Chapter 174: Live Competition


    Trantor: Henyee Trantions Editor: Henyee Trantions


    Afterpleting her performance, Fang Yuan took the microphone from the host and spoke calmly, “1posed this song for the survivors ofst year’s earthquake, so 1 can y it without consulting the score.” It was irrefutable evidence!


    Below the stage, Fang Liguo and Song Ling felt as though they had been struck by lightning. It was unimaginable that Master Qingyin was their child. Wasn’t she devoid of any special talents? Wasn’t she cold all day long? When did she learn to y the piano and be Master Qingyin? They had heard that someone once offered a hefty sum to Master Qingyin forposing a song, and Master Qingyin declined—this person who declined was Fang Yuan.


    Cheng Yuqi also hadn’t anticipated Fang Yuan being Master Qingyin. Based on her recent performance, she was evidently more skilled than anyone Cheng Yuqi had encountered before. And she had just shown off in front of her—it was embarrassing to think about!


    Though Fang Jiayi was shocked, she refused to back down. “Impossible! Chairman Mu stated that this song is part of the textbook. You must have used your connections to ess the score and memorized it to humiliate me!” How else could you y it so effortlessly? She had assumed Fang Yuan’s identity from a young age, spent the Fang family’s money on piano lessons—what was there to be proud of?


    Wang Jingjing, having listened to Fang Yuan’s performance, finally grasped that there was always someone more skilled. Did Master Qingyin think she yed poorly during the song’s climax?


    Mu Yon’s anger red when she saw Fang Jiayi continuing to argue.


    “Since you insist that ‘Sorrow’ is your original work and your creative standards aremendable, do you dare to engage in an on-the-spotpetition with Master Qingyin?”


    Fang Jiayi was taken aback. A livepetition?


    “You and Master Qingyin will each have ten minutes to improvise. If your improvisation surpasses Master Qingyin’s and proves your talent, well acknowledge yourposition skills!” Mu Yon stared at Fang Jiayi with a cold expression. “Let’s see if you have the courage!”


    Beside her, Fang Yuan, in azy tone, chimed in, “It won’t even take ten minutes.” She sat at the piano and casually began to y a melody.


    Without any prior preparation or careful nning, Fang Yuan’s melody resonated with imposing grandeur and melodic beauty.


    Following a brief, airyposition, Fang Yuan transitioned into another earth-shattering tune, audible anger woven into the notes. Then came a poignant melody, concluding with a joyful tune.


    Through her music, Fang Yuan conveyed the emotions of happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.


    Apuse erupted like thunder. Whether it was her finger dexterity, creative prowess, or the melody itself, it unequivocally affirmed her identity as Qingyin! Were it not for today’s unexpected turn of events, the audience might never have had the privilege of hearing such exquisite music and witnessing Master Qingyin’s skill firsthand!


    The apuse was relentless, even Cheng Ye and Qiao Xinhui pped fervently. Their cherished daughter disyed an exceptional mastery of the piano—she yed exceptionally well!


    Contrastingly, Fang Jiayi’s expression transformed from shock and shame to something more profound.


    Fang Yuan’s piano skills not only surpassed hers but also outshone everyone present. She was unquestionably Qingyin!


    Having listened to Fang Yuan’s impromptuposition, Cheng Yuqi grappled with a single thought: how did she produce such a remarkable song without any preparation?


    Over the years, Cheng Yuqi had immersed herself in piano music, confident that Fang Yuan’s melody bore no resemnce to any existingpositions. It was genuinely improvised! Why did she perform so wlessly without rehearsed concepts and contemtion?


    She had even questioned Fang Yuan about her piano studies, arrogantly boasting about winning over 50 first-ce awards and studying under Cindy. Now, she felt she had lost all credibility. Cindy was nothingpared to Master Qingyin! In the piano world, Qingyin was a legend, undefeated until today. She had amassed countless awards, standing as a master-level figure on par with Elder Qian. In Qingyin’s eyes, 50 first-ce awards were inconsequential, let alone 500!


    Cheng Yuqi grappled with a sense of self-inflicted embarrassment. Her earlier disdainful questions had backfired spectacrly. What she once dismissed as games and uselessness now confronted her with an undeniable truth.


    All the contempt she harbored transformed into a resounding p on her face. Cheng Yuqi couldn’t articte the mix of emotions overwhelming her—unwillingness, frustration, sadness, or perhaps something else entirely.


    “It’s your turn,” Mu Yon dered on the stage, her red lips forming a challenging smile as she gazed at Fang Jiayi. “Senior Qingyin has just showcased herposition, and 1 believe everyone has witnessed her exceptional skill. Do you truly believe your talent surpasses Master Qingyin’s? Now, it’s your moment to shine!”


    Fang Jiayi remained frozen, her entire body quivering. She was acutely aware of her creative capabilities.. Once disyed, they would undoubtedly be the subject of ridicule! How could she possiblypare to Master Qingyin?