Wu Shanshan took a deep breath and carefully spread the sheet music out before her.
The piece she had chosen was more difficult, with a more lyrical melody and few revolutionary elements.
Wu Shanshan stumbled through the performance. Before Zhou Cheng could say anything, she had already blushed.
"You made rather a lot of mistakes this time. Quite a few passages didn't flow into one another," Zhou Cheng said frankly.
This new piece was far more difficult than the previous one. Wu Shanshan had never even tried some of the techniques it required, and Song Ying had only mentioned them briefly.
Even if Zhuang Tunan took her place, he probably wouldn't have done much better.
Zhou Cheng thought for a moment, pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and gestured to Wu Shanshan.
Without a second thought, Wu Shanshan handed the accordion straight over.
Zhou Cheng slowly ran his fingers across all the keys. He paused for a moment, scanned the sheet music, gathered himself briefly, then lowered his fingertips.
A lilting, lyrical melody slowly flowed from beneath his hands.
Watching Zhou Cheng's hands move unhurriedly over the keys and listening to the smooth, heartfelt music, Wu Shanshan first parted her lips slightly in shock, then became utterly entranced.
Zhou Cheng paid little attention to the girl's reaction. His mind was working at high speed.
Over the past two months, he had built a solid theoretical foundation simply by listening in, but this was still his first time actually playing.
His playing now relied not on instincts honed through long practice, but purely on matching things up through his powerful memory and physical coordination.
Played this way, the music naturally lacked some feeling and even sounded somewhat mechanical.
But for the girl before him, with her ability to appreciate music,