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Although he had a hippie smile in his heart, Zhang Long always kept that gentlemanly, fairy-like smile on his face.

Under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Long's rather slender fingers landed on the long piano.

"Just play a song, 'Qi Ao'."

"Ding..." The voice of Zhuluoyinpan suddenly sounded without warning.

On the long piano, faint ripples swayed in a circle, and the classroom was windy. The refreshing spring breeze, seemingly absent, brushed everyone's face.

Everyone's heartstrings followed the fluctuations. For a moment, the sound quality turned into a clear spring and flowed into everyone's heart. The nerves that were a little nervous were instantly melted and merged into the spring water, unable to extricate themselves.

Fascinated, just this one sound, everyone's mood sank into the endless artistic conception of that sound, as if there was an invisible magic force pulling everyone's consciousness into it. In the boundless spring water.

"Ding dong..."

After the last sound of the previous sound lingered for a long time, the artistic conception implied in it deeply permeated the whole atmosphere, and the next sound sounded leisurely.

In front of people, the spring water is rippling, shimmering, and constantly spreading towards the shore. The breeze formed by the ripples, blows the green bamboos on the shore, and the bamboo leaves are scattered, making a small sound, as if the whole world has become A giant wind chime.

"Zhanbiqiao, green bamboo and Yiyi, there are bandits and gentlemen, they are as sharp as cutting, as sharp as grinding..."

The sound quality that penetrates the soul continues to come, and each sound has a long tail sound. The tail sound is not a flat ending, but lingering endlessly, like a gentle breeze, like a dragon playing with a phoenix.

The artistic conception of Qi'ao's poems, accompanied by the contagious sound quality, is perfectly presented in people's minds.

The emerald green river water is rippling with the breeze, clear to the bottom, the fish are swimming freely, there are white clouds lingering on the lake, the green bamboos on both sides, the breeze blowing, the bamboo leaves are swaying, like waving hands, like silent cheers.

On the cloud-shrouded fairy mountain in the distance, a man dressed in white snow was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, his strings fluttering, his long hair slightly fluttering, and a calm smile on his face, as soft as white clouds and as vast as the sea.

In the bamboo grove, there seemed to be a beautiful figure lingering, with a beautiful face and a picturesque smile.

The ding-dong of the spring water and the gentle sound of the wind conveyed the endless lingering affection in this vibrant fairyland.

"Looking at the beauty, the green bamboos are green. There are bandit gentlemen, who are as beautiful as ears, and as good as stars..."

The fairy sound continued, but people's hearts had completely melted into the tenderness.

Except for Zhang Long, all the male students had a hint of obsession in their eyes, some were looking at Teacher Le Ying obsessively, and some were looking at Yu Wenqin obsessively.

That kind of infatuated love is like seeing the most pure and holy painting in the world, and would rather turn into a wisp of ink and fall into the world in that painting, never to come out again.

Surrounded by white clouds, golden sunlight occasionally casts in, adding a bit of warmth to this misty fairyland.

However, Yu Wenqin and Le Ying's eyes fell on Zhang Long's face. The cultivation base of the two is obviously different from those amateur students around them. Although they can really feel the beautiful artistic conception, they can still maintain a touch of beauty. wide awake.

The smile on the corner of Yu Wenqin's mouth was as elegant as the spring water. She looked at Zhang Long, and there was a touch of surprise in her beautiful eyes besides a touch of soft blur.

"Exquisite piano skills!" She was constantly shocked by this sentence in her heart.

This song is better than the previous one, but the artistic conception of the two is completely different. The artistic conception of this song is more inclined to the hazy feelings between men and women. The heart is soft, warm, and in the calm style of music, there are hidden emotions of boys and girls.

Compared with Yu Wenqin, Le Ying was more shocked. This stinky boy is simply against the sky. This, this level is comparable to that of a master.

However, he is only in his early twenties, just a student, how much effort and talent will it take to reach such a high level at such a young age?

She looked at Zhang Long, her round beautiful eyes were full of disbelief, and her eyes flickered fiercely, showing the excitement in her heart.

The last song "Luoyan on the Pingsha" has exceeded Le Ying's expectations. I didn't expect that this kid could play another piece that sounded like a fairy.

Every detail in the whole song is just right, even Le Ying is ashamed of himself, and more importantly, the deep artistic conception is like a picture in front of his eyes, which requires extremely high comprehension and spirit The limit can only be reached.

Great, Le Ying felt that he had discovered a monster.

In her experience, no matter how talented she is, those who can play such an artistic conception are the masters of old men and old women. This kid in his early twenties has always been regarded as a master of science and martial arts in everyone's eyes. Waste, how is it possible... Zhang Long has created a miracle again.

When the song was played, less than 10 minutes had passed, but everyone felt like it had passed through centuries. The beautiful artistic conception was still echoing in their minds even after the music fell, and everyone wanted to stay there. The artistic conception will never come out again, because there are things in it that I dream of but can't get.

The classroom was quiet again, and everyone kept smiling infatuatedly, looking at the person in their hearts.

"Sister Wenqin, how do you feel?" Zhang Long asked softly, turning his head to look at Yuwenqin's peaceful and intoxicated face.

"Ah?" Yu Wenqin, who was immersed in the artistic conception, couldn't help being startled, and then there was an incomparably admiring smile on his face, looking at Zhang Long with gentler eyes than before, "It's really my pleasure to hear such a wonderful voice again. It's such an honor, no wonder even Master praised you for your outstanding talent, it's true, I can't compare to you."

"Haha..." Zhang Long laughed triumphantly, and felt that his image was being damaged again, so he quickly put on the appearance of a gentleman again, and said in a serious manner: "Sister Wenqin, you are welcome, I said, I can play for a beauty like you." Zao, it is my honor."

"Hehe, thank you." Yu Wenqin smiled purely, "However, my surname is Yuwen, and my name is Qin."

"Cough..." Zhang Long blushed suddenly, your sister thought your surname was Yu and Wenqin.

"Well, that's not important. What's important is that we are friends now." Blinking, she quickly avoided the topic and went straight to the point.

"Of course, I am very happy to be your friend." Yu Wenqin said, but she felt lucky in her heart. She likes music very much, and she was very happy to meet a master like Zhang Long, and the smile on her face was much brighter than before.

"Okay, everyone has seen Zhang Long's talent, right?" Le Ying said, sweeping the audience, with an excited smile on his lips, "To be honest, I think my talent in music is not bad, but Compared with Zhang Long, it seems nothing."

Hearing Le Ying boasting about himself so much, Zhang Long was not very happy. He was about to ask for Yu Wenqin's phone number when he was interrupted.

At this time, the other students also came to their senses completely. Seeing Zhang Long being praised by Le Ying again and again, and getting so close to Yu Wenqin all of a sudden, their eyes were full of deep jealousy, but they could only bear it. So, although I still feel that playing the piano is not a great talent, but I think I don't have Zhang Long's skills.

"Then let's start class now."

Seeing that everyone had regained some energy, Le Ying raised his voice.

Zhang Long was planning to get close to Yu Wenqin again, but was interrupted by Le Ying's sentence, and gave Le Ying a displeased look, so he sat up straight and pretended to be serious, at least Yu Wenqin was sitting next to him, so he couldn't stand in front of the beautiful woman What a shame.

However, when Le Ying started to give lectures, Zhang Long couldn't hold on anymore.

I can't understand the musical notes, artistic conception, high-key and low-key and big and small tunes at all. Within a few minutes, Zhang Long fell asleep.Coupled with the performance of the song just now, Zhang Long spent a lot of energy, and felt more and more sleepy.

This is also supported by the Zhijian system. Otherwise, relying on the mental strength of the body alone to play the music to such a level, I am afraid that Zhang Long will fall down before finishing playing.

Ten minutes later, Le Ying's clear and crisp voice became a lullaby, and Zhang Long was the first to fall asleep. He first swayed from side to side, and finally fell to the ground with a plop.

"Ha ha……"

The sudden sound startled everyone, and then looked at Zhang Long who was lying on the ground and fell asleep, and everyone laughed wildly.

Originally, they were jealous of Zhang Long, but at this moment, these male students became more and more wanton, wishing to tear Zhang Long apart with their laughter.

"This is genius? Haha..."

"Shit, if sleeping in class can be called a genius, then I am a genius!"

"He played pretty well just now, but who knows what method he used. Now that technology is so advanced, maybe a music player is implanted in the skin."

"That's right, look at him like that, damn it, he's drooling, like a pig, haha."

"I was so awesome before, thinking that I was really a genius."

More than a dozen students tried their best to sarcasm, trying to suppress Zhang Long's image in Yu Wenqin's mind.

Yu Wenqin also frowned, looking at Zhang Long who fell asleep on the ground, his head was foggy, don't geniuses rarely sleep, their brains are highly developed, but why does this genius in front of him look like Zhu Bajie?