At this moment, Chen Fan was like a god to him!
Otherwise, look at his clothes, look at his appearance, and look at this extraordinary and unique food. They are all made by gods!
Perhaps, a Heavenly God could give him some guidance!？
"But, Chen Fan, I just made up a rough beginning. I couldn't play it anymore.”
Both of his hands skillfully held onto the piano, and then, his piano skills exploded!
A series of pleasant music appeared in the preparation room!
Chen Fan was stunned.
As expected!
It was exactly the same as in the future!
However...
It was even more beautiful!
After all, he was the god of piano!
Even without the second half, it sounded better than those so-called masters in the future!
What he played had a kind of soul!
Suddenly!
Halfway through the performance, a pained expression appeared on his face!
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I can't play anymore!
I can't play anymore!
It was not because he was old and his body could not take it anymore!
It was because he had no inspiration!
His inspiration had dried up!
The piano song that was played halfway stopped abruptly!
Chen Fan was also very uncomfortable!
This feeling was like watching a very enjoyable American blockbuster, but halfway through it, the power suddenly went out!
Aren't you angry?
This feeling of having nowhere to put her was the worst!
After all, the Turkish March was a treasure of human art. It was one of the pinnacle of human piano skills!
"Sigh!"
"It still won't work!"
said Franz Amazt in disappointment.
His face was filled with regret!
"I used to think that I could write the second half of the song just by using your refreshing Floral Dew. Now that I think about it, I was thinking too much!”
"Although the Floral Dew was slightly useful, it made the first half of my song a little longer…However, it still couldn't solve the fundamental problem!”
A pained expression appeared on his face.
"I'm still a little bit away, just a little bit!”
"How disappointing!"
Chen Fan felt the same way as he looked at the crazy Mozarteum!
After all, he was a master of this level. When he was composing, he was in such a crazy state!
Only in this state could he create the most extreme music!
And Chen Fan could feel it too!
It was just like the final math question in the college entrance examination. You were just short of the final score to get into Qinghua!
However, he could not solve the problem!
This kind of feeling was simply making people collapse!
Chen Fan suddenly had an idea!
"I'll go!"
"I remember now!"
"Isn't it just the second half of the Turkish March?”
"I do!"
What?
Instantly, he was stunned!
Impossible!
The song that he had thought so hard about…
How could Chen Fan have it?
Or could it be that he had already found the second half of the train of thought?？
He looked at Chen Fan in confusion. Could it be that this mysterious man from the East, who was like a god, also knew how to play the piano?？
Chen Fan took out his phone!
He often downloaded some classical music from his phone!
After all, Chen Fan was also a music major at Capital University!
Although Chen Fan had studied music appreciation, he could also perform some simple performances!
Especially the piano. Although Chen Fan was not good at playing, he was very interested in it!
Cultivating one's sentiments!
Therefore, he took out his phone!
Amazt was stunned!
This was…
What was this?
It was like a small brick, but it was extremely bright, and there were all kinds of colors on it…
It looked like a metal material, but it was a little psychedelic...
This left Wolfgang Amazt dumbfounded!
What was this?
Then, he opened the music app!
He found the Turkish March that he had treasured for a long time!
Then, he slowly played the song!
Instantly, fast-paced music filled the entire preparation room!
Instantly, that Mozartean stood up in shock!
"This…"
" What's this?!"
" Why is it able to play music?!"
"Such a small thing can actually have such a loud sound!？”
Mozartef was stunned!
His entire brain was not working well!
At this moment, it was as if he had been struck by lightning!
His lips trembled!
However, the more he listened, the more shocked he became!
Because this music…
Wasn't it his own Turkish March?？
It was exactly the same!
Could it be…
This deity was using this small brick-like magical thing to perform!？
Was this a heavenly instrument?
The first half was exactly the same!
However, they entered the second half!
At first, he thought that there was nothing else, because he had already played until this point!
but.
The violent music movement resounded once again!
He continued, without any signs of separation in the middle. It was natural!
"Oh my god!"
"Oumaika!"
"Oh my god!"
Amazurt sighed repeatedly!
"Amazing, amazing!"
"This is what I want!"
"This is the song of my dreams!”
"It's done! Heavens!"
"You actually finished this song!”
Amazement was written all over his face!
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