The Cold President's Best Master

Lu Chong smiled faintly, then crushed the curling cigarette in his hand on the piano.

Lang Yundi could not help frowning when he saw Lu Chong's action. This product doesn't cherish the piano at all. How can he be a master of piano art.

Lu Chong sat up, put his hands on the black-and-white keys and began to play.

His ten fingers are white and slender. He rises and falls quickly on the black-and-white keys. He plays faster and faster. His hands are as fast as lightning. People can't see his fingering clearly.

With his faster and faster playing method, he kept jumping out cheerful syllables from the black-and-white keys. Those cheerful syllables seemed to be enchanted, constantly accelerating, winding over the whole stage, and then drilling into the ears of more than 100000 audience.

Lu Chong played carelessly and even impatiently. He just looked at his face and thought he didn't play. But when those notes poured into the ears of more than 100000 spectators, their bodies couldn't help shaking. This was not a shock stimulated by the noise, but as if those notes were beating their visual nerves like small hammers, Even beating their souls.

At this time, Lu Chong's playing rhythm is getting faster and faster. If the notes have form, people can find that the scene went down with pouring rain, which cooled all the more than 100000 audience.

At this time, the hundreds of thousands of people had no time to think about the problems such as "is this the rookie playing so hard", "why does the rookie play so hard" and "do I want to eat that ton of Xiang". The faster and faster rhythm made their whole body and mind tremble with the notes, and there was a feeling of trembling and excitement from head to foot, even their hair, There's nothing left to think about.

Finally, a series of rapid notes, Dong Dong, brought the whole song to the peak momentum. Long after the last sound, the faint aftersound still fluttered on the scene.

At the end of the song, there was no applause or cheers, but a silence!

Everyone fell into dead silence!

They were stunned, and their heads were still immersed in the notes just now. Those notes came too fierce and intense, just like a wandering heavy rain in their souls.

After a long time, all the talents woke up from their previous state and looked at Lu Chong with different eyes!

"Turkish March", nominally a Turkish March, is actually inconsistent with the traditional Turkish style. His music seems more French, and the atmosphere of the whole music is more gorgeous and warm.

Now Lu Chong plays. The melody in front is light and lively, and the rhythm is elastic. Later, the syllables are sonorous and powerful, and the momentum is magnificent, which makes people suddenly open. Later, the rhythm is faster and faster, just like the team running at a high speed. Later, it is like pouring rain, which is unstoppable.

The notes that pop up from Lu Chong's fingers are like falling bean raindrops, which hit the hearts of every audience.

Before that, many audiences have heard the Turkish March. The interpretation of many pianists is gorgeous and soothing, like a military parade, which makes people feel a little dull.

Now, the music played by Lu Chong makes all the audience feel as if they were in a battle. When they hear it, they are sweating all over, as if they were in a hurry.

Especially in the later paragraph, everyone has the feeling of difficult suffocation like climbing over snow mountains and grasslands, but climbing over snow mountains and grasslands suddenly feels bright and comfortable!

At this time, everyone's eyes looking at Lu Chong were full of shock!

Some people still have shock terror in their eyes. Shock terror wants to die!

Many of them have heard piano music many times before, but few music can make them feel immersive, especially this Turkish March. Even master performers can only play boring feelings such as military parade, but what Lu Chong has played now makes them experience it personally and immersively, It's terrible!

Like Lang Yundi, several of the audience were frightened to death!

The audience just said in public that if Lu Chong can play better than Lang Yundi, they will eat a ton of Xiang in public. Now it has been proved that Lu Chong can play better than Lang Yundi. Do they want to keep their word? But it's Xiang, and it's a ton. It's not much worse for them to eat a pound.

The disdain on Lang Yundi's face completely disappeared, replaced by dignified, incomparably dignified!

He was stunned to find that although Lu Chong played two different tunes from the Turkish March he had played before, the strength of each note of Lu Chong was completely standard. Both timbre and syllable were perfect, but the original slightly soothing rhythm was broken by Lu Chong and combined into a more rapid rhythm.

As far as Lang Yundi is concerned, if he changes the rhythm and artistic conception of the whole song without destroying the note rhythm of the song itself, he can't do it at all. Even he suspects that his teacher Freeman can't do it.

Moreover, Lang Yundi was stunned to find that although Lu Chong took the score of the Turkish March, he didn't open it at all during the performance just now.

This shows that Lu Chong not only changed the rhythm of the song, but also completed it without looking at the piano score.

For example, it's like rewriting a famous book without looking at it, so as to write a more compact rhythm.

He can do what a master player can't do. Lu Chong can do it as a beginner!

Lang Yundi now suddenly felt that he always looked at Lu Chong with a look of contempt just now. He looked so fucking cool.

However, there were more than 100000 people like him at the scene. It was nothing that so many people accompanied him.

However, he can no longer underestimate this guy. It seems that this guy is the legendary guy who plays the role of a pig and eats a tiger.

He looked at Lu Chong's hand quietly. He thought that it must be very thick and even with thick calluses to pop up the palm with such a rapid rhythm just now. However, what he saw was white and slender fingers, which were whiter than his.

Lang Yundi was even more surprised. Lu Chong was really a freak. He looked so weak but so explosive.

Lu Chong finished playing a song with a faint smile: "master Lang, how am I playing?"

For the first time, Lang Yundi felt that the title of "master Lang" was so harsh. He remembered Lu Chong's previous evaluation of him and said bitterly, "not much!"

Everyone at the scene can see that Lang Yundi's words are a little insincere. Of course, in Lang Yundi's position, he must not take the initiative to say that he is inferior to others.

Lang Yundi's face was a little ugly and said coldly, "Mingming's level is good, but he pretends to be a beginner, Lu Chong, why are you so hypocritical!"