Dragon Soul Agent

Ye Zifeng had always been known as the little madman. This was because he was different from the masses and did not follow the normal route. His way of thinking and actions had always been very strange, and ordinary people were simply unable to see through it.

Now, in the midst of the intense competition that was Zhonghai Art Academy, Ye Zifeng openly took out a cigarette and lit it up. His actions were extremely natural and elegant, to the point that even Mo Lan, who was watching from the side, was stunned.

Even though she was smoking, Ye Zifeng's playing rhythm was not interrupted in the slightest. At this moment, Mo Lan and all the students in the piano's great classroom saw that Ye Zifeng's hands could actually dance around on the piano as if it were flying with a single move.

Smoke curled up around him as the music continued. This amazing technique shocked everyone in the piano's classroom.

Even Ouyang Baanruo was confused when she saw this, she was extremely shocked in her heart.

One must know that Ouyang Baanruo was a man who hated smoking the most. Under her and Ye Zifeng's rules, not smoking in a villa was clearly written in the contract regulations.

However, the current Ouyang Baanruo was extremely infatuated with her. Looking at Ye Zifeng who was smoking and playing the zither at the same time, not only did she not seem disgusted at all, she even felt that she was rather handsome.

Of course, Ouyang Baanruo was not the only one who felt the same way in the piano's classroom.

Some of the girls even picked up their phones to start shooting this "touching" scene. As they were shooting, they would cry out in infatuation, "So cool!"

Let alone these ignorant girls, even Mo Lan, who was standing at the very front of the stage, was intimidated by them. Her beautiful eyes stared straight at Ye Zifeng, unable to move a single inch.

In the entire piano room, the only person who was angry at Ye Zifeng was Zhang Qiang.

At that moment, Zhang Qiang raised his head from time to time, looking at the piano stand that was shrouded in smoke, he gritted his teeth fiercely. In Zhang Qiang's opinion, for Ye Zifeng to smoke at this moment and only use one hand to play the zither, that was an extreme humiliation and disrespect to himself. Towards this, Zhang Qiang gnashed his teeth in anger.

"I'll let you pretend, brat. I'll let you pretend again …"

The current Zhang Qiang seemed to have started to explode with a small universe, as he completely disregarded everything. A tune appeared in his mind, and Zhang Qiang then played some sort of tune.

On the other side, Ye Zifeng didn't even need to look at Zhang Qiang's expression, he could already tell what Zhang Qiang was thinking just from his music.

"Heh heh, I can't take it anymore. Looks like this Zhang Qiang fellow's measuring device is only so-so!"

"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore. This duel is over!"

After thinking about it, Ye Zifeng's brows knitted, and he immediately threw away the cigarette in his hand, pressing both hands on the piano once again. That speed was extremely fast, so fast that it made one's hair stand on end.

The loud and clear sound of the melody shook the area, directly covering Zhang Qiang's voice. Immediately after, Ye Zifeng's hands congealed, and the sound of the piano underwent a strange change.

Immediately, the entire piano room fell silent once more. Everyone felt Ye Zifeng's horn for retaliation.

had always been shooting at him, so no matter how much Ye Zifeng followed, it was now different. The attacking and defending posture had been reversed.

Gazing at the side of Ye Zifeng's face that had suddenly become serious, Ouyang Baanruo was unable to extricate herself for a while, as if his eyes were already deeply immersed inside, and she was unable to move them away no matter what.

The same situation naturally happened on Mo Lan's face.

Ye Zifeng's hands were getting faster and faster, while Zhang Qiang's side inexplicably felt strenuous. Even though they were barely able to follow him, their tempo was getting slower and slower, and the students of the piano department seated there were obviously able to hear the overlapping between the two tunes.

Obviously, Zhang Qiang was already starting to find it difficult to keep up with his pace.

"What the hell are his hands made of? Are they mechanical? How can they bounce so fast?!"

Zhang Qiang muttered in his heart as he followed, but no matter what, he couldn't find the rhythm to continue.

Seeing that Zhang Qiang's tempo was getting further and further away from his own, Ye Zifeng suddenly smiled gloomily and said: "Alright, goodbye, Zhang Qiang!"

As he said that, Ye Zifeng's hands did not slow down at all, he only changed the speed of his movements midway.

Following the start of Ye Zifeng's song, Zhang Qiang was completely dumbfounded. The current Zhang Qiang had a face full of bewilderment and foolishness, his hands could not help but tremble, as if he wanted to follow behind and play, but was unable to move.

After Ye Zifeng's melodious melody sounded out, Mo Lan and Ouyang Baanruo were both stunned, their expressions full of disbelief.

Mo Lan was silent for a long while, then said in disbelief, "This is not a piano piece, this is, this is an ancient zither piece, wide, wide open scattered …"

Saying that, Mo Lan helplessly took two steps back, she once again looked at Ye Zifeng who was in front of him with eyes of worship, that kind of strange gaze made him wish she could open her mouth and swallow a few eggs.

The guqin and the piano were both musical instruments, but one was from the East while the other was from the West. Especially the zither, it was known as the most difficult instrument to control in Eastern history because compared to the piano, there were less notes. The entire zither only had five strings, so it was also called the zither. The zither only had five main notes, and they were called the Feathered Palace Merchant.

Therefore, using the piano to play the zither was relatively easier, but this Grand Dominance San was not a piano piece, so even if Zhang Qiang wanted to break his brain, he would not be able to play Ye Zifeng's rhythm!

However, listening to the melodious zither sounds, Mo Lan was speechless for a while, because Ye Zifeng actually used the piano to play the zither's simple yet heavy feeling, he really had seen a ghost …

A piano piece of ancient zither music finally came to an end in this way, leaving everyone tongue-tied.

And at this moment, Ye Zifeng was even more so, leisurely stood up from the side of the piano, and walked to the center of the stage step by step once again.

"Zhang Qiang, how was it? It seems that I've won this Zither Training Competition!"

The current Ye Zifeng had a completely victorious attitude. Zhang Qiang, on the other hand, was like a rooster who had lost in battle. This was especially so for the last song, the Grand Dominance Powder. Although it was not a piano music, it was still music, and thinking about how he had shouted that no one knew anything about music, if Zhang Qiang were to turn his head to look at him now, he was afraid that he was the one who was sitting in the well and watching the sky.

As he stood up helplessly, Zhang Qiang drooped his head and did not try to play any tricks. He admitted defeat and said to Ye Zifeng: "If you win, I admit defeat!"

After saying that, Zhang Qiang went back to his seat dejectedly.

Just at that moment, the bell outside the window rang, reminding everyone that it was time to end class. Although everyone was still wishing for it, as a teacher, Mo Lan stood in front of the stage and announced, "Class is over!"

However, the current Mo Lan was not in a hurry to leave, and instead, her gentle and beautiful eyes swept across the Ye Zifeng at the side of the stage. After that, she turned twice, and seemingly spoke while feeling extremely excited: "Ye Zifeng, come to my office!"

Hearing Mo Lan's summons, Ye Zifeng's face immediately revealed a bitter smile, and Ouyang Baanruo who was seated down, suddenly felt her heart tensing up.