I got it. Before I came in, I was ridiculing Zhou Long for being able to play the piano, but I ended up entering the World of Cups!
Seriously, how could I accept this?
If you want to kill me, just give me your Green Dragon Crescent Blade!
However, there was something that Chen Guang couldn't figure out. Although he said that playing the piano was worthless, he knew that it wasn't as simple as it seemed.
It wasn't as simple as moving your fingers and randomly pressing on the piano. Even if you could play the piano, you were still miles away from it.
Other than that, there were millions of people who could play the piano. To people who didn't understand music, it was the same thing.
But why were some people called pianists, while others could only squat in middle school to teach students? The most important difference was in one word, musical literacy.
When one's musical literacy reached a certain level, playing the same score would sound like it was on a completely different level to people who understood music.
Other than that, being able to play someone else's score to compose one's own was another level of difference.
So in history, there were Beethoven, Mozart, and Tchaikovsky who were engraved on monuments. Even after hundreds of years, they were still looked up to by countless people.
Music that could truly be remembered in history was able to strike the deepest parts of one's heart. It was the sound that came from the depths of a pianist's soul. To produce this kind of sound, it required incomparable spirituality, extraordinary talent, unparalleled understanding and talent of music, and enough perseverance. Only then could one become a true master.
At least in Chen Guang's understanding, although the World of Cups at the Spirit Sky level was powerful, his previous training was mostly focused on improving his body's instinctive reactions.
English was thrown into the environment of the Sea of Moments, forcing him to live with pirates who spoke with a medieval accent. He had to learn it.
To play DOTA, he had to train his body and brain to form an intuition-like instinct for the game through days and days of boring training. Perhaps the changes in the game version would cause his level to fluctuate, but as long as he got used to the version, he would be able to make the right decision at the right time and react the fastest without thinking.
There was no need to talk about the Racing God Training Ground, Pencil Sharpening, and Qilin Arms.
But if he was good at playing the piano, he would be a musician, a master. The difficulty level should be the same as that of a businessman. There was no reason for him to appear now!
Chen Guang pondered while looking at the music scores on the piano stand in front of him. His heart was at a loss.
At least ten minutes had passed, but the people around him did not move at all. They were still looking at him expectantly and whispering to each other from time to time.
The blonde waitress, who was dressed in revealing clothes and had a white patch on her chest, was carrying a tray and walking through the crowd. From time to time, she would pat people's buttocks and tease them for a while. Then, she would put the wine glasses on the tray on the guest's table and bend down to let people stuff the coins into her breasts.
After a brief moment, Chen Guang noticed that the waitress had returned. Her steps were the same as before, and there wasn't any difference in her expression. It was so much so that there wasn't any change in her dress when she was patted.
As expected, it was still a shoddy production. Even though it looked so real, it was a completely different concept from Captain Annie and Old Jack on the Anne Royal. This was basically a holographic projection that was being played on repeat.
But it really hurt when the things that these bastards threw at him hit his head.
Without Liuli's guidance or the electronic voice of the Heavenly Holy Grail, Chen Guang knew that Liuli's attitude earlier was not fake. She really planned to let him go.
Fine, let's just do it. Anyway, the piano was here, and so was the music score. After thinking about it, he just had to play according to the music score.
After squinting at the music score in front of him for half an hour, Chen Guang could not even move his fingers.
He could not … understand it at all …
Ever since he was young, he had never even looked at the music score of a nursery rhyme, let alone the piano!
What the hell was there to learn!
At least give him some instructions!
Even a beginner's textbook would be good!
With an incomparable pain in the ass, he pressed both his hands hard on the piano.
The sound of ten fingers hitting the keys at the same time suddenly broke the silence under the hustle and bustle of the Virginian.
The next moment, the crowd was furious again. One after another, inexplicable things flew into the sky and landed on Chen Guang's face, body, and head.
After a long time, they finally stopped. Pulling off half a piece of buttered bread and butter from his face, Chen Guang's face was filled with vicissitudes of life. He understood now. These animals who were watching for fun were equivalent to sound test machines. If he left the bench or played the wrong thing, they would go crazy.
After calming down a little, Chen Guang extended his left index finger and casually pressed a key. Ding!
Then, he was greeted by another storm.
People said that a true gentleman should not speak when watching a chess game. These onlookers on the Virginian were definitely the audience who were the furthest away from a true gentleman in this world. There was no audience master worse than them.
After trying 66 of the 88 keys, Chen Guang was finally happy to find that these people did not go crazy at the first moment.
Well, it was undeniable that they were the most accurate instruments and would not miss a single wrong sound.
But if he hesitated a little, he would end up with chicken soup all over his head.
Because he had not pressed the second key for a long time.
Chen Guang stared at the score and understood. This note referred to this key. He firmly memorized it and memorized it without explanation.
It was not important whether he understood it or not. It was fine as long as he could draw the same sound.
Just like that, Chen Guang did not know how many things were thrown on him. Finally, he stumbled through the entire song.
Thanks to the cleaning and restoration function of the World in the Cup, he felt that he would be buried in steak, bread, cups, and plates.
By the way, the cleaning function of the World in the Cup did not let go of his body. It was absolutely instantaneous and clean, leaving no residue and no stains.
But he thought that he was free, and then he immediately realized that he was wrong. The crowd still went crazy again.
Being slapped in the face by a large piece of medium-rare steak, and feeling the taste of blood and gravy, Chen Guangming instantly understood. The sound of the flick was so unpleasant that he couldn't bear it either. The anger of these NPCs was only natural.
He did not know how much time had passed, and he did not know how many times he had released the last key. Then he waited for the storm to come again, but after a long time, there was no movement.
He looked around and suddenly felt tears streaming down his face. The people around him were finally no longer angry. Instead, they looked at him with surprise and disbelief.
In these people's eyes, there was worship and hatred. The eyes of the black jazz master were filled with unwillingness and contempt.
It was done. Chen Guang let out a long sigh of relief. Damn, he finally got through this song by rote.
If he remembered correctly, when 1900 in the movie "Pianist on the Sea" played the first song in front of everyone, the ordinary people showed this expression.
As his memory flowed, he compared the scene in front of him with the scene in the movie. This person and the picture actually overlapped!
That's right, the song I just played is also at the level of the performance of 1900 in the movie!
It was not easy. A person who did not understand music and had never played any musical instrument before could actually do this.
Not to mention other things, at least this song had become as good as 1900!
He did not need any musical talent. He only needed to memorize the corresponding keys of each note, and then let his hands grasp each subtle rhythm with the same mechanical precision.
Completely copied!
1900 possessed!
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