Chapter 18 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

When James started playing, everyone was surprised by his skill.

It could be seen that although he did not speak well, he still had some ability.

Weiss didn’t care but he could already tell what James was playing.

Für Elise, originally named Bagatelle in A minor, was an independent piano piece composed by German composer Beethoven in 1810.

It was Beethoven’s tribute to “Alice”.

It had to be said that the song was prepared by James. Even without Weiss stirring things up, he had to play it for Elena.

Everyone began to clap for James at the end of the high note and he bowed back to them with aristocratic manners.

Elena pulled Weiss’s shirt and said to him,

“Don’t go there, Weiss.”

Weiss felt a little helpless. This made others jump on his face and he couldn’t refuse.

Weiss looked at James’s finger technique and felt that there shouldn’t be any problems. His system was quite reliable in this aspect.

Besides, Elena’s father was here and she didn’t want to be looked down upon by him anymore.

James raised his head and looked at Weiss provocatively.

“Weiss, come up if you’re a man. Don’t make me look down on you.”

Weiss raised his eyes. He had seen people looking for abuse but he had never seen someone looking for it so badly.

Then he walked over to the piano and tried to remember how James had played. He took a deep breath.

His fingers began to dance on the piano keys and his fingertips began to dance with the music sprite. What did Top-Level Piano Skills mean?

At this moment, he was the representative of the Piano God.

Everyone saw and listened to the music.

The snowy peaks of the Alps, the waters around Tahiti Island and the seagulls, the forests, the dazzling sunlight.

Everyone saw the gentle, beautiful image of the female protagonist and it was as if Beethoven had endless warm words to say to her.

Then they saw the babble of their pulse turn into a pleasant conversation. The music was smooth, cheerful and gorgeous.

Weiss’s right hand gently played an ornamental note and an attached sixteen-point note, causing the melody to become lively, as if it was the bright and cheerful tone of a young girl; his left hand steadily and smoothly played the decomposition and string, gentle and amiable, like a male host constantly responding to his lover’s babble.

The second sentence became even more joyful. In his right hand was the densely decomposed and stringed thirty-second note, which sounded like the laughter of a young girl.

The mood of the plug-in music changed dramatically. It pushed in layer by layer and the irrepressible passion burned like fire.

The first sentence continued in the same low tone. It sounded like the heartbeat of the male protagonist, but also like his passionate love. It was sincere and firm, and the clear high notes combined with the continuous sounds of his strong left hand. It was as if the male protagonist was confessing passionately, seeing his deep and powerful eyes, and feeling his unwavering determination.

After that, there was a connecting sentence. Weiss’s right hand used the pagoda sound to continuously move up, from slow to fast, and in a low voice, he used the chords to promote the development of the music. It was as if a young girl had happily accepted his confession.

At the highest pitch, there was a series of half-tones descending. It was full of gorgeous colors, showing the happiness of two people who shared the same heart.

At last the music returned to the fold, and it was the last time the first part was repeated. When the music grew soft, it was as if a pair of lovers were holding hands and gazing at each other as they settled into the gradually diffusing music.

Everyone was immersed in such a beautiful voice that even James was no exception.

Then, everyone reacted and clapped excitedly.

James had also recovered from his daze and his face was as red as a pig’s liver. He then flicked his sleeves and left. It was obvious who was better.

He knew that he was completely screwed. If he did not leave now, who knew how many rich second-generation heirs would mock him.