C220 What Are You Doing
C220 What Are You Doing
But even though they were familiar with each other, there was not a single person who was able to converse with Chen Fusheng.
Liu Lin's face was also livid. He stared at Chen Fusheng and was caught off guard by Chen Fusheng's move.
He was originally a very narrow-minded man, but after battling with Chen Fusheng a few times, he couldn't help but admire him in his heart.
Initially, he had thought that he was already a talented genius at languages. At such a young age, he was already able to grasp eight foreign languages. He wouldn't be at a disadvantage in front of any genius.
But today, when he met Chen Fusheng, he felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.
"What are you blabbering about here? I don't understand anything. I think you're just spouting nonsense!"
Zhao Yanqiu now said angrily, her face red as blood.
People of her generation were at that time the most popular was' Lord of the Rings'. How could she not have seen it? How could he not know that Chen Fusheng spoke elven language?
However, she wasn't willing to admit Chen Fusheng's excellence, because if that happened, then where would her face go?
Lin Lan finally regained her self-confidence. She wiped the tears off her face and said with a smile, "Zhao Yanqiu, don't you think that your kind of pestering sounds quite boring?"
"My husband speaks the language of the elves. Who in our generation doesn't know that? If you feel that something's wrong, you can start up your phone and play it on that page right now.
Zhao Yanqiu braced herself and said, "If it's played, it's played. Who do you think is afraid of you?"
"Enough!"
Seeing that Zhao Yanqiu directly took out her phone, Liu Lin stopped her. It was clear that he had lost the first match. Even if he were to pester the other party, there was no point in doing so.
Once the movie was broadcasted again, there would be no meaning other than to embarrass himself further.
"I've lost this round. In terms of language talent, I'm temporarily not as good as you."
Right now, Liu Lin's expression was extremely ugly and he was extremely unwilling to admit defeat.
After he admitted defeat, Lin Lan happily jumped up and tightly hugged Chen Fusheng's waist. She excitedly said: "Hubby, you're awesome! I'm so proud of you! "
Zhao Yanqiu was so jealous that her face turned pale. She pointed at Lin Lan and said, "Don't be too complacent. The competition has just started. It's not certain who will win!"
With that, she pulled at Liu Lin's sleeve and said, "Hubby, don't be discouraged. Competing with him on the piano is your most formidable domain."
Liu Lin nodded his head: "No problem."
He was suppressed by Chen Fusheng to the point that he couldn't even lift his head, so in the next match, he must get back at him.
He really didn't believe it. Could it be that this Chen Fusheng was omniscient and was stronger than him in every field?
There was a piano on the grass in the yard.
After Liu Lin sat down, his mind searched for the song. He wanted to pick the hardest one, the one that would shock Chen Fusheng and make him feel ashamed, obediently admitting defeat.
It was a pity that Liu Lin was only barely able to meet the threshold of level 8 in terms of his piano attainments. If one insisted on playing the most difficult song, it was extremely likely that there would be mistakes.
But at this point, Liu Lin could not care so much anymore. He braced himself and played an "Arabian Flute". This song was extremely difficult even to a level 8 professional player.
Liu Lin had played it many times before. Although the effects were not perfect, he was familiar with it and would not make any mistakes.
In his heart, he believed that even if Chen Fusheng could play the piano, his professional abilities would not be as high as his own. Even if he made a mistake, he might not be able to understand it.
Following the press of his finger, the melody drifted to the yard in the villa. The prelude was beautiful, and the rhythm was bright and quick.
Everyone closed their eyes. Following the rhythm of the piano, they beat the beat with their hands.
When Zhao Yanqiu saw this scene, a smile appeared on her face once again, as if she had found her confidence once more. She looked in Lin Lan's direction with disdain.
At this moment, Lin Lan pulled Chen Fusheng's arm and asked with uncertainty, "I feel like he's quite professional in playing. Are you really sure you can beat him?"
Chen Fusheng smiled but did not deny it.
Lin Lan became even more nervous. She couldn't figure out what Chen Fusheng meant at all. However, from the looks of it, he seemed rather confident.
However, in her heart, she still did not have much hope. He felt that Chen Fusheng being able to be a head above Liu Lin in terms of words was already an amazing miracle.
Even if he lost later, it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
If Chen Fusheng also had extremely high attainments on the piano, he would have once again defeated Liu Lin.
Damn, even Lin Lan didn't dare to keep thinking about it.
Just as she was thinking in her mind, Liu Lin's side had already finished playing the entire song.
Those old classmates of his started clapping one after another, the praises echoing in his ears.
"Damn, this level of playing is too high. It's really too good to listen to."
"I've also practiced piano for a while, but I've never been able to reach this level. Even my teacher wouldn't be able to play such a difficult song like that."
"From what you're saying, Liu Lin's bet is 90% certain?"
"More or less. I don't believe that Lin Lan's fiancé is stronger than him."
At this time, Liu Lin slowly stood up from the piano chair. He extended his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead and his heart was finally relieved.
This time, it was totally a superb performance. Even after playing the entire song, there wasn't the slightest mistake. It could be considered the pinnacle of his personal strength.
However, because he was too nervous just now, he felt weak after finishing a song.
Zhao Yanqiu walked to her husband's side with a face full of pride. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and said excitedly, "Hubby, you played so well! Just like Mozart! "
After praising her husband, she turned around to look at Chen Fusheng and said in a weird tone, "Now it's your turn."
Chen Fusheng smiled lightly and turned his head to look at Lin Lan. He said, "Wait for me here for a moment, I will be back soon."
Lin Lan nodded and looked at Chen Fusheng's back without blinking. As he got closer and closer to the piano, Lin Lan's heart was in her throat.
When Chen Fusheng sat on the piano chair, Lin Lan couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
This figure …
Why did he feel a sense of déjà vu?
And this feeling was so intense, as if he had thought about it day and night before?
Chen Fusheng!
That's right, it was him!
No wonder when he first met Zhang Fu, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
The reason was because his body shape was too similar to Chen Fusheng. It was as if he was carved from the same mold.
At this moment, the piano was playing properly.
Warmth, gentleness, winding around for three days, refreshing the heart.
Everyone was very familiar with the tune that Chen Fusheng played. It was actually the simplest Happy Birthday Song.
Liu Lin immediately stopped him and angrily said: "Who are you looking down at? What kind of plane is this?"
"I'm talking about Arabic-style music. It's really a piece of music with a level eight difficulty level. Are you going to use such a simple and crude melody to compete with me?"
Zhao Yanqiu also sneered at the side and said with disdain, "If you can't do it, then just say it. Why are you stalling for time here? In any case, you will be the one to embarrass yourself in the end."