Chapter 68 - Who will be the Laughingstock

(Please Recommend and Favorite) “Today is the centennial celebration evening of Tianhai University; shouldn’t we prepare some creative performances?

I, Ding Mingfei, will kick things off with a dazzling waltz by Chopin,” Ding Mingfei cleared his throat, his resonant voice filling the entire auditorium.

Ding Mingfei is a well-known top student at Tianhai University, and his piano skill has reached a professional level.

Many of the teachers sitting in the front row knew Ding Mingfei, and they all thought he took a sudden interest in performing a piece at the evening party, prompting them to start applauding.

With the applause of the many teachers, the students below gradually began to join in the clapping, especially the female students of Tianhai University.

In their eyes, Ding Mingfei was like a Prince Charming— not only excellently graded, but also handsome, fully meeting their criteria for choosing a boyfriend.

“What act is Ding Mingfei putting on now?

Isn’t he trying to gain Tang Xin’s favor?”

“Isn’t that obvious?

Ding Mingfei has been repeatedly rejected by Tang Xin.

There’s a saying, isn’t there?

You always want what you can’t have.”

The male students of Tianhai University muttered among themselves down below, Ding Mingfei was plainly showing off, and many of the guys felt annoyed!

“Xin’er, this piano piece is for you,” Ding Mingfei said affectionately from the stage as he gazed at Tang Xin.

Tang Xin frowned and said, “Ding Mingfei, please address me by my full name, we aren’t close.”

A subtle smile flickered across Ding Mingfei’s lips.

He wasn’t angered by Tang Xin’s coldness; he wanted to show her that only he, Ding Mingfei, was worthy of her, Tang Xin.

At the upper right of the stage stood a black grand piano.

Ding Mingfei walked over gracefully and sat down, each movement embodying the essence of showing off, causing the boys below to feel nauseated while the girls seemed lovesick.

Alas, these days any Tom, Dick, or Harry can play the role of Prince Charming, blissfully unaware that there aren’t that many real Prince Charmings in this world – many are just pretenders astride donkeys.

As the piano began to resonate, Ding Mingfei started playing, his ten fingers expertly dancing across the keys, looking quite the part.

The grand waltz by Chopin was played joyfully by Ding Mingfei; the main theme seemed like a group of carefree dancers until a little dog barges in, amusingly causing everyone to spin in circles…

While playing, Ding Mingfei would occasionally glance at Tang Xin, his eyes conveying a deep longing.

As the piece concluded, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

“It was so beautiful, so wonderful to listen to, Ding Mingfei is truly the perfect man in our hearts,” gushed the girl students.

“Stop daydreaming, Ding Mingfei likes Tang Xin, we don’t stand a chance.”

“Exactly!

What about Tang Xin makes her too good for Ding Mingfei?

Does she think she’s so remarkable just because she’s the beauty of Tianhai University?”

The female students below were completely enchanted by Ding Mingfei’s talent, as generally, boys who can play the piano and are into music are quite popular in the eyes of most girls.

When the applause subsided, Ding Mingfei said, “It’s a bit monotonous just for me to play.

Does anyone else want to come up and perform a piece?”

What kind of a fool would go up to play?

Ding Mingfei’s piano skills were at a professional level; for them to play would be tantamount to masochism.

Seeing no one willing to come forward, Ding Mingfei seemed quite pleased as he nodded and stepped down from the stage, approaching Ye Chenfeng.

He politely said, “My friend, would you like to come up and play a piece for us?

If you don’t know the first thing about piano, just pretend I never asked.”

As Ding Mingfei stepped off the stage, everyone’s gaze shifted with his movement, clearly hearing the words Ding Mingfei had spoken.

Ding Mingfei aimed for just this effect—if Ye Chenfeng admitted to knowing nothing about the piano, wouldn’t that be a public humiliation?

And if the other party stubbornly went on stage to play, it wouldn’t matter; Ding Mingfei believed that with his current piano proficiency, apart from professional masters, basically no one in the amateur world could surpass him.

Ye Chenfeng shrugged nonchalantly.

To be honest, he really didn’t want to stoop to the level of such riff-raff.

In his view, the piano piece Ding Mingfei had just played failed to capture any of its essence.

In his previous life, Ye Chenfeng received comprehensive training from the state, and calling him an all-around talent was no exaggeration.

Rising from his seat, Ye Chenfeng said, “Were you just playing cotton?

Even someone playing cotton would sound better than you.”

Boom!

The moment these words were spoken, a stir erupted in the hall, and all eyes focused on Ye Chenfeng, as the teachers in the front rows turned their heads.

“Isn’t that Ye Chenfeng?

Why did he come to school today?”

“He can play the piano?

He was just a troublemaker and a poor student back in the day.”

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Back then, he was a headache for teachers at Tianhai University, causing countless troubles at school.

However, these teachers were unaware that Ye Chenfeng was from the Ye family of Capital City.

Had they known, not even a hundredfold courage would have allowed them to speak such words; to ordinary people, the Yes were a formidable entity.

Ye Chenfeng ignored Ding Mingfei’s displeased expression and walked straight to the stage, while Ding Mingfei thought viciously, “I want to see what you can play?”

“Brother Chenfeng, can you, can you play the piano?” Seeing Ye Chenfeng ascend the stage, Tang Xin was covered in worry.

She didn’t want to see her Brother Chenfeng embarrassed in public.

Ye Chenfeng touched his nose and said, “I guess I know a bit!

Let’s give it a try.”

Biting her lip, Tang Xin tugged at Ye Chenfeng’s arm and said, “Brother Chenfeng, maybe you shouldn’t play!

We don’t have to stoop to Ding Mingfei’s level.”

“Xiner, we are still on stage!

You’re pulling on me like this, and many people are watching you,” said Ye Chenfeng with a slight smile.

Tang Xin then realized the situation, feeling the puzzled gazes from below, and her cheeks instantly turned rosy.

“No wonder Ding Mingfei is picking a fight with him.

It seems the dance Tang Xin just performed was dedicated to him.”

“I feel this guy is much stronger than Ding Mingfei.

I get annoyed every time I see Ding Mingfei’s pretentious act.”

After all, many people in the audience were not fools; with a little analysis, they could understand what was going on.

Just when most thought Ye Chenfeng was making a fool of himself, the sound of the piano rose.

This piece was composed by Ye Chenfeng in his past life during his spare time.

The first half conveyed the fervor of a man, while the latter half expressed the tender love between a man and a woman, delivering a song of striking contrasts.

The expressions on everyone’s faces changed, especially the men.

The passionate rhythm, like thousands of horses galloping across the plains, combined with the melodies played by Ye Chenfeng’s Soul Force, made it seem as though every note could stir a man’s soul, transporting them back to the battlefield, as if slaying enemies.

Just as the melody reached an intensity that made it difficult to catch breath, the sensation of thousands of horses galloping suddenly transformed into a gently flowing creek.

This calm and comfortable feeling made people want to close their eyes and savor it, particularly the women, as it ignited their desire for love.

His slender fingers, as if each were a magician’s wand, always managed to show the listener a different and wonderful world and immerse them in a fantastic space of marvel.