Zhu Xiaoqin was Zhou Linna’s accomplice, and she was unconvinced when she heard several people around her disparaging Zhou Linna.
“She said she hadn’t played in a long time, but who knows how long she practiced behind our backs?”
“That’s right, Linna didn’t use all of her strengths.”
…
All the girls in the piano class rolled their eyes and walked over.
Luo Qianqian, the short-haired girl, cast a peek at the primary school girl who was supporting Zhu Xiaoqin’s speech.
“Zhou Linna’s top speed is twelve tones per second, and that person’s speed is sixteen tones per second, which directly crushes Zhou Linna.
Then, in the last two quarters, Zhou Linna’s hand speed was too fast, causing the rhythm to become chaotic, but Mu Weiwei’s hand speed and rhythm remain consistent from start to finish.
She also has complete control over each sound. Please don’t be embarrassed if you don’t understand.”
If Zhou Linna’s performance is currently at the professional level, Mu Weiwei’s performance is already at the master level.
“Qianqian, there’s no need to waste your time with them. Let’s see if Zhou Linna can handle the trick,” commented Ji Cheng, a female student with a ball hairstyle who was standing close to Luo Qianqian.
The music teacher smiled dryly after Gu Weiwei completed playing.
“Mu Weiwei, you… don’t look like you’ve never played this piece.”
“I rarely play “Flight of the Bumblebee”. Gu Weiwei chuckled.
After hearing her perform, the host inquired, “Now it’s your chance to play the piece. What piece are you going to play?”
Gu Weiwei smiled curiously while moving her knuckles.
“An étude.”
Zhou Linna exhaled deeply and smiled.
She couldn’t lose to anyone, let alone Mu Weiwei.
Zhou Linna’s thoughts became blank with a buzzing sound when Gu Weiwei swiftly pressed the first note.
Not only did her face change, but the faces of the music teacher and the reporter who was interviewing her did as well.
The melody she plays is not as lively and engaging as “Flight of the Bumblebee,” but it is a single lengthy key with a big number of double-tone alternations, which is a piano piece that you don’t often hear.
Zhu Xiaoqin grumbled and muttered contemptuously.
“What is she playing? I’ve never heard of it before, but Linna’s music is the best.”
“That’s right, it sounds awful. She’s just playing around.”
…
Luo Qianqian and many other music students looked at them as if they were idiots and didn’t care whether they argued with them.
They locked their gaze on Gu Weiwei’s fast-moving fingers on the computer, not daring to blink for fear of missing any detail.
But she played too quickly, and her fingering was strangely crafty.
The music that emerged, on the other hand, was light and fascinating, and it was completed in less than four minutes.
Zhou Linna sat beside Gu Weiwei for a long time after she completed playing, but her expression was softly collapsed and turned pale.
Zhu Xiaoqin and a few other schoolgirls who backed her were concerned. “Lina’s face is not very good. Is she sick?”
“She’s not sick, she was scared out by Mu Weiwei, okay?” Ji Cheng gloated and sneered.
“Mu Weiwei was too crazy. She played Liszt’s ‘Demon Fire.’ Another female student was taken aback.
After hearing this, Zhu Xiaoqin expressed her skepticism, saying, “Isn’t it just Liszt? Linna has already performed Liszt’s “Little Bell,” but she does not play it frequently. Just wait, she will play it in a while.”
“Just wait another year for her, and she won’t be able to play.” Luo Qianqian kept her gaze fixed on Zhou Linna’s trembling fingers.
“This is Liszt’s devilishly skilled an étude. To play this piece, you must have incredibly high-performance talents. Two hands should be used as five hands. Few professional pianists dare to play. Zhou Linna has no such ability.”
“You’re right, “Ghost Fire” is the most beautiful piece.”
“Haha, it’s no surprise Mu Weiwei hasn’t played “Flight of the Bumblebee” because it’s too childish for her, and she only performs pieces that require high skill.”
