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"If I win this match," Zhou Heng suddenly said to Ye Yan, "I want to ask you a few questions, I hope that you can answer them truthfully."

Zhou Heng's words caused everyone in the classroom to be shocked. After enjoying Ye Yan's performance, not only did he not have any intention to retreat, he even wanted to add the bet. This was too illogical. It also did not seem like something an ordinary Zhou Heng would say.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qin Fen looked at Zhou Heng and said, "How could you win against Ye Yan?" There might be a bit of points added to it by his idol, but Ye Yan's performance had indeed exceeded the level that someone at their level could reach.

Miss Tong did not speak, she just looked at Zhou Heng quietly. In her opinion, there must be a reason why Zhou Heng would say these words. It was merely asking Ye Yan a few questions, and was not an excessive request. If Zhou Heng lost in this match, she could ask Ye Yan a question on his behalf.

White Dew was deep in thought. Although Ye Yan's performance was outstanding, Bai Lu still felt that something was amiss. She thought back to Zhou Heng's performance in the Old Music Building, and her logic told her that it was impossible for Master He Lang's disciple to lose to an ordinary student, but Bai Lu was unable to convince herself that Ye Yan was even more outstanding than Zhou Heng.

Perhaps the two of them could really have a contest. White Dew thought.

"Alright," Ye Yan accepted Zhou Heng's conditions without the slightest hesitation. "If you win against me, I will answer your questions in front of everyone."

Ye Yan felt that if he showed fear at this moment, the Miss Tong would definitely look down on him, so he accepted Zhou Heng's provocation generously. It was impossible for him to play better music than he did.

Of course, in order to prevent unexpected situations from happening, Ye Yan cleverly added the words "in front of everyone" as a prerequisite for his answer. Under the witness of Miss Tong and the others, the other party should not have raised any excessive questions. After all, as a star, Ye Yan still had many secrets that he couldn't divulge to others.

As for what would happen if Zhou Heng lost, Ye Yan was very generous and did not mention about this matter. From the very beginning, his goal had not been to compete with this strange man on the black and white keys of the piano. Furthermore, he had left a good impression on the Miss Tong and Ye Yan would definitely not do something that would turn the tables around. At the moment, he had already taken advantage of Zhou Heng's provocation, which made Zhou Heng seem a little petty.

Ye Yan stood up from his position in front of the piano, and politely gave Zhou Heng space to display himself. When the spectating Qin Fen saw Ye Yan's performance, stars practically popped out of his eyes.

Zhou Heng did not stand on ceremony with him and sat down in the seat that Ye Yan had given him. Then, he placed his hand on the keyboard for the piano.

As to how much power the Heavenly Master System had assimilated into his piano performance, Zhou Heng had no idea. In order to clarify the question in his heart, he had to give it a try.

What song should he play? Zhou Heng did not know how to make piano pieces, so he did not have any direct contact with the piano in his mind. But when he put his finger on the black and white keys, he felt that these things were very familiar to him. He knew exactly which keys would emit the same sound as when he pressed them.

It was like having the soul of a pianist in his body, which would only activate when he encountered the piano.

Zhou Heng's fingers were heating up, as if a mysterious force was attaching itself to his fingers, urging him to press the zither key. Zhou Heng understood that the source of his power came from the Heavenly Master System, but he suddenly felt a little panicked.

This kind of fear stemmed from Zhou Heng's instincts as a human. He was worried that one day, his body would be controlled by the Heavenly Master System.

"Why hasn't he started yet?" Qin Fen asked softly.

"He's probably looking for a feeling. Let's give him a bit more time." Ye Yan was actually speaking up for Zhou Heng. Of course, this was just a way for him to continue to display his demeanor.

Miss Tong was silent as she looked at Zhou Heng, her eyes filled with worry.

"Ding!" The first note suddenly rang out. Everyone's attention was focused over there.

A melody immediately followed.

"It's' Thecrave '!" This time, Qin Fen quickly distinguished who it was. But immediately after, she became suspicious as to why Zhou Heng had to play the same tune as Ye Yan.

Ye Yan, on the other hand, frowned. In the movie , the main character and the black pianist, Jelly, played the song "Thecrave" in the second round of their competition. Could it be that Zhou Heng thought of him as a talented pianist 1900 and compared him to the arrogant and conceited black pianist Jelly? This kind of action was quite infuriating.

However, Bai Lu's eyes lit up. It's not the same. Zhou Heng's "decision" and Ye Yan's "decision" are different!

Although they had the same fast tempo, although Zhou Heng's "think" was warm, it was not cheerful. Instead, it gave off a special heavy feeling in the smallest details. If it was said that Ye Yan was telling a story about youth and love through "sex", then Zhou Heng was displaying the pain under happiness in a relatively straightforward manner.

Jelly, the black pianist in The Sea Pianist, has a historical presence and, as the film introduces him, is one of the first jazz pianists and the first jazz composer. The film also did not deliberately ugliness this historical figure, early he is really rebellious. But then Jelly was hit by the Great Depression, and the world was cold — businessmen deceiving his, the humiliation of his authority in the music industry, the betrayal of those around his, and finally, Jelly, who had seen so much, played the piano for the same shabby drinker in the underground bar. The pianist, who called himself the ancestor of jazz, witnessed the first glories and lows of jazz, but in the end was unable to persevere until the resurgence of jazz. He died before dawn, on a filthy sickbed.

He had seen the real peaks, and he had been the focus of everyone's attention in the brightly lit hall. The maid carrying the champagne walked past him. As his fingers moved, all of the guests with noble statuses danced along with her.

He had reached the deepest abyss, too, and in the dark, cramped corner he had been accompanied only by the piano and the line of black and white keys, the same tunes for the drunks and the humble women he had experienced.

White Dew's eyes were moist. A girl of her age could not bear the deep grief that was hidden in this originally cheerful song.

It was as if on the surface of the sea, the storm had already arrived. You, who was riding a small boat, were destined to be here for life. But you sang a cheerful song, and in the stormy sea, in the turbulent waves, you hummed a cheerful song, reminiscing about the good old days.

But that only made the grief worse.

Until the last note fell and Ye Yan, as Master He Lang's disciple, faced with Zhou Heng's performance, Ye Yan was speechless.