"Ahem!"

Even though Zhang Liang was coughing, he didn't expect Qin Jun would refuse so simply and decisively.

Park Yisheng next to him sneered, "It turns out that he is just a false reputation. He doesn't even dare to play the piano, which is ridiculous!"

Such a stupid provocation can even be seen by a fool.

Qin Jun didn't even want to pay attention to him, but Lin Yihan laughed secretly.

She felt that Qin Jun was more and more interesting, not that Qin Jun was humorous, but that he was very cold and interesting.

It's the type that can make people angry and leave others with nothing to say.

Zhang Liang chuckled and slowly walked to the lecture hall.

Zhao Rui'an and others were still eager to review the test papers, and for a moment, everyone's focus fell on Zhang Liang.

With the gesture of his eyes, someone soon sent a guqin over with great respect.

"Looking for soulmates in the mountains and flowing waters."

The sound of the dingdong dingdong piano sounded slowly, like a sound, a fountain gushing out from the mountain stream.

The pre-Qin zither Boya played the piano music on the mountain, but the woodcutter Zhong Ziqi was able to understand the true meaning of the piano music.

Boya was overjoyed, after all, it was hard to find a soulmate.

Unexpectedly, soon after, Zhong Ziqi died of an accident.

Boya lost his soulmate and threw the piano and never played it forever, so he had the song of mountains and flowing water.

Zhang Liang played the two songs "High Mountain" and "Flowing Water" at this time, naturally to stimulate Qin Jun to play.

"Wow, so handsome!"

"Look, I'm super handsome when playing the piano!"

I have to say that Zhang Liang himself learned from Confucianism, was elegant and had extraordinary temperament.

His appearance is even more comparable to Pan An, and he is a rare handsome man.

The jade folding fan was placed next to the guqin, chuckling.

The sound of the piano is gentle but resolute, slowly coming, like the flowing water of mountains and rivers, with a gurgling charm.

The ten fingers of the hands are even thin enough to make any woman envious, and the fair ones are as white as white jade.

Many girls behind him were stunned, and some even shed tears in excitement.

"A song "High Mountain" makes the zifang look ugly."

Zhang Liang stood up to salute, which caused an uproar among the girls in the audience again.

On the contrary, Lin Yihan pouted and said unhappily: "Hmph, what's so great about it? You played it much better than him!"

"What do you think?" Qin Jun looked at Li Youmeng, who lowered his head shyly and nodded, "It's not as good as you play."

Park Yisheng and another Han Guoren burst into laughter, "The zifang is playing, it's really beautiful."

"It's a sound!"

“If you play with our Gaya, it will definitely be more beautiful.”

"Gaageen?" Qin Jun chuckled disdainfully and looked down at the two jumping clowns from a high position.

"The zither is the king's instrument. So far, it has a history of at least 3,500 years. According to ancient books, Fuxi made the zither and Shun decided to be five strings. King Wen of Zhou added one string, and later King Wu defeated Zhou and added another string."

"Your Gayage is just a model for us. What qualifications are there to make a big fuss about here?"

"you……"

For a moment, Park Yisheng was speechless.

On the contrary, Li Youmeng looked at Qin Jun blankly. This was the first time she saw Qin Jun and said so many things.

He put his hands behind him, his sword eyebrows were frivolous and his eyes were disdainful.

Countless reporters took photos from behind, all of whom were surprised.

"Don't speak loudly here. Our Gayage was created by ourselves and has nothing to do with your guqin." Park Yisheng also retorted angrily, "What evidence do you have to say this?"

"My words are evidence."

There was also a cold country during the Warring States Period, but it had nothing to do with the current cold country.

Just now, Qin Jun had never even heard of it at that time.

And his words choked Park Yisheng to death again.

On the contrary, Zhang Zifang looked at Qin Jun with interest, as he said, and his words were indeed evidence.

Some girls who don’t know the truth criticized them later, “Stop bragging here, what does other people’s gayageum have to do with guqin?”

"Maybe it was the one we copied?"

"That's right, I know nonsense."

In fact, Qin Jun doesn’t know why there are always such scum in Yangyang China.

I don’t understand the national justice and I just think that foreign culture is better than myself.

Maybe, they have all knelt for a long time and have forgotten how to stand up.

Especially, they copied them?

Three thousand five hundred years ago, the ancestors of this group of people were still eating raw meat and drinking blood?

Such a person is really not worthy of being called a human being!

Their thinking pattern is as stupid as single-celled paramecium.

No wonder these two Han people can be so presumptuous here. It is because of the support of the idiots behind them.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Qin Jun turned around, put his hands behind him, and his body stretched straight.

His eyes were like a stern, scanning them.

"Have you ever thought about what blood is left in your body? How many martyrs fought against this land?"

"But you can easily change the achievements of the ancients. Are you worthy of your ancestors?"

Some people feel that it is the right thing to kneel down after kneeling for a long time.

When others stand, they will insult and mock them.

Qin Jun sighed. If his people were like this, he would have searched his family and destroyed the clan!

Sad, lamentable!

Under the shooting of the reporter behind him, Qin Jun walked out and came directly to the stage.

"Student Qin...you?"

"If you play "High Mountain", then I will give you a song "Flowing Water".

Sit down slowly, and move your hands and ten fingers.

There are all kinds of people in this world.

He knew, but didn't know what to do.

Originally, Park Yisheng and others wanted to laugh at Qin Jun when he was playing the piano.

But this piano piece is like flowing water, continuous without any pause.

Originally, it was like a stream flowing, and the tune was refreshing, as if it was on an empty grassland.

But the next moment, the piano music suddenly changed and was extremely high!

Originally, Zhao Rui'an and others were still marking the test papers, but after listening to the piano music, they put down the pen in their hands.

"This...this...this...this is worthy of his reputation!"

"Ghost! A genius! The attainment of the guqin is probably even better than that of the 70-year-old guitarist!"

"Look for a soulmate in the mountains and flowing waters! A flowing water makes the whole song live instantly!"

Originally, the students of Jiangshui No. 1 Middle School had thought about how to laugh at Qin Jun, but at this moment, no one spoke.

The song ends, and the lingering sounds linger on the beams and never disperse.

Qin Jun stood up coldly and glanced at them.

"If a person doesn't even love his own country, then he is not qualified to be a person."

"Are you humans or dogs?"

boom!

The audience burst into thunder, including the reporters who were taking photos, all applauded.

Qin Jun not only impressed them with his own piano music, but also used these words to make the students who were helping to speak just now feel ashamed.
Chapter completed!