The leader of the Japanese team understands Longguo dialect.
The moment he heard the title of the song, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and the cherry blossoms in his hometown flashed in his mind, which seemed fresh but actually had a strong smell of blood.
"Have these ordinary people in the Dragon Kingdom also begun to study our Japanese country? Has the empire's plan been discovered?"
He was vaguely worried.
As for the quality of the music itself, he was not optimistic about it subconsciously.
When Wen Zheng used the most basic finger rubbing technique with both hands to play the first melody, everyone was surprised and delighted.
"I've never heard this piece before! That's right, an etude! Wen Zheng's own etude!"
"Listening to the posture of the intro of the song, it seems that the back part is very fierce."
"Souga, it tastes like this."
Wang Sisi and Lin Qize looked at each other again.
"He really knows how to play the guzheng?! And he said he can play the familiar music styles of the Japanese country, but he can actually get started? He still studies this?"
Lin Qi was in disbelief.
Wang Sisi just smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying that she didn't know.
She subconsciously looked around behind her. Whether it was the Imperial Conservatory of Music or the Japanese people, there were very few people who did not take pictures with their hands.
In fact, the song "Little Star Variations" played by Wen Zheng just now was so amazing, and this guzheng etude is still top-notch.
While they were talking, Wen Zheng was already getting into trouble.
To outsiders, as if the strings of the guzheng were hot to the touch, Wen Zheng's hands quickly moved and hooked, and his hand speed and various other techniques were all displayed vividly by him.
That crisp note corresponds to the phrase "big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate".
When the leader of the Japanese team heard this, his expression softened slightly.
He smiled and nodded, secretly praising in his heart: "Although this piece of music is not what I want to listen to, it shows that Wen Zheng's level is not inferior to that of the guzheng masters and famous players. I must let him play the ancient music of the Dragon Kingdom later.
He will definitely be able to play with that spirit."
"Eguchi-kun, what do you think of Wen Zheng's guzheng skills?"
The leader of the Japanese team turned slightly and asked a professor sitting behind him. He was an expert in the team's research on Guzheng from the Dragon Kingdom.
"The technique is very proficient. There are less than ten people in our country with such speed."
After Eguchi-kun finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment and then added, "We must get this song later and modify it a little. We can use it for publicity, making it easier for those people to relieve their psychological burden and have a sense of identification with us.
"
The leader of the Japanese team just nodded after hearing this.
At this moment, Wen Zheng on the stage was plucking the strings at a speed that suddenly accelerated, as if he was watching a video at 1.25 times speed.
Eguchi-kun lost his voice and said: "This is impossible! The beats per minute had reached around 150 just now, which is almost 0.4 seconds. Why is he still speeding up!"
The leader of the Japanese team even opened his mouth slightly and was speechless for a long time.
Is this what Wen Zheng calls an etude?
What kind of foundation is needed to achieve such speed?
Are you sure there are less than ten people in our Japanese country who can achieve such hand speed?
Is this how people from the Long Kingdom practice guzheng?
It’s simply terrifying. No wonder we haven’t figured it out yet. Now it seems we haven’t even learned the basics yet. Damn it, you bastards!
The guzheng professor at the Imperial Conservatory of Music was also a little confused at this time.
How did Wen Zheng achieve such a beat rate?
Zhang Ming looked at this professional and said in confusion: "Where do you guzheng majors usually practice like this?"
"Well……"
The guzheng major professor looked embarrassed. After thinking for a while, he replied, "There should be some people who can do it, but they will never practice like this. The requirements for basic skills are too high, and even people can't bear it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zheng sped up for the second time!
Some students exclaimed: "Holy crap! Is my phone broken? How do I record a video? It automatically speeds up the video by 1.5 times!"
Zhang Ming was about to turn around and scold him for being quiet, but unexpectedly more people screamed out in surprise.
"Fuck! Afterimage!"
"Look! There are afterimages of the hands on the guzheng!"
"This code is an etude?! You call this an etude?!"
"If etudes are all of this level, I might as well change my major!"
"What a cruel etude. Isn't this piece of music also required to be included in school textbooks? I can't do it."
"On the basis of bpm160, it is driven at 1.5 times speed. This is beyond human power. Even my hands and guzheng can't bear it."
On the Japanese side.
Mr. Eguchi suddenly stood up, looked at the stage in astonishment, and murmured: "Wow, are you thinking about it?"
The leader of the Japanese team and the students behind him all opened their mouths in shock.
This is different from the standards stated in the ancient books they stole!
If this is the standard of daily etudes for Long National Music students, then there is really no way for them to learn it.
Damn, I stole some loneliness!
No wonder Wen Zheng agreed so readily. Sure enough, he couldn't learn it even after watching it. Who in the right mind could do this?
Basic skills requirements, ten years? Twenty years? Do you still have to practice arm strength and finger strength?
Just when everyone was worried that the guzheng would not be able to hold it anymore and white smoke would rise directly, Wen Zheng finally stopped.
Despite his powerful physique and his proficiency in system downloading, after forcibly speeding up the playing, not only was there a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but his forearms and hands were also sore.
The intensity is too great.
Amid the cheers, the leader of the Japanese team looked at the people around him in confusion and asked, "You just saw that, right? Tell me it was not an illusion."
The teacher next to him swallowed, nodded cautiously, "Yes."
Eguchi-kun sighed: "It's too strong, I want to become a disciple."
Over there at the Imperial Conservatory of Music.
Zhang Ming, Wang Sisi and others blinked their big, dazed eyes, feeling that Wen Zheng's performance just now was too shocking, almost unreal.
The professor majoring in guzheng frowned and smiled bitterly:
"You all think that Wen Zheng is still showing off his skills, but don't you feel it? Isn't this song, which he said is a familiar style to Japanese people, full of dragon country style? This is Wen Zheng's original intention.
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"How many people in the Dragon Kingdom know that the Japanese style they are passionate about is the traditional Yagaku canon that has been ruined in the Dragon Kingdom!"
"How sad!"
He let out a long sigh and burst into tears.
This is the Imperial Conservatory of Music.
Some people looked confused. What was the professor saying? Why were they crying?
Some people frowned to express doubt, or even showed displeasure:
They are obviously Japanese people, but they like to put gold on their faces and recognize their sons everywhere. Their animation, music, art, and medicine are indeed better than ours. What age are they? Can't we show some magnanimity that a big country should have?
If you don't understand, don't explain it randomly. You use patriotic slogans all day long to slander others and look down on others. What are you pretending to do?
Isn't that the only thing that happened? It's already over, so why are you so cautiously watching it?
However, more people are silent, silent, gritting their teeth secretly, and even clenching their fists loudly.
Zhang Ming patted the professor's arm to express comfort, but he seemed to be a few inches shorter and a few years older.
The dean glanced around his students and couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh.
Wen Zheng on the stage rubbed his forearms, looked at the leader of the Japanese team, and said in a deep voice: "Do you understand? Can you learn it?"
The leader of the Japanese team looked stunned.
However, he quickly put on a smile and said: "Mr. Wen's skills are superb, and his music style is deeply rooted in the essence of the Japanese country. I admire you so much that I really don't dare to send anyone to show off my shame. However, I would like to ask Mr. Wen to teach your country's music. This is exchange."
That’s the meaning of the meeting.”
Wen Zheng's lips curled into a sneer.
Too lazy to pretend?
"Boom!"
A sudden crisp sound caused the entire auditorium to become silent for an instant.
One of the strings of the guzheng behind Wen Zheng was finally overwhelmed at this moment and completely broke!