ye Zifeng's narration was not about carrying on another story, but rather, there were many small stories within it that Ouyang Baanruo had never heard of before.

Unknowingly, Ye Zifeng's lecture lasted more than 20 minutes, which took up almost half of the entire class' time, but to the other students, it could be said that they were not satisfied yet. Especially some girls, who had already started to turn around and stare at Ye Zifeng with eyes full of curiosity.

"To Chopin, the" warm-hearted German "was as stupid and ridiculous as Wessel. But perhaps the "imaginary picture" depicted by the German in the article was not his invention, but in Schumann's wake; for Schumann's article also refers to the second variation, "like a lovers chase," and the graceful descent of B is the "first kiss of a lover." Let the music speak for itself and not impose subjective imagination on the audience — that is Chopin's belief. " Let people guess "is a phrase that has a universal meaning for Chopin's work."

Ye Zifeng's fluent words suddenly stopped, and he looked at Mo Lan who was on stage with a smile.

"Miss Mo Lan, this is the serenade of Chopin and his. I have finished speaking. I wonder if Miss Mo Lan is satisfied … "

Mo Lan, who was on the stage, calmed her mind for a moment, and then smiled. Although she did not speak, Mo Lan raised both her hands, and continued to clap. And Mo Lan's action seemed to have attracted the entire audience's applause.

This applause was for Ye Zifeng, and it did not stop for a long time.

"Students, do you think Ye Zifeng's lecture is good?"

"Good!" This is too exciting! "

Mo Lan slightly nodded: "Yes, Teacher also felt that it was extremely interesting. It seems that some of our classmates had misunderstood Ye Zifeng. From Ye Zifeng's understanding of Xiao Bang, it seems that he was not a person who did not understand music. It looks like from teacher's point of view, we need to get to know Ye Zifeng! "

Taking advantage of the fact that Ye Zifeng's deafening voice was still resounding in her ears, Mo Lan did not spare any effort to wash the blood off Ye Zifeng's face. The majority of the students present also agreed with Mo Lan's reasoning.

However, right at this moment, the boy called Zhang Qiang suddenly stood up and raised a different opinion of himself: "Miss Mo Lan, I do not agree with your point of view."

"Ye Zifeng spoke very well just now, but that was all he said. As long as an ordinary person was knowledgeable and forced, it wouldn't be difficult for him to achieve such a feat. All that can be said with one's mouth are lies, and only what one has seen in his hands is true kung fu! "

Mo Lan glared at Zhang Qiang in annoyance, "Zhang Qiang, then what do you want Ye Zifeng to do?"

Zhang Qiang sneered, then turned to look at Ye Zifeng who was behind him, and said disdainfully: "Miss Mo Lan, if you want me, Zhang Qiang, to admit that is someone who understands music, that is, unless he dares to play with me!"

When Zhang Qiang's words came out, the entire classroom immediately burst into an uproar. Everyone was astonished as they revealed an excited and expectant expression.