I get a reward for watching dramas

If true, it's not impossible.

It's just unbelievable.

Qin Yi blew a few syllables at random, and then tuned it.

Walked up to Mike and said:

"Believe it or not, the comparison is the performance, not how much effort you have put in! I will present you a famous song: Going Home. Let you feel what it is to go home!"

Immediately afterwards, he said it again in rice language.

Hearing the name, anyone familiar with Qin Yi understood.

Tit for tat!

In the last teaching class, Qin Yi used this trick to force the three masters to admit defeat.

Because the same style of music and the same melody give people completely different feelings.

The difference is immediately apparent.

Many fans are also waiting for this moment, waiting for Qin Yi to bring them a different feeling.

Sure enough, when the music started, the noisy scene just now became extremely quiet in an instant.

The voice seemed to have magical powers, and instantly brought them to a grassland.

Here the sun is shining and the wind is blowing.

The trees swayed endless branches, filled with warm wind.

The green grass set off wave after wave, spreading to the endless distance.

Bees fly and butterflies dance, birds sing and flowers smell, bringing the taste of endless grass.

There are straw mats made by my father, and my mother's food is fragrant and enjoyable.

A family reunion, an extremely romantic process.

It wasn't until the sound of the saxophone disappeared, Qin Yi had already walked to the side and sat down, looking for another video, that the scene slowly recovered.

"Clap clap..."

"Wow wow wow..."

A series of applause, from a few people at the beginning, to a large group of people later.

Enduring.

The faces of the twelve Italians were full of disbelief and embarrassment.

Even if you are stubborn, you have to admit it.

The same piece of music, Qin Yi played the artistic conception.

It makes people feel immersive, intoxicated, unable to extricate themselves.

The twelve people were intoxicated, and they didn't react immediately, which is enough to show their power.

Want to refute, but can not refute.

Liu Ruoyun, who was sitting in the front row, had a charming smile on her face.

While applauding, he stared at the silent Qin Yi with peach blossoms in his eyes.

He murmured in his mouth:

"It's so handsome! It's awesome! I just like his simple and straightforward slap in the face, it's so cool!"

I play the same piece as you, but I want to hit you hard in the face.

Let her sink deep into intoxication.

Zhao Linger next to her seemed to be crazy, jumping on her feet and shouting:

"Master Qin Yi, you are so handsome! I like you so much, hit them in the face again. Slap them in the face with the instrument they are good at!"

Frantically waving the fluorescent stick in his hand, waving his hands and clapping, making crackling noises.

If it wasn't on the stage, they probably would have thrown themselves into his arms.

Ji Kuoyu, who was sitting not far away, looked at her enviously and said:

"Your sister is such a fan of brains, it's over! Fortunately, you have the foresight and didn't sit together. However, a god is a god, and you can learn it after watching the video. It's awesome!"

While envious of Zhao Linger's purity, she sighed with emotion at Qin Yi's learning ability.

It's too bullshit.

Not far away, Gu Qingyi and Gu Qingxuan, two beauties, completely ignored the man beside them and shouted wildly.

No matter what, Gu Qingxuan couldn't mix him with the money-grubbing guy who was meeting for the first time, wearing takeaway clothes and climbing walls and buildings.

Strong and domineering, with outstanding temperament, crushing the opponent, extremely handsome.

Even the father who was sitting next to him showed a satisfied smile, as if he was a son-in-law-to-be.

Meng Ke'er was on the other side, cheering in the same way, feeling that he was too powerful.

Luo Badao was smiling, and everything was moving in the direction he predicted.

Sure enough, he will not be disappointed.

There are too many musicians who participated in the last time, they have already expected this kind of ending, and they look like they are watching a good show.

And most of the fans were equally excited, waving the light sticks in their hands and clapping their hands.

All the voices of discussion were drowned in the clapping of hands.

"Master Qin Yi is so awesome, not only can he play the piano, but also the saxophone!"

"Didn't you hear that, he learned it on the spot, not at all before. I really admire it!"

"Whether he learned it on the spot or not, he is really good anyway. The song just now reminds me that I haven't been home for five years, so I must go home and have a look!"

"Yeah, it brings back all the good memories at home, the playing is awesome!"

……

10 people are praising the song Going Home, showing an extremely shocking melody, which is unforgettable.

The excited scene lasted for a full minute before it was slowly suppressed.

The audio-visual feast Qin Yi gave them was enough to vent the shock in their hearts.

This is a huge psychological pressure for the twelve Shizakilovs.

Especially white people who play the saxophone and feel that they are super-performing, feel like they want to find a crack in the ground to get in.

He was crushed into the dust by Qin Yi's performance.

Even if you want to justify, you don't know how to justify.

Qin Yi watched the scene quiet down, took out his microphone and said:

"Thanks to the enthusiasm of the audience, I will show a better state and offer you the auditory feast brought by different instruments!"

"Who will you replace? Hurry up, don't waste everyone's time!"

The same sentence is spoken together in Long Guo language and Mi language.

Chapter 883 I Played the Wrong Note

The fans at the scene were more enthusiastic and almost lifted the roof of the stadium.

Enthusiasm to the extreme.

Then the attention was focused on the Italians, waiting for them to continue to be slapped in the face.

In fact, if it wasn't for the challenge, they wouldn't want to listen to their performance at all. Listening to Qin Yi's performance directly is better than anything else.

Xi Qiluofu looked ugly, picked up the microphone, and said in broken Dragon Mandarin:

"I don't believe you can play any of our instruments, you just happen to know the saxophone. He's not a master player and neither are you!"

"Next, the accordion!"

Although he spoke poorly, he showed that he could understand Long Guoyu, but he hadn't used it just now.

After finishing speaking, he nodded to an old man behind him and let him take the lead.

The old man opened the bag in his hand, and walked to the center of the stage with his thick body and hairy arms carrying the accordion.

Sitting on a chair, he said coldly in the rice language:

"In our western world, the organ has a long history, and each organ represents a different area of ​​performance!"

"Although I am not a master, I have played countless times in the Royal Theater. You, Dragon Kingdom, are not worthy at all!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hair proudly, looked at Qin Yi, and waited for his translation.

Qin Yi complied, and then said:

"No matter how long your history is, you are still younger brothers in front of our Dragon Kingdom. Don't brag about it. I really don't understand. You are not masters. Why should you challenge me? Who gave you the confidence?"

After finishing speaking, translate to him in Mi language again.

The obviously proud white old man, his face is full of anger.

Stop bickering with Qin Yi and say:

"A song about the Danube, listen up!"

Although he was still rebellious, he no longer had the attitude he had before.

After Qin Yi translated, he began to play.

I have to say that people's arrogance does have the root of arrogance.

The sound of the piano sounded, and all the discussions on the scene gradually subsided.

It's just that, after listening to Qin Yi's artistic music, and then listening to his accordion, there isn't much heart-touching.

Just to listen to.

Even Shizakilov felt that the gap between the two was too great, and there was no accordion flavor at all.

Looking at Qin Yi again, he was indeed watching an accordion video.

Even because of the distance, faint voices can still be heard.

At that moment, there was only one ridiculous idea in my head:

"He can't learn it by watching the video?"

Is there really no foundation at all?

He saw it, and Zhao Linger and the others, who were sitting in the front row feeling boring, also saw it.

Looking at each other, they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Sitting in a chair, Qin Yi can really learn to play at a master level by watching videos?

Isn't he a genius then?

Liu Ruoyun, Meng Ke'er and the others almost all looked at him.

Although the light was not on him, the light from the phone screen was enough for everyone to see clearly.

Just wanted to make sure that he was really that godlike.

The eyes of some rich people were also attracted by him, and they saw the screen on the mobile phone.

They exchanged glances with each other, and they both saw the incredible.

Staring secretly, waiting for a moment of performance.

Just when most people were listening to the music and a few people were staring at Qin Yi, the accordion ended.

The stout white man looked up at the audience, and found that there was no fanaticism in his eyes, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Looking at Xi Qiluofu and others next to him, his face was also very ugly.

In an instant, he understood that the performance was not good.

With a gloomy face, he took the accordion and walked towards the chairs prepared for them.