The entire top floor of the Yifu Building fell deathly silent. Not a sound could be heard.
That heavenly, heart-stirring melody had actually been played by someone who had never played the piano before?
What a joke!
Throughout history, which accomplished musician had not spent decades playing? Even the world-class pianist Beethoven had broken countless piano keys before reaching the heights that earned the world's admiration.
And the melody Jun Wangchen had just played was almost on par with Beethoven's. How could anyone display such skill on their very first attempt at playing the piano?
The host shook his head with a smile, calling his bluff. "You're far too modest, Jun. How could someone who's only just started playing reach your level of mastery?"
Everyone in the audience, along with Feng Fu, nodded in agreement. Without twenty or thirty years of practice, there was no way anyone could have played the melody Jun Wangchen had just performed.
Only Jun Wangchen's three roommates looked thoughtful. They had shared a dorm with him for three years. To put it crudely, they knew exactly how many hairs he had on his body.
They could say with a clear conscience that Jun Wangchen had never studied the piano before. At most, he had touched one once during their sophomore year, and even then, he had been unable to get "do, re, mi, fa" right. Even if he had secretly taken lessons, he could never have reached this level in a year or two.
As for why Jun Wangchen's piano skills were now so extraordinary, honestly, they were just as baffled.
Seeing the skepticism on everyone's faces, Jun Wangchen smiled faintly and explained, "Some things don't need time to prove them. They need to be felt with the heart. Take the air, for example. Here