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Chapter 298: 278 He Will Slaughter the List_3

Chapter 298: Chapter 278 He Will Slaughter the List_3

This is the etiquette due from a junior.

Lin Yuan didn’t see any problem with it. In fact, he harbored special feelings for Yang Zhongming. Setting aside those pieces provided by the System, Lin Yuan felt that Yang Zhongming was the person who gave him the most gains—

The latter was Lin Yuan’s true teacher!

Because most of Lin Yuan’s real knowledge in composition was actually imparted by Yang Zhongming’s character card. Even if Yang Zhongming himself had no knowledge of this, Lin Yuan had indubitably learned a lot from him.

Not much later.

They reached the fourteenth floor.

Old Zhou led Lin Yuan into a quiet office, knocked at the door, and waited till a voice inside invited them in. Then, he pushed open the door and walked in. Lin Yuan then saw a man in his early forties looking up at him.

The man was about one meter eighty centimeters tall.

He was tall with somewhat gaunt cheeks, slightly recessed eye sockets as if from chronic lack of rest, and thinning hair, common for a man his age. One could imagine that in his youth he must have been a very attractive man.

“Hello, Teacher Yang.”

Lin Yuan took the initiative to speak.

This was the first time the two had met. Yang Zhongming could never imagine that Lin Yuan was already very familiar with this visage of his, and even the composition knowledge Yang possessed was not strange to Lin Yuan.

Having received prior notice from Old Zhou.

Yang Zhongming didn’t get surprised at Lin Yuan’s appearance. He just stared at Lin Yuan, curiously studying him, before slowly saying after some time:

“I know who you are.”

Old Zhou laughed, “I just mentioned the matter to you. Listen to Lin Yuan’s composition this time. If you say it’s alright, then I will be reassured. Poorly handling this matter could ruin Xian Yu. I hope you take it to heart.”

“Xian Yu cannot be ruined.”

Yang Zhongming’s expression was suddenly quite serious, then he said softly to Lin Yuan, “There is nothing wrong with the song ‘Rooftop.’ It’s just that the Chu people are playing some sly tricks, which allowed them to take some advantage.”

Lin Yuan nodded.

He, of course, knew there was no problem with ‘Rooftop’. However, Yang Zhongming’s words had a comforting effect, so Lin Yuan didn’t say anything more and simply took out his phone, “Shall I play the tune for you?”

Yang Zhongming said, “Can you play it?”

Lin Yuan nodded, “I can, a little.”

Yang Zhongming glanced at the piano by the window.

Lin Yuan got the hint and directly sat down at the piano. He didn’t choose any other song from the film, but chose to play ‘Mariage d’Amour,’ which carried the most weight in the film and was a piece he had cherished since drawing it early on.

Old Zhou sat down.

However, Yang Zhongming stood straight up. The look of expectation in his eyes was palpable. Many newcomers had appeared in this circle, but not every newcomer could catch the Maestro’s attention. Xian Yu was one of the few who was noticed by many right after his debut.

Touching the piano.

Lin Yuan swayed slightly as lean fingers danced expertly across the keys like little fish joyously swimming between water and nature on a rainy riverside. The tranquil piano music gave people the feeling of being caught in the mist.

It was not intense.

Yet, Lin Yuan’s piano sound possessed an indescribable force, like a note falling onto the surface of a tranquil lake, stirred waves of ripples in Yang Zhongming’s heart…

Old Zhou’s eyes slightly changed.

Even if his music appreciation ability was not up to par with Yang Zhongming, he could still recognize the impressiveness of this piece. What surprised him even more was that Lin Yuan’s performance technique was very professional which could only be achieved with countless hours of training!

Yang Zhongming gently closed his eyes.

This piano sound seemingly had a kind of magic that made his mood pure as the bright moon is pure. The finger bouncing on piano is like telling a beautiful and moving story, accompanied by an inexplicable sadness.

Lin Yuan’s left hand quickened its pace.

The sounds of a piano are always simple yet rich; soft as the sunlight on a winter day, warm and peaceful, and harsh as steel balls sprinkling on the ice, clear and piercing. Amidst such tranquility, deep as the night, there was a soundless, boundless power radiating towards the horizon.

A few minutes later.

Lin Yuan stopped playing.

The last note slipped through his fingers. By now, Old Zhou was smiling from ear to ear, but Yang Zhongming was still moving his fingers in the air as if he was comparing Lin Yuan’s recent sheet music performance, seemingly immersed in it.

“Ahem, how was it?”

Old Zhou couldn’t help but break the silence. He needed Yang Zhongming’s professional ability to judge. In his hearing, this piece was very impressive, but if asked him to specifically describe what was impressive about it, he wouldn’t be able to evaluate it professionally. Most people’s feelings when listening to a piano are simply two types:

Either pleasant to the ear or unpleasing.

Yang Zhongming slightly widened his eyes, glanced at Old Zhou, seemingly discontented with Zhou’s interruption of his mental state, then his gaze fixed on Lin Yuan. This was the first time he felt he couldn’t completely understand a junior.

“You played well.”

Old Zhou was a bit speechless. “We are not discussing piano playing skills now, let’s talk about this piece. Teacher Yang, do you think that there is room for modification, or can it be directly used in the movie?”

“Everything you just said is meaningless.”

Yang Zhongming didn’t leave face for Old Zhou, causing Old Zhou’s face to turn a shade of red. Then he comforted himself internally that after John was the Maestro, and anyway, on normal days Xian Yu didn’t leave him any face either. In a way, these two were quite alike.

Another moment of silence followed.

A smile appeared on Yang Zhongming’s face. This was the first smile he revealed since Lin Yuan and Old Zhou came in. But before Zhou could say anything, Yang Zhongming said, “I’ll be leaving in February, Director Zhou, please help me to make an announcement.”

“Why?”

Old Zhou’s eyes widened.

Yang Zhongming looked at Lin Yuan, and his smile became a bit warmer, “Because February belongs to him, I won’t join the crowd.”

“But…”

“He will dominate the charts.”

Yang Zhongming interrupted Zhou’s words.

The eyes of Old Zhou widened immediately. It seemed as if he was choked, he even whimpered several times, then with a slightly trembling voice, he said:

“Okay!”