Chapter 89 (1/2)

Liu Mu Han sniffed the words and snorted, and the color of worry in his eyes was even worse.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Yang Ling stood up with a faint smile and walked slowly towards the stage.

On the stage, zhangjiahua sneered: ”you really have the courage to come up.”

Yang Ling took the violin from him and said faintly, ”there are always some people who are self righteous, but in my opinion, your so-called self-confidence is not vulnerable.”

”Hum!”

When passing by, zhangjiahua sneered in his ear: ”this game is just the beginning, I will find you slowly.”

With a cold hum, he went straight down the stage.

In Yang Ling's opinion, zhangjiahua is no different from the people he met before, just a group of clowns.

He sat down calmly, glanced at the people below, and then, without waiting for Huang to start, he casually tried his hand. After that, he stroked the string and slowly pulled it with his right hand.

”Ding, musical instrument proficient in skills.”

As the voice of the system fell, beautiful notes burst out from his fingertips.

”Hiss!”

When the sound of the piano sounded, Huang directly pumped out the air conditioner!

”Is this chakon?”

But he played so spiritually!

Not only Huang Lao, the music master, but also the gourd eaters who knew nothing about violin at the bottom were all staring at each other!

”This... He can really play the violin!”

”Wow, that's very nice, isn't it?”

People were surprised at first, but with the continuous flow of notes, the shock on their faces began to dissipate, replaced by an intoxicated look.

The notes on Yangling's fingertips are sometimes as clear as the rain on an empty mountain, sometimes as passionate as the scorching sun, sometimes as lonely as a boat on a moonlit night, which makes them sink into one beautiful world after another with the change of notes.