Chapter 353

Sitting before the piano, Wu Guangren took a deep breath and slowly placed his ten fingers on the keys.

The difficulty of this piece was so high that even he felt considerable pressure.

Although his ten fingers danced, beautiful music flowed out slowly.

The initial difficulty was not great; it sounded like just an ordinary piece.

Many people at Berklee wore expressions of mockery on their faces.

Just this?

You actually want to use this to counter our "King of Pianos"?

But the longer they listened, the wider everyone's eyes in the venue grew.

This piece... this piece... the difficulty is ridiculously huge!

If the previous "Flight of the Bumblebee" was simply fast, then this one is outright absurd!

Alternating hands, rapid octave shifts, staccato with huge interval jumps...

The most absurd section was actually played with one hand rapidly leaping four octaves, sounding like church bells!

Once the piece ended, the venue immediately fell into a silence as dead as death itself.

Everyone from Berklee wore the same expression of dumbfounded shock.

On the contrary, the people from the Imperial Capital Yinyuexue Academy were not unfamiliar with this piece.

Watching the country bumpkins from Berklee with faces full of shock, each of them felt secretly delighted in their hearts.

After a long while, the people from Berklee finally reacted.

One by one, they instinctively stood up and offered the warmest applause of the day.

This round... we lost with full conviction!

Amidst the applause, Benedict spoke urgently.

"Teacher Wu, which grand master from your school composed these two pieces?"

"I wonder if we have the honor of visiting this grand master?"

Wu Guangren's expression did not change; he said calmly.

"Oh, this teacher is not at school recently; he has gone out to collect folk inspiration."

Benedict looked regretful and helplessly shook his head.

"Not being able to visit this grand master in person is truly regrettable."

"Teacher Wu, does this grand master have any other works? Can we study them?"

"Are you sure you want to listen?" Wu Guangren's face immediately turned strange.

Benedict nodded seriously.

"Yes! Even if we cannot visit the grand master in person, listening to his works is good!"

Wu Guangren's face grew increasingly strange.

"Then... alright!"

In the back row of the concert hall, Hu Zhengyuan sighed, took out a few tissues, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed two into Bai Xiao Ling's hands.

"Plug your ears, Qing."

"This scoundrel Wu Guangren's heart is truly dirty!"

"Is he about to play 'The Grand Funeral'? Or 'The Peaceful Road to the West'?"