Through the Window: Lin Luoxue's Lazy Cousin

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“And you guys!” Oil residue turned to look at them: “I don’t know where your pride comes from.”

"Living in China, they learn from others, yet they come here to belittle their own people."

"Have they truly forgotten their roots?"

"you!!!"

"Forget it! I won't use idioms anymore, you guys wouldn't understand anyway." Youzha looked at them, took out his phone, and opened a video.

The image above is of Lang Lang, a renowned Chinese pianist.

At that moment, he was playing the piano, performing "The Song of the Psychopath," though it sounded somewhat strange.

But you can still vaguely hear similarities.

See this scene.

The Western musician's face darkened.

"See? This is a real artist!" Youzha put away his phone. "I only learn from you because I like it. I have talent, and I can learn."

"Not your best, your strongest!"

"Did kneeling for so long really make you lose all your bones?!"

"Well said!!!" the students from the Department of Folk Music shouted in unison.

The male students from the folk music department behind him shouted, "Zheng Youen, Wang Wen!! You two are at best amateurs. What piano masters can accept has become vulgar in your hands."

"Everyone, let's go. Don't talk to these snobbish guys anymore, or we'll catch their contagion!"

Oil residue looked at Wang Wen and the others.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

Turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute!!! Since you guys are so good, do you dare to have a match?"

Wang Wen's face turned ashen from the ridicule.

This was the first time I had ever been verbally abused to my face, and I couldn't even retaliate.

after all.

There's still a significant gap between him and Langlang.

There's no comparison at all.

but.

Just because I can't compare to artists doesn't mean I can't compare to this bunch of bumpkins.

"I, Wang Wen, a Western music pianist, issue you a challenge!"

"Do you dare to accept the offer?"

Upon hearing Wang Wen's words, the bespectacled man beside him quickly stepped forward: "Yeah~ Aren't these things from our ancestors? Do you dare to accept them?"

"Why wouldn't I dare!" The explosive popularity of "The Song of the Psychopath" gave Youzha a lot of confidence.

Him now.

I genuinely believe that traditional Chinese music is no less powerful than Western music.

You want to fight!

Then let’s fight!

Zheng Youen, the girl with bangs who had just been sitting to the side, also stood up: "It's very simple. We are a music academy, so our battles will naturally be decided by music."

"Okay!" Oil residue readily agreed.

The four-eyed boy playing Western music shouted from the side, "If you lose, you'll have to sing under the overpass. We'll follow you the whole time!"

"Okay!" Fried Oil looked at them. "And what if you lose?"

Zheng Youen chuckled lightly: "How could we possibly lose?"

Oil Residue pushed up his glasses with his right middle finger: "What if?"

Wang Wen stepped forward: "If we lose, we'll suggest that you perform at the graduation concert."

Oil residue's eyes lit up: "Deal!!!"

...

The folk music band's training room.

"Lord Thousand Fingers!!! Help me!!!"

Youzha knelt down in front of Xiaomai and recounted what had happened that day.

He spoke with tears streaming down his face.

He turned himself into a victim.

"The whole dispute started because of that song, what should we do now!" Youzha was scared now, after all, when people are showing off, they don't think straight.

“You…you’re a disgrace to our band!” Tata said from behind. “What are you afraid of? We’ll deal with whatever comes our way.”

"Since they've taken the initiative to challenge us, why shouldn't we accept?"

Sakura walked over from the side: "Since we're going to fight, of course we need to prepare properly!"

"but..."

"Forget it, that guy definitely won't come to help." Xiao Mai thought of the figure who was recklessly playing the erhu on stage.

He shook his head casually.

It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Look at the oil residue: "Time, place, and people!"

"The leaders' inspection before the summer vacation included the music classroom building, which houses both Western and folk music instruments."

Everyone!!!

...

at the same time.

The director's office at the music academy.

The dean touched his thinning hair as he watched a video that had suddenly gone viral on the campus website.

A hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

·· ···Requesting flowers···· ·······

"The matter has basically been decided. Even if you struggle, what can you do?"

"You are the last graduating class of the Folk Music Department, basically, there's no doubt about it."

I tapped the lock screen.

The phone was placed face down on the table.

It was as if, after that, the online frenzy surrounding folk music had nothing to do with him anymore.

This situation occurs at this time.

It still gave her a bit of a headache.

Why choose this time?

...

And at this time.

The composer of that piece of music.

The source of all this.

They were fast asleep in bed, completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

night.

Everyone returned to their dormitory.

Bi Shisan continued working tirelessly in front of the computer.

Lu Qiaochuan was editing the video while also thinking about the script.

Xiao Haiyang and Yu Hao.

One was playing a game, and the other was scrolling through their phone.

"OMG! Did you guys know? This afternoon, our music academy's folk music department and Western music department are having a competition!!!"

"Huh?" Bi Shisan stopped what he was doing and turned around: "Why are we having a competition?"

Yu Hao stared blankly at Bi Shisan, his hands gripping his phone.

He clearly hadn't expected Bi Shisan to be interested in this.

.... ..... ....

Then his eyes widened.