fictionpage Chapter 28: Zhou Ziheng to Challenge Chen Mo? A Guitar Solo Showdown!?
Chapter 28: Zhou Ziheng to Challenge Chen Mo? A Guitar Solo Showdown!?
Chapter 28: Zhou Ziheng to Challenge Chen Mo? A Guitar Solo Showdown!?
Chen Mo sat down on the piano bench, took a deep breath, and then placed his hands on the piano keys.
Then he started playing.
He chose the most difficult piece of music.
Chen Mo raised his hands and then lowered them.
The first note came out of the strings like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth; the notes poured out from between the black and white keys, faster and faster, denser and denser.
His ten fingers danced across the piano keys.
The body leans slightly forward and backward in rhythm with the music, each note full and clear.
The customers in the restaurant stopped eating.
A middle-aged man was holding a piece of braised pork between his fingers, the meat dangling in mid-air, his mouth agape, forgetting to close it.
A young girl was initially taking pictures of the dishes on the table with her phone, but after hearing the piano music, she slowly turned the camera towards the stage.
Two boys were clinking glasses, but the glasses remained suspended in mid-air, and they forgot to put them down.
The young women stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.
The deer's mouth opened into an exaggerated "O" shape, and the chopsticks slipped from its hand and fell onto the table.
The other girls had the same expression.
They originally thought Mo Ge was just saying it casually, but they didn't expect that Mo Ge could actually play the piano!
And they played so well. Although they didn't understand the piano, they still had a good appreciation for music.
Mo Ge's piano skills are completely different from that girl's performance.
It's like the difference between an adult and a toddler who's just learning to walk—it's worlds apart!
Zhou Ziheng's eyes widened as well.
He never expected that this guy, whom he thought was just a spirited young man, would actually be able to play the piano.
Not only can they play, but they play it so well!?
Whether it's fingering, rhythm, or the understanding and expression of musical emotions, it all far exceeded his expectations.
He has been learning guitar for six years and considers himself to be quite good among his peers. He has also performed in many large and small shows at the academy.
But now, sitting in the audience listening to this person play the piano, he feels like those six years of study were wasted.
He even thought this person played better than their professor!
Lin Zhixia's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement.
She has been learning piano for fifteen years, starting at the age of five, sitting on the piano bench, taking exams, participating in competitions, performing, and teaching. She has seen countless people playing the piano.
Talented or untalented, skilled or emotionally rich, she thought she would never be moved by anyone's performance again.
But this person's playing is different.
He performed those complex chord changes, those rapid fingerings, and those leaps requiring extremely flexible wrists as naturally as breathing.
She has seen world-class pianists perform.
In that famous Golden Hall, she sat in the third row of the audience, watching the white-haired maestro on stage play the same piece.
She thought that level of skill only existed on stages of that caliber.
But now, in this small restaurant in the county town, in front of that ordinary electronic keyboard, she heard the same thing.
Zhou Ziheng noticed the change in Lin Zhixia's expression.
Those almond-shaped eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, originally held only a distant and aloof quality, but now they possessed a unique brilliance.
Looking into Lin Zhixia's eyes, he felt a surge of bitterness and jealousy.
He went to great lengths to get her to come out.
Tonight should belong to him.
This guy ruined everything!
He turned his head and glared at the figure on the stage, the shock in his eyes slowly turning into a hint of resentment.
Chen Mo's fingers moved faster and faster across the piano keys.
The music has entered its final movement, which is also the most difficult section.
His ten fingers are now completely independent, each doing its own thing, yet they precisely intersect at the same point in time.
The last chord.
Chen Mo lifted his hands off the piano keys, suspending them in mid-air.
The last note was played from the strings, slowly spreading through the air, ripples spreading outwards, farther and farther away, fading into the distance.
Then he lowered his hands, and the piano fell silent.
The restaurant was silent for a few seconds.
Then the whole audience erupted in applause!
Some people stood up and applauded, some whistled, and some leaned out of their seats to try and get a better look at the man's face on stage.
The band members also stood up.
The man playing the guitar put down his guitar, clapped, and said, "This is simply world-class."
Those young women have long since gone mad!
The little deer jumped up from the chair, raised his hands above his head and clapped wildly, shouting "Brother Mo! Brother Mo!"
"Mo Ge!"
Coco stood on a chair, her hands trembling as she held up her phone to record a video.
The other girls also all had expressions of shock and infatuation.
Chen Mo stood up from the piano bench, turned to face the audience, and bowed slightly.
The applause grew even louder!
The host stood to the side of the stage, his mouth slightly open, forgetting to close it.
He never expected that today's event would be able to invite such a big shot to perform on stage.
Behind the host, the staff member in charge of recording the entire event held a camera, the lens steadily pointed at the stage, his hand trembling slightly.
He realized that if this performance were posted online, their restaurant would become incredibly popular!
The host quickly regained his composure, straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and walked back onto the stage with the microphone in hand.
His voice was half a tone higher than before, filled with an irrepressible excitement.
"Thank you, Mr. Chen! Thank you, Mr. Chen, for bringing us this world-class piano performance!"
The applause in the restaurant reached another climax.
"To be honest, I've been organizing this event for over half a year, and I've never seen anything like it before."
The host turned to look at Chen Mo, his tone sincere.
"Mr. Chen, I will never forget your performance just now."
Lights shone on Chen Mo from all angles, and the flashlights from the phone screens formed a sea of stars around him.
The host raised the microphone, ready to ask, "Is there anyone else who wants to come up on stage to perform?"
A voice rang out from behind him.
"Wait a moment."
All eyes in the room turned to that direction again.
Zhou Ziheng stood up from his seat.
The host turned around, his tone still enthusiastic.
"Does Mr. Zhou have any further questions?"
Zhou Ziheng stepped out of his seat, looked up at Chen Mo standing on the stage, smiled, and said, "I wonder if Mr. Chen can play the guitar?"
"How about we have a guitar solo?"
This was the only way he could think of to suppress Chen Mo's popularity.
A person can be proficient in the piano, but it is impossible to be proficient in two musical instruments at the same time.
The fingering logic and power generation methods of the piano and guitar are completely different. It takes more than ten or even several decades of accumulation to master one instrument.
It's impossible for Chen Mo to still be able to play the guitar.
He didn't believe it.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the audience who was eating stopped what they were doing, looked up, and stared intently at the stage, as if afraid of missing anything.
Such a showdown is rare, especially in a restaurant in a small county town.
Lin Zhixia frowned slightly.
She watched Zhou Ziheng's back as he stood by the stage, a hint of annoyance flashing in her clear, almond-shaped eyes.
She knows this junior student too well.
He is competitive, can't stand losing, and can't stand seeing others do better than him.
She picked up the water glass in front of her, took a sip, and didn't say anything, but she already seemed to want to leave.
However, she also wanted to know what Chen Mo would choose.
Will he accept the challenge?
The host paused for a moment, then his smile returned, even wider than before.
This kind of two-person competition is more newsworthy, more sensational, and more suitable for showmanship than a solo performance.
He turned to look at Chen Mo, his tone sincere.
"Mr. Chen, what are your thoughts?"
Chen Mo stood on the stage, looked at the side of the stage, and smiled.
"sure.
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