An expert's skill showed the moment he made his move.
As the intro to "Girl" poured from Lin Zhe's fingertips like a clear, flowing spring, Han Wei's eyes lit up.
That seamless, flowing fingerstyle technique instantly put him leagues ahead of Han Wei!
Guitar playing had its own levels and ranks, too.
Han Wei had not majored in it, nor had he taken any dedicated classes.
It was simply a hobby, and he had taught himself using video tutorials on Bilibili.
After more than three years of teaching himself, he could now play many songs smoothly.
Without a comparison, his playing could earn some decent praise.
But compared with professional guitarists, he fell far short.
Self-taught players like Han Wei had only gained a rough grasp of the techniques for playing a song through repeated practice.
He could play a song without missing a beat or a note, capturing its "form" but not its "spirit."
The notes he played were merely individual, lifeless notes.
But the notes Lin Zhe played seemed to have lives of their own, lively and joyful.
That was the biggest difference between an amateur and a professional!
After several flashy fingerstyle passages of the intro, Lin Zhe parted his thin lips.
"How many times have I dreamed of you, ah~ girl."
Hearing Lin Zhe's melancholy, resonant voice, Han Wei's scalp tingled and a shiver ran through his body, as though his soul had been shaken.
Lin Zhe's voice was as clear as spring water and as soulful as the sea, as if imbued with magic.
His singing had both the delicate tenderness of poetry and the fiery, unrestrained passion of strong liquor.
Just that line, "How many times have I dreamed of you, ah, girl," instantly stunned Han Wei beside him!
As a guitar enthusiast, he