As time goes by, the popularity of Ye Zhiqiu's "Flight of the Bumblebee" on the Internet is getting higher and higher, and it has gradually climbed to the top of the hot search list.

I have to say that Xiao Yuancai's foil is inseparable from this.

Xiao Yuancai, who is known as the Prince of Piano, Genius Pianist, etc., has studied abroad and given concerts abroad. The wedding dress he has made for Ye Zhiqiu is as stable as the fierce publicity he promotes it on the Internet.

In a luxuriously decorated studio somewhere in Shanghai City.

"Crack!"

With a cold face, Xiao Yuancai slammed the tablet in his hand on the table, and the screen suddenly cracked with lines like spider webs.

"Shit!" Xiao Yuancai was still angry and uttered a curse word in his mouth and kicked the table in front of him.

With a "bang" sound, the tablet computer that was knocked to the ground suffered secondary damage.

"Be careful." The manager with a mustache quickly advised: "Don't get excited, it will be bad if you hurt your hands if you move too much."

Xiao Yuancai took a deep breath, leaned his back heavily on the sofa with a gloomy expression.

Everyone in the studio breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside, Xiao Yuancai had a cool and elegant image. Only those around him knew that although this young man played the piano, he had a very bad temper and was not easy to serve at all.

But it is true that you are rich. If it weren't for the low salary, who would be willing to suffer this nonsense.

But since you have received the money, of course you have to follow the other person's temper.

Someone flattered him and said, "Well, Ye Zhiqiu is just lucky this time. I don't know where I got such a piano piece."

Another person quickly echoed: "Yes, if we compete with Brother Cai again, you will never lose to him."

"Yeah yeah..."

Several people said something to each other, and Xiao Yuancai's face, which had not yet calmed down, quickly turned dark again.

"You are paralyzed if you lose! Who said I lost this time!"

Xiao Yuancai cursed loudly, spittle flying everywhere.

Everyone's expressions were suffocated, and at the same time they were complaining in their hearts.

Isn’t it? Brother, isn’t this called losing?

Xiao Yuancai continued angrily: "That guy just plays a little too fast, so what's the point? Isn't it a competition to see who plays the piano faster and who is better!?"

"Every one of you is just like those people on the Internet, you are all idiots who don't understand piano!"

After the award ceremony, Xiao Yuancai, who was defeated in public and humiliated, watched the video of Ye Zhiqiu's solo many times with resentment.

The more you watch it, the more your feelings will naturally change. At this moment, Xiao Yuancai felt that he only lost in the live effect of the track, but he did not lose in playing skills.

To put it simply, if he had practiced the song "Flight of the Bumblebee" before playing it, he would definitely be no worse than Ye Zhiqiu.

However, after discovering this fact, Xiao Yuancai was not happy at all.

It's like two people quarreling, and the loser only remembers what he should have said when he gets home. It feels... uncomfortable!

Regarding Xiao Yuancai's "justification", everyone in the studio didn't take it seriously.

This live piano battle is all about freshness and on-the-spot performance, and the audience's reaction is the best judge. It would be boring if you had to go back and find fault with it.

But even though they thought so in their hearts, when everyone said it, everyone nodded in agreement.

The mustache manager thought a bit longer and said with a worried look on his face: "Although this is the truth, those netizens don't understand."

"It's best to explain last night's performance. Otherwise, if the topic continues like this and netizens feel that your level is not as good as Ye Zhiqiu's, it will have a big impact on your commercial value."

At this point, the agent pondered: "However, this explanation cannot be made by the parties concerned. It is best to ask a professional piano master to speak out, which is more authoritative."

Xiao Yuancai also calmed down and nodded repeatedly to what his agent said.

The agent suggested: "Yuancai, can you try it and invite your mentor Zillman to evaluate your performance last night?"

"Professor Zillman is a famous piano master. If he speaks out to support you, the negative impact this time will be minimized."

Upon hearing the word "Zilman", an unnatural look flashed across Xiao Yuancai's face for a moment.

What my agent said is a very standard crisis public relations method, but the problem is...

Although Zillman is his mentor, he may not speak for himself!

Xiao Yuancai gritted his teeth again and again and picked up his phone to edit a message.

...

Italy, Davidson Conservatoire.

An old white man with gray hair, probably in his 60s, was walking on College Avenue. Students on the roadside kept looking at him with admiration and admiration.

Although this old man is not young, his steps are not slow and his body is still strong. He is the world-famous piano master Zillman and a treasured professor at the Davidson School of Music.

In order to show the importance it attaches to Zillman, the college specially named a century-old teaching building "Zilman Building".

When he walked into his huge office, he was greeted by a student and assistant.

"Professor, I have your email. It was sent by Peter (Xiao Yuancai)."

Zillman's expression remained unchanged and he asked, "What did he say?"

The female student with blond hair and blue eyes, a standard European and American appearance hesitated and said: "The content of the email seems to be that Peter had a piano duet with a... pop singer in China. The public thought he lost, but Peter himself didn't think so."

"However, this seems to be a big obstacle to his career development, so he would like to ask you to take a look and help record a video to evaluate it."

Hearing this, Zillman reacted immediately, a look of displeasure flashed on his face, and he sneered: "Dou Qin?"

"Last time he made a series of mistakes at the concert that embarrassed the entire academy. Now he actually does such a boring thing and competes with a pop singer on the piano?"

The more Zilman talked, the angrier he became. He blew his beard and glared: "If he continues like this, he will never get his degree from me!"

"Develin, you are my proudest student. If you make the same mistake as him at the concert, I will definitely fire you on the spot!"

The female student called Devlin stuck out her tongue, but she didn't have much worry in her heart.

She knew that Zillman was a good tutor, but he was a bit strict when it came to piano matters. Moreover, she knew that Peter often went to nightclubs before the concert, and probably didn't practice much, and the mistakes he made were too low-level.

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After the old man Zierman finished scolding, although his face was unhappy, he still said: "Let me see that email."

Although he was very dissatisfied with Xiao Yuancai and believed that "piano fighting" was a trick only played by children, Zilman still didn't believe that a pop singer could beat Xiao Yuancai in piano solo.

"Here." Devlin quickly turned on the computer.
Chapter completed!