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Ye Zifeng's voice was extremely penetrating and filled with vigor, especially the solemn aura that he was giving off, made all the laughter in the piano room stop.

But this halt was only temporary, because everyone never expected that Ye Zifeng would still dare to spout such arrogant words at such a time. He was just boasting passionately about some small music path, what a joke.

Even Ouyang Baanruo, who was standing next to Ye Zifeng, felt that he had been utterly humiliated. Unhappily, he gouged out Ye Zifeng with his eyes and whispered: ”Ye Zifeng, at this time, how could you die if you don't act tough!”

In the eyes of this group of piano students, Ye Zifeng was just a barbarian who came in the back door to pick up girls. For barbarians like Ye Zifeng, besides spending money to pick up girls, one should not know anything else, much less talk about noble music. So when they first saw the Director Yang personally sending Ye Zifeng to their doorstep, many people felt like Mo Lan was beneath them. This was the exclusive psychology of art students.

Now that they heard Ye Zifeng's arrogant and conceited speech, almost all the students of the piano department scoffed at him.

Not long after, the laughter in the classroom stopped and turned into ear-piercing sarcastic voices, ”Little path? Ye Zifeng, don't pretend that you understand everything here. We have all studied piano since we were young, almost half of us are over the tenth level of the piano. Don't you find it funny that you said that music is a small path in front of us? ”

The boy called Zhang Qiang opened his mouth once again and sneered coldly. His words even revealed a hint of arrogance and contempt for Ye Zifeng.

At this moment, many students of the piano department began to follow Zhang Qiang's instructions and started to attack him together, ”That's right, that's right. In my opinion, he is just a nouveau riche who doesn't know anything. Relying on his connections, he came to our art academy to pick up girls. Why is he talking about music like this?

Instantly, everyone spoke their piece, their words piercing straight towards Ye Zifeng. Amongst them, the majority were naturally boys, because they couldn't beat Ye Zifeng, and didn't want to see Ye Zifeng snatching away their goddess in front of them. So, they could only use this kind of method to attack Ye Zifeng, making him look bad in the entire piano room.

However, Ye Zifeng did not seem to care about these students of the piano department trying to make things difficult for him.

Amidst loud laughter and insulting laughter, Ye Zifeng slowly spoke out,” The Night Melody is a kind of piano solo genre invented by Xiao Bang, it has a gentle and peaceful nature, with silence and waves, and a hint of contemplation within its gentleness. Rubinstein's playing naturally pursues a kind of integrity and unity in a good rhythm. You forget when the music begins, but it ends before your intoxication is gone. ”It's exactly like this that makes people look forward to it, yet feel reluctant to part with it …

Ye Zifeng's words were not directed towards the students in the piano's classroom, but towards Mo Lan's reply.

At this moment, although Ye Zifeng's speed of speech wasn't fast, it had a kind of shocking feeling. These words came out of Ye Zifeng's mouth bit by bit, penetrating the entire classroom's mocking. Even Mo Lan, who was standing at the front of the stage, was stunned.

Mo Lan was lecturing on Xiao Bang's serenade today.

The current Ye Zifeng was not looking at the textbook at all, as he used his own words to illustrate the night song.

Zhang Qiang, who was originally seated at the front of the class, was complacent and thought that he was trying to make a fuss out of it. However, as Ye Zifeng slowly elaborated on what was called a night song, what was called a night song, as well as the personal life, resume, and creative concept of a night song of Xiao Bang's, these things were all things that were not written in the textbooks. If one did not have the support of powerful extracurricular reading, they would not be able to say these words.

At this moment, the large piano room had unknowingly started to quiet down, including Mo Lan, as almost all of their gazes were focused on Ye Zifeng.