Chapter 759: Shot

Chapter 759
Hearing Ye Tianlong's words, the audience fell silent, surprised and at a loss, but more contempt.
Lin Shaoqing has already demonstrated a great strength, that level of professionalism is enough to beat everyone in the audience in seconds, even the luthier of the Cuihu Club, who keeps his beard all day long and looks upright, lowers that incredible head.
Xu Jiajia, the blue-clad girl they sent, even dared not even go on stage.
Ye Tianlong, a kid who didn't know where, dared to stand up and challenge Lin Shaoqing carelessly, and even dared to say that he was unworthy of carrying his pants. It was simply a brain drain.
So except for Lan Xiaomo's eyes with excitement and anticipation, everyone else questioned Ye Tianlong more than hope.
Xu Jiajia and the others also don't hold out hope for Ye Tianlong. The passing of the car skill competition does not mean that the piano art can beat Lin Shaoqing.
The most important thing is that they feel that someone who can both race and play the piano is almost a myth.
"Boy, what did you just say?"
After a short silence, the wind-eared youth stood up, staring at Ye Tianlong fiercely and shouted: "I don't deserve to carry my pants? Are you looking for death?"
The other comrades also rolled up their sleeves and leaned forward, aggressively, looking like they were about to beat Ye Tianlong, which obviously insulted Lin Shaoqing.
Lin Shaoqing did not respond, her pretty face rose slightly, from the disdain and disgust in her bones.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing the young wind-eared men and they gathered around Ye Tianlong, Lan Xiaomo also huffed on his head, full of momentum: "Want to fight?"
"Permit you to say that we are not worthy of shoes, and forbid us to say that you are not worthy of pants?"
Lan Xiaomo's tone is very overbearing: "Huo Ziguang, this is Mingjiang, not Hong Kong. I want to weigh my own abilities first."
Hearing what Lan Xiaomo said, the corners of the wind-eared youth's mouth moved a bit, and they looked at Xu Jiajia and the others, waving their hands to stop their companions.
He smiled and looked at Lan Xiaomo, "Saye? Do you think we would do this? We are cultural people, not upstarts."
"We came up, just want to see what such a vulgar and rude fellow looks like."
Huo Ziguang lit Ye Tianlong and laughed: "As we expected, he looks like you, crooked melons and jujubes, and the whole body smells of copper."
"What kind of piano can such a person play? You were very arrogant when you were fighting painting just now. What happened? Is that picture embarrassing to be taken out?"
There was another burst of laughter in the audience, which made Xu Jiajia and the others uncontrollable, but the fact made them only bow their heads.
Just now the two sides each drew a picture of the tiger coming out of the mountain, and the other side, regardless of its charm or structure, smashed Mingjiang players a few blocks.
Lan Xiaomo gritted his teeth and squeezed out: "What's the point of winning or losing? Whoever laughs last is the real win."
Huo Ziguang sneered: "What are you laughing at?"
"Lan Xiaomo, don't be embarrassed. Now that you get fucked, you will be called cowardly. If you really get on stage, it will be a laughingstock."
Ye Tianlong didn't speak, but looked at Lin Shaoqing calmly, while recalling the melody just now.
Lin Shaoqing thought that Ye Tianlong coveted her beauty, her pretty face was even more irresistible, and she also showed a clear dislike for Ye Tianlong.
"Isn't it worth mentioning pants?"
At this moment, Huo Ziguang's smile suddenly sank and stared at the pensive Ye Tianlong: "Boy, what are you? Dare to say such things to Shaoqing?"
"I tell you, today, you will either use your strength to slap your face, or kneel down to apologize to Shaoqing, or I will kill you sooner or later."
A group of companions also stared at Ye Tianlong with hostility.
Huo Shao looked at Lan Xiaomo again: "Today's fight is the way you laid down. Now we are going to be a tortoise. Yes, we can fulfill our promise."
"Publicly admit to everyone that you are not worthy of shoes for us."
"Don't dare to fight, even whispering, deliberately creating trouble to escape, it will only make me despise you even more."
He suddenly opened his arms: "Everyone present will also know that you are just a bunch of trash, or the kind of faceless and skinless."
"Have you finished?"
Ye Tianlong stretched out his hand to hold the angry Lan Xiaomo, and then stared at Huo Shao calmly: "I'm finished, give way and block me from going to the stage."
Huo Ziguang was startled, then furious: "Boy, Lan Xiaomo dare not be so rampant, what are you?"
"Tianlong Supercar, the new president."
Ye Tianlong patted Huo Ziguang on the shoulder: "Ye Tianlong."
After speaking, he pushed Huo Ziguang away and walked straight to the central stage...
Lan Xiaomo and the others waved their fists, and they looked nervous and excited: "Chairman, come on! Chairman, come on!"
Huo Ziguang couldn't stop for a moment. Didn't expect Ye Tianlong to be the new president of the club?
But soon there was a hint of disapproval. The driver, he can use the steering wheel, play the piano, and laugh.
Lin Shaoqing also looked at Ye Tianlong coldly, with a trace of joking in her eyes: looking for abuse!
"Fuck!"
The lights around the piano turned on again, and the stage became bright again.
"Swish—"
Ye Tianlong quickly sat down and scanned the small plate in front of him. There were various banknotes that the guests gave to the luthier. The colorful flowers were very beautiful.
There was a pack of cigarettes beside the banknotes. Ye Tianlong squeezed out one and held it in his mouth. He rarely smoked, but that didn't mean he didn't smoke.
From last night to today, his physical strength and energy were overdrawn too much. He needs something refreshing. The nicotine in the cigarette can make him feel better.
But Ye Tianlong didn't light it. He just bit the cigarette and fell into Lan Xiaomo's eyes with a hint of ruffian air.
"Ding Ding—"
Afterwards, Ye Tianlong relaxed his body a little and put his fingers on the black and white keys.
He pressed a finger on the piano key, and suddenly made an extremely harsh sound.
Immediately afterwards, like a child, he pressed three back and forth indiscriminately from beginning to end, without rhythm, making noises that were extremely difficult to hear.
"Nima! This is a dry bird? It's terrible."
"Yeah, it's worse than street craftsmanship. There are more than fifty cents a song."
"My three-year-old niece, Eliza, who popped up, is ten times better than him. It's still a challenge like this. It's almost reckless."
In the magnificent hall, various voices of doubt and contempt soon sounded, except for the silence of Lan Xiaomo and the others.
Huo Ziguang and the others ridiculed directly, feeling that Ye Tianlong was totally irresponsible.
Several gorgeous waiters also restrained their emotions, but their eyes were also lightly mocking.
"This sir, this piano is Yamaha..."
The luthier with a beard walked to the side of the stage, and said with an ugly expression: "Just bought it for a month."
This piano is very valuable, if it is damaged by Ye Tianlong, he will probably do it for nothing a year.
He used the words very tactfully, but the meaning couldn't be clearer: roll down quickly if you don't know how to play the piano, don't spoil Lao Tzu's activities.
"This song is a piece I just learned, dedicated to Mingjiang's brothers and sisters."
When everyone shouted Ye Tianlong to step down, Ye Tianlong bit his cigarette and squeezed out: "Hope, you like it."
The noisy piano suddenly changed its style and made a pleasant sound.
It was like the movement of the morning breeze blowing across the vast river, Huo Ziguang and the others clearly saw that Ye Tianlong, who was extremely thick-skinned, seemed to be a different person.
The cynical smile became calm, noble, focused, and even the ruffian breath became unique.
Lan Xiaomo muttered to himself: "Brother, I want to conquer you."