Actually, he had to thank the Qilin Arm Realm, which allowed him to master the terrifying overclocked Qilin Arm in advance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to accomplish such a feat so easily.
To become a top-notch pianist, apart from being able to play music, the most important thing was to have a pair of hands suitable for playing the piano. Without years of hard work and muscle memory, it was impossible to become a top-notch pianist.
And before Chen Guang entered the world of pianists, he already had the unexplainable Qilin Arm Realm.
Liuli was still typing away at the computer. She snorted through her nose. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
"It's alright, that girl in the black robe is really …"
"Get lost!"
With a kick, Master Guang returned to the modern world.
He looked up and saw Zhou Long glaring at him with a face full of hatred. He turned his head and saw a white piano in the corner of the Mercedes-Benz 4S shop.
As expected of a Mercedes-Benz, even the 4S shop was so fancy.
Then, I'll let you down.
If the heavens want you dead, you have no choice but to die!
I'll give you Liszt's "Recollections of Don Juan"!
I hope you like it.
Since he had already caused such a ruckus with Zhou Long and Zhuo Jingsi's parents, he had to go through with it. He couldn't give this guy any more guts. He had to step on him! At the same time, he had to make Father and Mother Zhuo completely give up on this lousy pianist.
So, Chen Guang chose the "Recollections of Don Juan" that Zhou Long would definitely know was amazing.
Liszt's "Recollections of Don Juan" adapted from Mozart's opera "Recollections of Don Juan" had always been known as the most difficult piano piece to play. Saying it was the most difficult might be debatable, but there was no doubt that it was one of the top ten most difficult pieces in the world.
Everyone who dared to perform this piece in public in a concert hall was a famous pianist who had gone through thousands of trials and tribulations and meticulously prepared for it.
If one could perform this extremely difficult piece perfectly in public, they would have the chance to be recognized by the world and join the ranks of famous pianists in the country and even the world.
With Zhou Long's current level, he could try it a few times in private, but it was impossible for him to perform it in public.
Of course, it would be great if he succeeded in challenging a difficult piece, as it would increase his fame.
But if he failed, he would lose a lot of face.
Of course, different pianists might have different interpretations. Real musicians all had their own personal styles.
Music wasn't a mathematical formula. You couldn't say that just because he was faster than the previous performer by 0.1 milliseconds, it would be worse than the original. Perhaps the earliest composer had the same rhythm in this section.
Liszt had been dead for a long time, and even if he were to come back to life, he might not dare to say that his version was the most beautiful in history.
Music was more perceptual than rational.
In the process of playing the piano, there were countless coincidences. When these coincidences were linked together, they formed the pianist's personal style.
Some people felt that Horowitz's version was the most beautiful, while others felt that Li Yundi's version was better.
Although the two of them didn't seem to be on the same level, everyone who listened to the music could make their own subjective judgment.
That's how I feel. There's nothing you can do about it. Music could be objective, but the judgment depended more on the listener's subjective feelings. Everyone had the freedom to choose who they liked more.
Even if the same person performed the same piece in different places, with precise instruments, countless variations could be found. No one could tell which was better or worse.
There was no first place in literature, and there was no second place in martial arts. It was the same in music.
But Chen Guang wasn't like that. He was different from all the pianists in history.
He was the most perfect craftsman. The way the music was, the way he played it would be the same.
Today, I played the same way. In another place, at another time, I played the same way. Even if you used the most precise instrument, you wouldn't be able to find the difference, because I was as precise as you.
He had no style. That was his only style.
After Chen Guang made his decision, he stood up and looked straight at Zhou Long. "Zhou Long, you said that you can play the piano better than me?"
Zhou Long's heart, which was about to be completely shattered, recovered a little. He said firmly, "Of course!"
"There's a piano over there. I'll give you one last lesson."
As Chen Guang spoke, he ignored everyone's astonished gazes and strode towards the white piano. When he was about to reach the piano, he suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask the manager, "Can I use this piano?"
The manager was a little hesitant, but finally nodded.
Then, Chen Guang sat down and turned his head to Zhuo Jingsi, Zhou Long, and the others who were staring at him in shock. He grinned and said, "Let me give you a Don Juan."
As soon as he finished speaking, he began to play.
Zhou Long was shocked. He really didn't understand why this kid would challenge him in his own field of expertise.
Of course, he knew this was one of the top ten most difficult songs in the world. Even a professional pianist could easily humiliate himself by challenging this song without preparation, let alone a young man who didn't look like a pianist.
Zhuo Jingsi was even more confused than Zhou Long. Although she had only been Chen Guang's tutor for half a semester, she had asked a lot about him in class, but she had never heard that he could play the piano.
He knew that Zhou Long was a new master pianist in the country, so why would he want to compete with Zhou Long on this matter for no reason?
Could it be that this kid had been hiding his skills all this time?
But that didn't make sense!
You've really hidden yourself too deeply!
Based on Zhuo Jingsi's understanding of Chen Guang, this guy was the kind of person who wanted the whole world to know about his skills.
Just like his English and his driving skills. According to Lin Jingwei, he was almost invincible in games.
But after thirty seconds, Zhuo Jingsi no longer had any doubts about Chen Guang.
His hands were like smooth water, and like butterflies flying up and down, cheering and jumping on the piano keys.
Beautiful notes burst out from under his fingers at an extremely fast speed, knocking on Zhuo Jingsi's heart.
Zhou Long's face became paler and paler. He had recently practiced this song, so of course he knew how difficult it was.
Chen Guang's performance was so precise that even with his professional ears, he couldn't pick out any flaws.
But this wasn't what scared Zhou Long the most.
Five minutes later, Zhou Long finally realized the horror of Chen Guang's piano skills.
Of course, there were people who had performed "Don Juan Reminiscences" in public, but even the world-famous masters would often be accompanied by extremely intense body language when performing this song. The expression on their faces would be uncontrollable because they were completely immersed in it, sometimes ferocious, sometimes even more ferocious.
But Chen Guang wasn't like this. He was smiling from beginning to end, and even turned his head to look around from time to time. But the movements of his hands never slowed down or became chaotic.
Casual precision!
This was the most suitable word that Zhou Long could think of to describe Chen Guang's current state.
It was too scary. How good was this person to be able to play "Don Juan Reminiscences" like he was taking a stroll in the park!
Zhou Long didn't know that Chen Guang wasn't pretending to look around. He was really worried that someone would take a photo of him.
He had posted on Weibo as an almighty superman, and now he wasn't wearing a mask. If someone took a video and posted it online, it was inevitable that they would associate it with the almighty superman.
Fortunately, no one took a photo of him for the time being.
Zhou Long's mind was in a state of confusion. Impossible, absolutely impossible. This isn't something a human can do!
I don't believe he can still do this after ten minutes!
I don't believe it!
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