Chapter 89

Liu Mu Han sniffed the words and snorted, and the color of worry in his eyes was even worse.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Yang Ling stood up with a faint smile and walked slowly towards the stage.

On the stage, zhangjiahua sneered: "you really have the courage to come up."

Yang Ling took the violin from him and said faintly, "there are always some people who are self righteous, but in my opinion, your so-called self-confidence is not vulnerable."

"Hum!"

When passing by, zhangjiahua sneered in his ear: "this game is just the beginning, I will find you slowly."

With a cold hum, he went straight down the stage.

In Yang Ling's opinion, zhangjiahua is no different from the people he met before, just a group of clowns.

He sat down calmly, glanced at the people below, and then, without waiting for Huang to start, he casually tried his hand. After that, he stroked the string and slowly pulled it with his right hand.

"Ding, musical instrument proficient in skills."

As the voice of the system fell, beautiful notes burst out from his fingertips.

"Hiss!"

When the sound of the piano sounded, Huang directly pumped out the air conditioner!

"Is this chakon?"

But he played so spiritually!

Not only Huang Lao, the music master, but also the gourd eaters who knew nothing about violin at the bottom were all staring at each other!

"This... He can really play the violin!"

"Wow, that's very nice, isn't it?"

People were surprised at first, but with the continuous flow of notes, the shock on their faces began to dissipate, replaced by an intoxicated look.

The notes on Yangling's fingertips are sometimes as clear as the rain on an empty mountain, sometimes as passionate as the scorching sun, sometimes as lonely as a boat on a moonlit night, which makes them sink into one beautiful world after another with the change of notes.

Both men and women close their eyes tightly at the moment, as if they are in a dreamland, addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

The whole scene fell into infinite peace, only the beautiful sound of violin rippled a little.

Almost everyone was intoxicated, but only one person was awake. This person was zhangjiahua!

His face is as ugly as eating a fly. Under such a melody, you don't have to know that you are sure to lose, and you will lose to the ground!

The elegant sound of the violin stopped suddenly when it was about to step into the highest court. It was like a good dream was interrupted. Everyone suddenly woke up and then looked at Yang Ling with wide eyes.

The expression was like a resentful woman, not to mention how miserable it was.

Yang Ling some helpless wry smile way: "sorry, I forgot the score."

"I'll play it to you next time."

"Hiss!"

There was a voice of air-conditioning, and everyone looked at Yang Ling bitterly. If all the people here were not people with identity, they would be turned into angry women on the spot.

But even if it was only played for more than half of the time, the effect was achieved. After they calmed down, the whole audience was in an uproar!

"God, how could the world have such wonderful music!"

"My ears, they're going to be pregnant!"

"Wuwuwuwu, little brother, I still want to listen. Please play to Gaochao again, OK?"

"Hello, would you like to arrange a time for Yang Ling to meet our daughter?"

"Husband, are you crazy? My daughter is only ten years old!"

Looking at the expressions of the people below, Yang Ling laughed in her heart.

How can you forget music score when you have him who never forgets?

He did it on purpose!

"Didn't you laugh at me just now? I won't let you feel comfortable. What can I do for you? "

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