Han Qianqian was a piano player who took the internet by storm and was known as the god of men by countless people.
And it was that piano song that drew Su Yingxia and Han Qianqian closer and witnessed their eternal love for each other.
"You're not winning, are you? I don't agree with you." The piercing beetle was dissatisfied.
He had the confidence to come to the competition because he had seen one of Han Qianqian Fang's best pairs, and that was why he dared to propose it.
But apparently, things had gone beyond his imagination, and now, the superior item was not there, and the discussion was on comparing qin.
The piercing beetle was looking left and right, but he did not think that this Han Qianqian looked like someone who could play the zither.
If he could play the zither to a cow, he might be able to.
Seeing that Han Qianqian was deep in thought, the gentleman smiled smugly: "What, are you afraid?"
Han Qianqian was brought back to his thoughts, how could he be afraid?
Inside the curtain, the woman in green wanted to speak up and stop the competition.
Now, the other party had changed the competition items on their own, which was a violation of the rules. But just as she was about to speak out, the woman in white nodded her head, so she could only change her tone: "May I, my lord?"
"It is not impossible, but there is no zither here that I want." Han Qianqian sighed helplessly.
"Joke, the three top bands on this flower boat have all kinds of zither, no matter what size or style, so how could there be no zither for you?" The gentleman snorted in angry disdain.
"Could it be that there are people who simply don't know how to play, but have found an excuse to pretend to be here?" The onlookers also spoke out in mockery.
"I think, don't make an excuse either, just admit defeat and jump down from here."
When the words fell, several people laughed loudly.
The mountain-penetrator walked up to Han Qianqian's side and asked in a soft voice, "How about giving up this round, we're ahead just now anyway, let's fight him for the last round."
Han Qianqian didn't say anything, but raised his head slightly and looked at the curtain: "There is really no zither here that I want."
"Your Excellency can tell us the style of the instrument, and we can arrange for an artisan to build it at any time." Within the beaded curtain, a voice rang out.
"That's right, there is a large artisan's room under this flower boat, anything can be done." Someone sneered.
"That's fine." Han Qianqian nodded.
He didn't really want to compete, but because he suddenly thought of the piano and suddenly missed Su Yingxia even more, he naturally wanted to play a song for her here, as a tribute to the thoughts in his heart.
Han Qianqian naturally knew the piano like the back of his hand and was familiar with its principles and structure, so he immediately drew a few strokes, took out the drawing and handed it to the waitress.
The group then returned to their seats and took a short break.
During the break, a group of people from the opposite side of the room kept sweeping their amused eyes over Han Qianqian's side from time to time, and the pangolin was very weak in his heart.
There was bitterness and joy, but in the end, it all turned into honey and sweetness in his heart.
"Crunch!"
About half an hour later, as the sound of wood rubbing against the floor suddenly rang out in the hall, the crowd looked up and saw a black and white piano, being slowly pushed in.
The group of people looked up and sideways, even the woman in white and the woman in green within the strain could not help but look up at this moment.
"What is this thing?"
"Is this also called a zither?"
A group of people whispered, although each of them was proficient in music, they were still very puzzled by this strange and incomprehensible zither.
Han Qianqian got up slightly and took a few steps to the piano, the speed was fast but the workmanship was indeed fine, although the accuracy of the sound was not particularly good compared to that of a professional piano maker, and some of the details were relatively unfamiliar, but overall, Han Qianqian was satisfied to have a piano like this in the Eight Directions world.
Sitting down slightly and touching the familiar piano, Han Qianqian revealed a faint smile of happiness.
And almost at the same time, the gentleman also sat down at the pre-prepared piano and swept a disdainful glance at Han Qianqian, a competition on the piano, officially began ......