Yuan Yi looked at the group of terrified Japanese soldiers.
He burst into laughter.
He looked at the Japanese team leader with amusement.
"So? Still want to compete?"
The Japanese team leader looked ashen-faced, staring at the group of trainees behind him with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.
Even if you can't beat them, at least fucking get on stage!
Are you so scared by someone else's song that you don't dare to go on stage?
Yuan Yi didn't leave either; he just stayed there and watched the Japanese troops make a fool of themselves.
The Japanese shakuhachi student, Sato Ichishu, tugged at the leader's arm.
"Team leader, it's not that we didn't want to go on stage, didn't you feel it just now?"
"The piece he played was absolutely murderous! I felt like I was suffocating!"
After hearing Sha Tu Yixiu's words, he seemed to suddenly become very talkative.
The other Japanese trainees all spoke up.
"Yes, team leader, we just felt like someone was holding a knife to our necks. You have no idea how terrifying that feeling was!"
"Team leader, let's give up! Even our teacher might not be able to beat this level of playing skill!"
"The playing is so exquisite and captivating; it's beyond ordinary playing technique!"
Everyone started trying to persuade the team leader, one after another.
Yuan Yi picked at his ear listlessly, then flicked it lightly at the Japanese leader.
She said lazily to him, "We've been discussing this for so long, are we still going to compete or not?"
"If you don't want to compete, then just admit defeat!"
"From now on, recognize your place and stop jumping out to shout all the time!"
"Don't you think about where your country's history came from?"
"Our traditional musical instruments have declined, but they have not been lost or extinct!"
"Even someone like me with mediocre skills can easily defeat you, let alone those veterans!!"
"From now on, be an honest person and don't get arrogant just because you have some advantages!"
After speaking dismissively to the Japanese leader, Yuan Yi returned to his Chinese position.
The Japanese leader watched Yuan Yi's retreating figure from behind, gritting his teeth, but he didn't know what to do.
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Yuan Yi returned to the area where the Chinese personnel were located and looked at their excited faces.
"Alright, it's nothing."
"However, we still need to be wary of the Japanese devils' lack of morality."
"Teacher Yuan."
At this moment, Director Wang from the cultural department walked over with a radiant face.
Just like before, she immediately grabbed Yuan Yi's hand and shook it back and forth.
"Thank you, thank you so much!"
"Without you this time, I really don't know how I would have ended up like this!"
"You're saying arresting our students is definitely inappropriate, but you know how they'll protest diplomatically!"
"Thankfully, you stepped in and solved it!!"
Yuan Yi looked at the chubby, auspicious-looking Director Wang in front of him.
"Of course, we can't just watch those Japanese devils swagger around in our China!"
"Director Wang, we should start preparing for this afternoon's exchange!"
After hearing Yuan Yi's words, Director Wang waved his hand.
"No need, the Japanese team leader just came over and said they won't be participating in the music exchange this afternoon."
"The South Korean team leader also declined the afternoon's music exchange meeting!"
Upon hearing Director Wang's words, it wasn't just Yuan Yi who was affected.
Even everyone present was stunned.
"Wait, is this exchange meeting really that hasty? You can just quit whenever you want? You can just join whenever you want?"
Director Wang looked at Yuan Yi with a wry smile.
"The Japanese said their team members have psychological problems and are no longer able to perform on stage!"
"As you just saw, their team members were trembling when they walked out."
Director Wang wasn't lying; when Yuan Yi went to the Japanese troops, he saw several team members trembling all over.
"Is South Korea doing the same thing?"
Director Wang nodded in agreement: "Pretty much, their team members are also facing the problem of not being able to perform on stage."
Now that the music exchange had ended, everyone began to walk out of the venue.
The former director of the folk music department at Beijing Conservatory of Music walked with Yuan Yi.
“Teacher Yuan,” the old dean said to Yuan Yi.
"No, no, no, please call me Xiao Yuan, or just Yuan Yi!"
The old dean stubbornly said, "As the ancients said, 'Those who are enlightened are teachers.'"
"You are now more proficient in folk musical instruments than we are, and you have unparalleled expertise in both technique and composing folk music."
"You may not have felt much when you were playing 'Ambush from Ten Sides'."
"But ask anyone here. Anyone with even a basic understanding of music can sense an endless killing intent in your piece."
"It may not have much impact on us, but the Japanese soldier who played against you was under a lot of psychological pressure. Surrounded by this murderous aura, he was like a fish about to die of thirst!"
Yuan Yi was stunned. He didn't know that reaching the master level of skill would have such an effect.
"You flatter me! I still have much to learn from you!"
The old dean waved his hand: "I have never reached your level in my entire life. I was just average in talent to begin with, and then the lineage was broken."
"Sigh! I just hope to see the rise of folk music in my lifetime!"
"Come on, since there's no exchange meeting this afternoon, let's go to the Beijing Conservatory of Music now and get our onboarding done!"
"Don't worry, the principal of Beijing Conservatory of Music is my apprentice, so my word still carries weight!"
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