Now that Ding Ling said he "knew a little," Ye Xun was even more astonished.
At the same time, she found it somewhat hard to believe:
You really know all this?
"Yes."
Ding Ling smiled.
Taozi egged him on. "Ding Ling, why don't you show us?"
Ding Ling nodded, went over to pick up the cello, and began playing a masterful piece. The graceful, melodious music filled the air, captivating everyone who heard it.
Ye Xun, however, felt as though she had been struck by lightning.
That was because she discovered that Ding Ling's mastery of the cello surpassed even hers.
She was a cellist in an orchestra, and the cello was what she was best at in this life. Yet in the field she excelled at and had mastered, Ding Ling had defeated her with ease.
She stared at Ding Ling in disbelief. Is this the world of geniuses?
After Ding Ling finished playing, she instinctively applauded, astonished and impressed. Unable to hold back, she said, "This is what you call knowing a little?"
She complained inwardly:
If this is merely knowing a little to you, then I don't think someone like me even deserves to be called a cellist. In front of you, I'm like someone imitating Handan's walking style, or Guan Gong showing off a broadsword in front of him.
"Ding Ling is just being modest."
Taozi gazed at Ding Ling with shining eyes and praised him enthusiastically:
"Ding Ling, you play the cello so well. What about other instruments?"
"More or less the same level."
"...!!"
Although Ye Xun and Taozi had been expecting that answer, hearing it with their own ears still deeply affected them. It was like listening to a fantastical tale.
Unable to hold back, Taozi said, "Can you show us the violin?