Chen Chong raised a finger and said, "Shhh--"

Then he closed his eyes, as if he was listening to some sound.

What to listen to?

Everyone became confused, and then they also listened, and they heard the sound of the gurgling spring.

In addition, even everyone's breathing sound subconsciously lowered.

There is nothing.

What is Chen Chong doing?

Because I didn't hear anything, I thought of Fang Zhiming's powerful painting skills, and everyone seemed to understand a little.

Chen Chong was deliberately pretending to be a fool, right?

Many people suddenly thought that he would not say, everyone, this spring water is the most wonderful music in the world, and it is also the gift I gave to Fairy Liu today.

This is not impossible.

Because of the painting that I know only by knowing my destiny, how could an ordinary piano play a song that could match it? He could only follow such a wrong way.

But this is really no different from admitting defeat.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous, thinking that Chen Chong was not very powerful, but his fate was stronger. He was really not as good as his character.

Moreover, today's fate test is just the first round, and it is just a comparison of life-scale skills. There are more fate skills competitions later, and Chen Chong may not be able to win.

Only by knowing that his accomplishments and wonderful ideas in this Moonlight Goddess Picture today, his cultivation in other life techniques will probably not be bad.

Just as everyone was silently despising Chen Chong in their hearts, Chen Chong slowly walked towards the spring.

When everyone saw Chen Chong's action, they sneered in their hearts. As expected, such thoughts arose in their hearts for a moment.

Really, Chen Chongyuan is not as good as he knows his fate with his essay ideas.

When he thought of this, Chen Chong had already arrived at the edge of the spring water and squatted down.

"Brother Chen wants to say that silk is not as good as bamboo. The song played by ordinary piano is not as good as the sound of the water of the water. So this spring is the gift you offer to the fairy?" Fang Zhiming nodded again when he said this, "Yeah, it's not bad. Brother Chen has a very good thoughts."

Although Fang Zhiming said all the words of praise, every sentence sounded like a senior expert who was guiding the younger generation. In terms of momentum, he had already gained the upper hand, which could be considered blocking Chen Chong's retreat to speak out these things himself. As long as Chen Chong agreed, he would lose clearly.

I have to say that literati really don’t need a knife to kill people.

One sentence or a few words is enough.

Chen Chong did not nod, but instead shook his head.

Seeing Chen Chong shaking his head, everyone snorted coldly again.

This was said to be arguably, and there was nothing we could do, so we could only refute it with a tough bullet.

However, seeing Chen Chong's calm look, everyone admired Chen Chong's demeanor, and she really couldn't cry until she saw the coffin.

Chen Chong shook his head and said, "Brother Fang said it is good, but silk is not as good as bamboo. There is also the second half of the sentence: bamboo is not as good as meat."

"Oh? Brother Chen wants to sing another song? That's really wonderful. It turns out that Brother Chen is very good at singing. I am really looking forward to it. I guess everyone is too. We will listen carefully now." Fang Zhiming immediately answered, and his words seemed to be very polite.

In fact, when I heard it, I seemed to be saying that Chen Chong is a singer and wanted to sing the song to please everyone.

Everyone laughed knowingly, thinking that Chen Chong was just a loss for his excellent life skills. Otherwise, in front of Fang Zhiming, the pants that would have lost would be gone. There was really no word that could gain a foothold in front of Fang Zhiming. If Fang Zhiming was beaten, he would not leave any room for anything.

Everyone suddenly felt a little pitiful. They were so popular during the day, but they turned around and were crushed by Fang Zhiming like this.

It is really a great tragedy to have an almost omnipotent opponent like Tan Zhiming.

Maybe if Chen Chong loses tonight, he will also plummet in the battle of fate.

Because momentum and confidence play a crucial role in any competition.

Chen Chongque still shook his head.

Still holding on?

Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads. It was really unnecessary. If you hold on like this, you can't win. It would be better to admit defeat quickly, so as not to leave too much shadow in your heart.

Otherwise, it would be a torture if this continues.

As Chen Chong's die-hard confidant, Zhao Kongda couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to say, "Sir, let's forget it, there is no need to do this. We will win back on the field of life and beat him to the turtle son."

Ning Duan and Ning Ban had different opinions. They have been following Chen Chong for the longest time and have experienced many things with him. It can be said that they already know Chen Chong very well.

They all know that Chen Chong is a person who doesn’t like to suffer losses, nor is he a person who likes to force himself.

So at this point, although they didn't know how Chen Chong would turn the tables, they all had inexplicable confidence, that is, Chen Chong could definitely fight back.

He shook his head, there must be a reason.

What exactly is it?

The moment this thought emerged in their minds.

The answer has already appeared.

The answer was that Chen Chong squatted down, scooped up a handful of water, and let them flow quietly through his fingers.

The moment the water fell from his fingers, everyone heard the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano?

The sound of the piano?!

Many people look incredible.

How could it be the sound of the piano?

This is completely impossible. There is no piano here, so where does the sound of the piano come from?

Everyone subconsciously began to look around to see if someone was playing the piano quietly nearby, so the sound of the piano sounded.

But after searching, I couldn't find it. Instead, the more I searched, the more I found that the sound came from Chen Chong's fingers.

This is really a hell!

Many people widened their eyes and looked at Chen Chong's hands, not understanding how this could be done.

Why is there a piano sounding even though Chen Chong had nothing in his hand?

Could it be that Chen Chong is using water as the string?

Playing with water?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't believe it and began to shake their heads.

But I knew that I had used the moon to paint. They could see clearly and clearly saw the moonlight falling from the sky on his fingertips, and then it became a painting as his fingers waved.

Chen Chong's side was different. Everyone just saw the water slipping from his fingers, and the rest was gone.

So everyone is not sure whether Chen Chong is playing the piano with water. He just saw a look. Maybe Chen Chong was just using some tricks.

In fact, he just used some illusion.

But the next moment, Chen Chong's hand started to move. He put his finger on the water surface and slowly fiddled with the boiling water.
Chapter completed!