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Liszt's Don Juan's memories. Very few people in the piano department didn't know about this piece, but similarly very few people could successfully play it.

Don Juan's recollection was not particularly difficult for the world's top piano masters, at least for a player of Lang's rank. However, to the current students of the Zhonghai Art Academy and piano department, this piece of music was already considered to be at the top.

After all, Don Juan's recollection was one of the world's ten hardest pianos.

There was no music score and there was no rehearsal, but at the moment, Ye Zifeng was sitting beside the piano, easily able to play it. Furthermore, his fingers were moving quickly, as if he did not need to think at all, to such a degree that even Mo Lan, who was standing behind him, felt astonished.

naturally did not pose a problem when it came to playing Tang Juan's memories, but if it was a situation where she was as proficient as Ye Zifeng who did not have any music score to play, Mo Lan believed that she would not be able to do it.

Don Juan's recollection was a short piano piece that did not last long, only fifteen to twenty minutes.

However, in just the short span of over ten minutes, the entire piano hall had become completely silent. Everyone's gazes instantly gathered on Ye Zifeng, especially the girls, who no longer had any thoughts of discussing or gossiping. It could be said that their entire bodies were sunk in deep silence as they stood in the middle of this music, unable to extricate themselves from it for a long time.

At this moment, there were no longer any sounds of clamoring or questioning in the piano's classroom. When Ye Zifeng's recollection of the Don Juan came out, basically all the clamor returned to calmness. There was no one who followed Zhang Qiang and shouted that Ye Zifeng was merely a person who didn't understand music.

In the piano's classroom, Zhang Qiang and Ouyang Baanruo's performance was extreme.

At this time, Ouyang Baanruo had already walked out from being ashamed to the point of being ashamed, she looked at the front of the stage with a gaze of pride and worship, supporting her head with both hands, Ouyang Baanruo's face bloomed into a smile, and there was even a hint of infatuation.

"I didn't expect this guy to be so well-hidden. The one who didn't say anything was an expert. Hehe!" Ouyang Baanruo thought proudly in her heart.

But Zhang Qiang's expression was extremely unsightly. A burst of green and red, a wave of white. He thought back to how he had just called Ye Zifeng a mere disciple with a false reputation, a fuerdai who did not understand music, and now, had used a reminiscence of a Don Juan to slap his own face.

Although Ye Zifeng's memory of the song had already pierced through everyone's eardrums, Zhang Qiang who was seated below was still unwilling to believe in this reality.

"Impossible, even a single note isn't bad. How is this possible? How can he be so powerful?"

Zhang Qiang muttered in disbelief, as if his self-confidence had suffered another heavy blow. It was not easy to play the whole memory of Don Juan, even though it was twenty years since he had violated the piano at the age of three. Yet Ye Zifeng, who was on the stage, was able to do it so easily and so casually.

"That's impossible. He's just a family member who doesn't know anything. He must have just coincidentally played this tune. I want to expose him, I want to expose him! "

At the moment, Zhang Qiang's mind was muddled from anger and injustice, and he had lost his basic ability to judge others. How could someone who could play the melody of Don Juan's memories only know it? Therefore, Zhang Qiang was only deceiving himself, he was not willing to face reality.

The memories of the Tang Juan flowed smoothly under Ye Zifeng's hands. It was so skillful and so pleasant to listen to, but in just a short ten minutes, it was already enough to make people forget about him.

Not long after, as Ye Zifeng's finger was raised high into the air, the Tang Juan's memories also came to an end. With a few distinct notes, the melody came to an end.

However, at this moment, the piano room was still silent. It was as if everyone was still immersed in the soothing melody.

The first person to regain his senses in the classroom was none other than the beautiful female teacher, Mo Lan.

The current Mo Lan gave Ye Zifeng a gaze filled with deep love, and then, a pair of jade hands began to move without reservation.

Following Mo Lan's applause, the entire pianist auditorium started to burst out with sparse applause, and soon after, everyone reacted to it. The applause in the entire classroom could be said to be growing louder and louder, to the point where all the students in the classroom had begun to stand up, and some even started to cheer loudly.

Ye Zifeng smiled bashfully, walked to the front of the stage and bowed deeply to all the students in accordance with the etiquette.

Even though this detail was minuscule, it completely showed the cultivation that Ye Zifeng had had since he was young, and also showed the respect that he had for those that he listened to.

"Amazing, simply amazing!"

Mo Lan clapped as she walked to Ye Zifeng's side.

Mo Lan looked at Ye Zifeng with a face full of praise, but other than praise, there were many other emotions, and one could say it was similar to Ouyang Baanruo.

"Students, do you think that this Tang Juan's recollection of Ye Zifeng's poem is good?"

"Good, good, good!"

"How about we invite Ye Zifeng to say a few words?"

As she spoke emotionally, Mo Lan bowed and moved Ye Zifeng to the center of the stage.

Ye Zifeng did not hold back and laughed softly: "Fellow students, music and poetry have always been means to improve your emotions and are not tools to compete bravely and viciously. I didn't want to go on stage today, but in order to dispel the misunderstanding of my classmates and to give myself a chance to prove my identity, I chose to stand at the podium. I think this memory of Don Juan should prove myself, or at least that I'm not someone who can only go through the back door without understanding music. "

After saying that, Ye Zifeng's gaze directly landed on Zhang Qiang, who was standing at the very front of the class. "Zhang Qiang, do you have any objections to me?"

It was clear that Ye Zifeng was trying to put an end to Zhang Qiang's misery and show his might. Especially the music that was mentioned by Ye Zifeng earlier wasn't for fighting bravely, it was clearly meant for Zhang Qiang to hear.

In the face of Ye Zifeng's words, Zhang Qiang's fury fell from the sky, and that sort of unyielding spirit seemed to fill Zhang Qiang's entire mind, causing him to lose the ability to think.

Relying on his anger, Zhang Qiang stood up from his seat and sneered at Ye Zifeng: "I, Zhang Qiang, do not agree with Student Ye's words. "Skills are things that need to be compared and polished against each other. Without a comparison, how can one tell whether it's good or bad?"

"Although Ye Zifeng had completely played out Tang Juan's memories just now, that does not mean that you, Ye Wen, can slander music and call it a small path. Just based on those words of yours, I, Zhang Qiang, will still issue a challenge to you. If you still do not dare to agree to the battle, then I, Zhang Qiang, will still be the same as before.

No one in the pianist classroom would have thought that Zhang Qiang would be like his name, being so strong that he would not forget to issue a challenge to Ye Zifeng even at a time like this.

However, after everyone heard Ye Zifeng's recollection of the Tang Juan, everyone seemed to be looking forward to the battle between Ye Zifeng and his guqin even more.