"What do you mean, 'not'?"
Everyone was slightly taken aback when they heard Zhou Jian's words.
Since he still had to ask Mr. Chen to give him a topic and improvise a creative work, it was already quite difficult for him.
But Zhou Jian, since he needs others to set questions for him, isn't that making things even more difficult? Is he trying to push himself to the brink?
That's why everyone was so surprised when they heard what he said.
Old Chen was the same; he hadn't expected Zhou Jian to ask him to set the questions.
Zhou Jian's impromptu creation is already quite rare and difficult, but now he's being asked to provide a topic, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty.
So after thinking it over, Old Chen decided it was best to let it go, since he didn't want to put Zhou Jian in a difficult position.
What if he sets a question that someone can't answer or can't come up with? Wouldn't that harm the person and make him a laughingstock?
Considering all this, Elder Chen immediately said, "Zhou Jian, you should handle this yourself."
"Just create whatever you think is easy to create, and we'll all judge it for you."
Everyone thought that Zhou Jian would listen to Elder Chen's advice, but they were wrong.
Zhou Jian's attitude was firm: "No, Elder Chen, today's question must be set by you and everyone else."
"Only when everyone presents a topic and I improvise on it can it be considered a true improvisation and on-the-spot performance."
"Otherwise, if I do it myself, wouldn't people mistakenly think that I prepared it in advance?"
"So, for the sake of authenticity, and to make everyone believe that this was all improvised, please give me some ideas."
Zhou Jian's words made everyone look at him in a new light.
Because what he said makes a lot of sense! If we let him do whatever he wants and create whatever he wants, then some people will definitely think that he prepared everything in advance.
In this situation, the credibility would be low, so the best solution is for someone to create the questions.
Upon seeing this, Old Chen liked Zhou Jian even more. This was a truly responsible person, capable of standing alone and shouldering heavy responsibilities for the future.
When asked to set a question, Old Chen was at a loss for what to ask, because he didn't know what kind of question to ask.
If the questions are too difficult, I'm worried Zhou Jian won't be able to handle them; if they're too easy, I'm afraid people will say the questions aren't challenging enough.
So even Elder Chen was in a bit of a dilemma at this moment.
...
However, just as Old Chen was in a dilemma, an unexpected accident occurred.
At this moment, a light drizzle was falling from the sky.
That's right! It rained at this time, which is indeed a bit of a hassle.
With so many people, we can't all just go inside and hide, can we? If that happens, what's the point of this gathering?
Fortunately, the rain isn't heavy; it's just a light drizzle, so it shouldn't be a downpour.
So the crowd wasn't too worried about the light rain, but the rain still caused a minor disturbance in the crowd.
"Ah! It's raining. Why is it raining?"
"Yes! I hope the rain stays this way, and please don't let it get too heavy."
When Old Chen first saw the rain, he was also a little worried that it would rain heavily.
But upon hearing the word "rain," he suddenly had an inspiration, as if he had found the answer and was ready to give Zhou Jian a question.
In response, Old Chen said to everyone present, "Everyone, please be quiet. This light rain is nothing to worry about. The weather forecast already said that today will be mostly cloudy, so there's no need to worry."
"However! Now that it's raining, I think it's very likely that this is fate."
"It seems fate has decreed this! Everyone, since Zhou Jian has asked us to give him a challenge, how about we choose rain as the challenge?"
"Using rain as the theme! That's a great idea!"
"Yes! I think so too, and just like Old Chen said, it could very well be fate."
When they heard that Mr. Chen wanted to create a piece for Zhou Jian on the theme of rain, many people immediately agreed.
"Mr. Chen, we agree. Let's use rain as the theme and create a piece for Zhou Jian."
"Yes, I also support this decision."
"We support it too!"
After gaining everyone's support, Old Chen finally looked at Zhou Jian.
"Xiao Zhou! You heard everything, didn't you?"
"Old Chen, I heard you."
"Okay, that's good. Since the rain is falling at this time, why don't you use rain as a theme and improvise a little?"
"So? Do you feel there's a problem and we need to change the question?"
"No, Mr. Chen, let's use rain as the topic then," Zhou Jian quickly stopped Mr. Chen when he suggested changing the topic.
"Okay, Zhou Jian, then just focus on the rain and improvise a bit! Take your time, we believe in you."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen. I'll begin."
"please."
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent, and Zhou Jian sat down at the piano, but he didn't move.
He simply closed his eyes, faced the sky, and let the rain fall on his face.
Seeing this, everyone knew that Zhou Jian was experiencing the rain. The question was whether he could compose a piece based on the theme of rain.
Zhou Jian remained like that for about thirty or forty seconds, and then he finally pulled his head back and moved.
"Thump!"
He pressed the first note, but didn't open his eyes, as if he was still feeling the rain.
"Thump, thump, clunk!"
Then he pressed down the piano keys one after another, and as he did so, the piano music continued to flow.
Everyone present listened attentively to his playing, and as time passed, everyone seemed to be moved.
So everyone was immersed in Zhou Jian's playing.
Among all the people present, there was only one exception: Wang Qingge.
He couldn't understand it at all. What was wrong with these people? It was just a random sound produced by pressing a button; did they really have to react like that?
Everyone was listening as if it were some famous piece of music, oh my god.
Judging from Zhou Jian's playing this week, he could pick his toes out without even using his hands.
But these people seemed to be listening to some famous piece of music, so they were all completely immersed in it.
Seeing the expressions on Zhang Ruping and Jiang Yi's faces, Wang Qingge felt truly helpless.
What kind of aesthetic sense is this?! If this is what you call improvisational creation, then anyone can do it.
However, Wang Qingge was not so arrogant as to go against everyone.
He couldn't listen, and perhaps it really was because he possessed a divine piano.
So he remained silent, listening quietly to the unpleasant composition.
"Dong, ding!" Finally, after the last note fell, Zhou Jian's impromptu composition came to an end.
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