"Why are we leaving, and not you?" Zhou Tianyi said calmly, his voice carrying throughout the room. The clicking of spotlights did not move Zhou Tianyi in the slightest.
“Because I have to perform,” Jingbian replied proudly.
“Actually, you don’t have to perform.” However, no one expected Zhou Tianyi to say such a thing.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Jingbian's face vanished instantly, and he burst into laughter, saying, "If I don't perform, who will?"
“I’ll do it,” Zhou Tianyi said obediently.
"Hahaha, you come here, do you even know anything about music? Are you worthy? Do you even know what a piano is?" Jingbian mocked him mercilessly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"A Japanese person who doesn't learn his own country's musical instruments but instead learns other countries' instruments, and not only that, but he's so proud of it. You've really disgraced Japanese musicians."
Zhou Tianyi didn't answer the other person's question, but instead coldly retorted. Upon hearing his words, Jingbian immediately shouted, "What did you say?"
The musicians in the audience had different expressions: some were indifferent, some were watching the spectacle, some were dissatisfied, and some were in agreement.
Feeling humiliated, especially by the gazes of the crowd below, Jingbian's face darkened instantly. He glared at Zhou Tian and roared:
"What I learn is none of your business. Unlike your Celestial Empire, you don't even have a decent musical instrument, and there's only one person participating in the grand ceremony. What kind of music can you create?"
Inviting you to this music festival was the biggest mistake of all. You are not worthy to perform on the same stage with us, not even to listen to our music!
"Who says China can't create music? Of course, if you mean creating music like yours, then I'm sorry, the creation department really can't produce it, because nobody wants to create such garbage music."
"Hmph, don't talk big without reason." Jingbian laughed angrily, looking at Zhou Tianyi as if he were a fool. The other party had offended all the musicians with a single sentence, which was much more impressive than his own.
As expected, everyone showed dissatisfaction upon hearing Zhou Tianyi's words, and Zhou Tianyi instantly became the target of everyone's criticism.
"I'll give you ten minutes. If you're so capable, create a piece of work." Jingbian mocked.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Tian glanced around, taking in everyone's expressions, then looked towards the well, a smile playing on his lips. He said:
"Ten minutes isn't enough!"
Just as Jing Bian was about to say something, Zhou Tianyi's calm voice echoed throughout the room:
"Five thousand years of history cannot be fully described!"
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