on the stage.

A clear melody floats out from the piano, appearing soft.

Like a village under the sun, undisturbed by the outside world.

And, just at this moment.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm, and his fingers... suddenly paused.

There was a click and it stopped suddenly.

Professor Liang shook his head again. If this was his student, I'm afraid... he would be punished.

During the performance on stage, I made a mistake...

next moment.

Chen Zongheng's fingertips played again!

But the melody is getting faster and faster!

The murderous aura continues to spread...

It seems that a war is about to break out!

The sudden killing changed everything. Over the peaceful and peaceful village, endless dark clouds rolled in, covering the world...!!

Everyone's breath is held involuntarily.

The violent and exciting melody roars in like a violent storm!

They seemed to feel it.

In the endless rolling yellow sand, countless people and horses are fighting crazily!

Roar, blood, killing, crying...

Shocking murderous intent is constantly erupting!

When everyone thought it was the peak, an even more exciting melody flowed from Chen Zongheng's fingertips!

Push the wave of music to its peak!

Chen Zongheng's hands seemed to have turned into phantoms!

At this moment, the hearts of all the spectators in the audience seemed to be tightly clenched, making it difficult to breathe.

It seems that the smoke of war and the tragic scene of corpses wrapped in horse leather emerge before our eyes...

The moment the music suddenly started playing, Professor Liang's expression changed!

Such an immersive performance is close to reality!

In his entire life, he had only seen such a high level of performance from world-renowned masters...!!

How old is the person in front of you?

Regardless of the level of skill, just the way to promote emotions makes him feel unparalleled!

If he were not watching on the stage, he would even think that this is some master performing on the stage!

Professor Liang's hands were trembling slightly.

Just by what they showed at this time, the people on the stage were enough to rank among the top ten in the world!

Offstage.

No matter under the autumn frost, there are still Xiao Rongyu and Zhou Ruotong.

There was unconcealable shock on her pretty face!

Beautiful eyes are full of brilliant colors!

Such a man is simply... so charming!

Zhou Ruotong secretly made up his mind: "One day, I must let him accept me...!!"

Behind the scenes, Yuan Li's pretty face was full of complex expressions.

But, at this time.

The roaring sound that seemed like an endless killing spree came to an abrupt end.

Half a moment.

Chen Zongheng's fingertips trembled slightly.

Buzz…

There is a long resting sound that hums endlessly.

at this time.

Countless people in the audience were still in a state of sluggishness.

I haven't recovered from the melody just now.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were indifferent, but he could not hide a hint of loneliness.

In my mind, a smiling face lingers.

The song he played was about the past.

Ren Jie......

How are you?

When Ren Jie was attacked and killed, Chen Zongheng was so angry that he started a massacre!

until now!

He never stopped killing the church!

Chen Zongheng stood up and left slowly.

And, until then.

Only then did all the audience break free from the complicated and unspeakable emotions!

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the entire auditorium!

At the same time, there were countless girls with disappointment in their eyes.

In the center of the snowy stage, a figure wearing a black suit plays the piano elegantly...

That scene was deeply imprinted in their minds and they could not get rid of it.

If the family members were not still around, I am afraid that many girls could not hold themselves back and wanted to ask for Chen Zongheng's phone number.

Chen Zongheng's footsteps suddenly stopped.

I saw an old man with hair as white as snow walking over.

Next to him, there were several younger instructors.

This is Professor Liang, the head of the Music Department of Fuxing University.

"My little friend, I wonder what the name of the song you are playing is?"

Chen Zongheng put his hands behind his back, his eyes calm, and said: "Broken Formation Song."

"Okay, what a breaking piece!" Professor Liang's hands were trembling and he couldn't help but nod. "In my lifetime, I never thought that I would be able to appreciate the playing of such a master in Shanghai..."

Chen Zongheng looked calm, neither denying nor agreeing.

The royal family of a small country once offered him millions of euros to come and play a song at the Royal Concert Hall.

However, Chen Zongheng refused.

This... is just his little interest.

Next to him, several music department instructors looked at Chen Zongheng with awe and fear.

This is the first time for them to see such a young master.

But in this profession, what matters is talent, not seniority.

The song just played is like a general who is on a battle and looking down on the world. People can't help but feel deeply involved in it, and their emotions are impassioned.

If they were given another ten years, they would not be able to play such a piece of music!

Chen Zongheng said calmly: "I still have some things to do, so I won't accompany you."

After that, he turned and left.

Behind the scenes, Professor Liang and others all had complicated expressions.

Qiu Shuangxia had already run over. At this time, she naturally held Chen Zongheng's arm with a smile on her face.

"Uncle Chen, who was the person who just talked to you?"

…

not far away.
To be continued...