Chapter 93 Desperate Jiang Qian

After sitting in front of the piano and simply testing the sounds, Lin Zhengran discovered that his hands seemed to be very adapted to the piano, like an old friend.

Jiang Qian stood by and watched his every move quietly.

Judging from the way he played, this boy had indeed spent quite a while studying, but his skill seemed strangely unfamiliar.

"You haven't played for a long time?" she asked.

Lin Zhengran hummed: "I haven't touched it for a long time. By the way, can I borrow the music score you just played? It's quite nice."

Jiang Qian looked at him in surprise, nodded, and handed him her music score.

I wanted to say that the song was a bit difficult, but then I felt that saying this would seem like disrespecting the other person, so I didn't say anything.

Lin Zhengran thanked him and simply flipped through it. After memorizing it, he smiled and put it on the piano, playing it lightly with his fingers.

In just a moment when the piano music was played, Jiang Qian's eyes dilated slightly and she was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

I listened carefully to his treatment of some of the difficult parts of this piece, and the more I listened, the more exaggerated they became.

Even my professional tutor has praised my talent in piano, saying that I am extremely talented.

But even I still make mistakes when playing this extremely difficult piano piece.

But not only did Lin Zhengran not make any mistakes, there were several key points where he played well, and his playing was much smoother than his own, making it easy for people to be immersed in it.

The beautiful piano music echoed in the practice room for a long time, and the music reminded Jiang Qian of her previous two failures.

I remembered how arrogant I was when I thought he couldn't play the piano.

The girl's delicate hands slowly clenched into fists.

When the piano piece reached its climax in the second half, Jiang Qian became completely aware that her level was definitely not as good as the boy in front of her. This was originally her most confident specialty. At this moment, assistant Fang Meng outside the corridor also heard the piano sound and came over. Looking at the scene in the room, she was also shocked and speechless.

Lin Zhengran, who was halfway through playing, suddenly said, "This place will be much better if you treat it like this. You can try it."

He went over a node that had been bounced.

Jiang Qian looked at him, and Lin Zhengran also turned to look at Jiang Qian. To Lin Zhengran, it didn't matter whether Jiang Qian listened or not, because he was just giving a kind reminder anyway.

Although the girl didn't say anything, she sat on her piano and tried to play it according to Lin Zhengran's method.

There was a mistake the first time.

Lin Zhengran suggested: "Put the second one"

"Got it." She readjusted and played again. This time it was actually very smooth. Jiang Qian was amazed.

I had clearly practiced this passage many times before and tried many different methods but still couldn't play it perfectly. However, under his guidance, I was able to learn it instantly in just one minute and was very familiar with it.

Jiang Qian incredibly tried to play it twice more, with the same ending and the melody almost perfect.

Lin Zhengran also marveled at how fast this girl learned. Although he could only learn twice as fast when teaching the contracted person, he could only be considered a famous teacher when teaching others normally.

But even so, when I was teaching Han Wenwen to read, many questions still required me to explain them twice before she could learn them.

But before Jiang Qian could finish her sentence, she already knew something was wrong.

There are indeed huge differences in personal strengths and talents.

Lin Zhengran praised: "You are really talented. You will probably achieve great success in this field in the future. In this case, let's start practicing the ensemble we will perform at the party tomorrow. Let me see what we should play..."

He took the music score next to him and found that it was really a very simple piano piece that even a novice could learn. Lin Zhengran said, "This is easy. Shall we start now?"

Jiang Qian did not answer, but looked at the piano coldly, with something else in her eyes.

Suddenly Jiang Qian stood up and walked out of the house: "Sorry, I have to leave you for a moment."

She walked to the door and stopped. "Actually, I don't think there's any need to practice anymore. My piano skills are not as good as yours. I think you can play the simple songs we're going to perform tomorrow easily. I'm not even qualified to have you accompany me."

Lin Zhengran blinked and looked at her, thinking, is it that profound? It's just a show: "So you're not practicing tonight?"

Jiang Qian: "Just go on stage tomorrow. I know you won't have any problems with your level."

After saying that, she left the classroom, and Fang Meng, who was standing in the corridor, naturally heard everything.

Others may not understand, but she is the only one who understands that although Qianqian appears to not care about anything, she is actually extremely competitive. It seems that only in this way does she feel that she is worthy of her father's high investment in her training.

So as not to waste the resources of the family.

However, as a boy from an ordinary family, Lin Zhengran could find excuses for his academic performance and sports performance, saying it was due to good luck or natural physique. But Jiang Qian was best at piano, and she knew that there was no luck in this field, and crushing victory meant crushing defeat.

It may seem like the same song, but in the eyes of an expert, the levels of the players are very different, not to mention that the other player has reached the point where he can teach him.

"Qianqian! Are you okay?"

Jiang Qian looked back at Fang Meng and continued walking forward: "Let's go home. I want to go back to my room and calm down."

The Rolls-Royce stopped at the school gate shortly afterwards, and Jiang Qian and Fang Meng, classmates, took the car back home.

Lin Zhengran sat alone in the classroom, listening to the sounds of drills in several classrooms away. He thought that since they were not practicing anymore, he might as well continue reading.

On the way home, Fang Meng looked at Jiang Qian's gloomy expression.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Qianqian?"

Jiang Qian couldn't hear anything anymore.

Jiang Qian is sixteen years old this year. She has never met such a strong opponent in her life. He is so strong that she doesn’t know how to defeat him when she thinks of the piano piece Lin Zhengran just played.

As soon as she got home that night, she locked herself in the room and lay down on the bed. The second young lady looked into the distance with lifeless eyes, as if her eyes were empty.

The next morning, Jiang Qian walked out of the room wearing the same clothes.

Fang Meng understood something: "Qianqian, you didn't take off your clothes to sleep last night."

"Because I didn't sleep at all."

Fang Meng: ".It's so exaggerated."

Jiang Qian is now in a state of a walking corpse. She eats, washes, takes the bus to school, and then stares blankly in the practice room until the school officially holds a welcome ceremony for freshmen in the evening.

The head teacher said nervously, "It will be your turn to go on stage soon. Jiang Qian, Lin Zhengran, are you both ready?"

Lin Zhengran nodded: "No problem, teacher."

Jiang Qian's eyes were dull and she exuded a desperate aura. She whispered, "Don't worry, teacher. There will be no problem."

Lin Zhengran had cold sweat on his forehead, wondering what was wrong with this guy. Why did she seem so different today from a few days ago?

Fortunately, the speech went on smoothly. Although Jiang Qian was not in good condition, she would not bring shame to the family once she was on stage. As a representative of the freshmen, she was passionate and able to boost everyone's emotions.

The piano ensemble that followed also ended smoothly and elegantly.

All the freshmen outside the venue applauded and exclaimed when they heard the beautiful piano melody.

In the audience seats of Class Three, little He Qing looked jealously at the two people standing together and bowing to the audience with their hands clasped together.

Jiang Xueli also gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, wondering why these two people looked so much like a couple! Damn Zheng Ran!

Only Han Wenwen, who is good at observing people's hearts, listened to the whole process in the backstage of the contestants and blinked curiously: "Hmm? It seems that this classmate Jiang Qian has suffered some kind of major blow. What happened?"

She looked at Lin Zhengran again, her sensitive nerves were touched and she murmured to herself: "Suddenly I have a bad feeling."

After Lin Zhengran and Jiang Qian left the stage, Jiang Qian's cold eyes instantly turned into despair, because from the ensemble just now, Jiang Qian once again heard the huge gap between her and Lin Zhengran.

After the freshman party, Jiang Qian took three consecutive days of sick leave and went home to recuperate.

It was not until the morning of the fourth day that the second young lady finally woke up from the bed, lying on the pillow with a flushed face and the shyness of a young girl.

(End of this chapter)