The Strongest Skill System

Dean Chen and the other two, who only hoped that Ye Mo would not lose too much face, were all stunned.    

    

He had only just heard the first few notes, yet it caused his eyes to light up.    

    

Ye Mo's lively fingers danced on the black and white keyboard as he brought out a piece of music with a majestic aura.    

    

"It sounded like a girl whispering!" Dean Chen said.    

    

When Professor Deng Andi was trying to get close to her earlier, she did not feel the situation directly.    

    

"This … did you get a response?" Feng Timo seemed to have sensed someone else's presence in the tune that followed.    

    

"No, this is a girl's fantasy. She longs for an answer!" Qian Meng continued.    

    

Deng Andi immediately came back to his senses. What was he doing?    

    

I actually saw that girl?    

    

No, it definitely wasn't written by him. He must have copied the song of a world-class master, that must be it!    

    

This brat is too evil, he must have copied this poem for a short period of time, and then turned it into his own. Do not let me find out about your plagiarism, or else I will make sure you will lose all your reputation.    

    

However, the more Deng Andi listened, the more he felt the power of the song. It was as if a young girl was screaming her heart out.    

    

Damn it, how could he do that?    

    

How can I be attracted to his songs?    

    

If he wasn't afraid of being misunderstood and giving up voluntarily, Deng Andi would have ran out long ago and not let any other sound about this song reach his ears.    

    

At this moment, he was forcing himself to reject Ye Mo's comeback.    

    

Dean Chen and the others were all intoxicated by it.    

    

A few minutes later, Ye Mo finished his rehearsal.    

    

"How did you come up with this song?" Deng Andi asked woodenly.    

    

"Do you want to learn? I'll teach you!"    

    

Ye Mo said lightly, as if the national pianist in front of him was just a three year old child in his eyes.    

    

Hehe, I was practicing the zither at the age of three and became famous at the age of ten. I never would have thought that I would ask such a question to a fledgling kid.    

    

Deng Andi's entire demeanor seemed to have become dispirited all of a sudden.    

    

Chen Hong went over to hold Ye Mo's hand. For a long time, she was shocked and was unable to calm down. Ye Mo was simply a music demon. Not only could he compose music, he could even play music.    

    

Even the piano had reached a world-class level.    

    

She obviously liked such good seedlings.    

    

"What's the name of your piece?" Chen Hong asked.    

    

Ye Mo tilted his head and thought for a moment, as if he didn't think it through. Actually, he wanted to think of a better name for the song, but after thinking it over, he still said, "Let's call it 'Canon'!"    

    

This caused others to think that he had just finished writing the song and hadn't decided what to call it.    

    

Canon?    

    

They looked at each other, clearly not understanding the meaning behind it. They couldn't even figure out how this name had anything to do with the tune!    

    

However, for the song to bring such a deep feeling to a person, the name must have an extraordinary meaning!    

    

At this time, Ye Mo looked at Deng Andi and asked, "Professor Deng, tell me, between the two of us, who will win and who will lose?"    

    

Ye Mo asked this because he wanted Deng Andi to slap his own face.    

    

How could Deng Andi say that he lost?    

    

After thinking for a moment, Deng Andi said, "Just like you said, there are no levels to music. Our individual playing, we all integrate into our real feelings, and the audience also feels something different. This is what we musicians want to release, to use music to remind them of their memories or yearn for the future. If the audience receives it, we will succeed, so winning or losing is even worse."    

    

"Tch!"    

    

Feng Timo and Qian Meng simultaneously let out a disdainful sound, expressing their dissatisfaction towards this fellow who was unwilling to admit defeat.    

    

Before, he wanted to compete with Ye Mo, but now he said those words.    

    

Chen Hong didn't want to judge anything because she was too familiar with the situation. Since both sides had already come to a conclusion, why would she need her own mouth to say anything more?    

    

Thinking about the fact that he called Ye Mo here today to compete with Deng Andi instead of him, it was more important for him to get down to business.    

    

"Student Ye Mo, the reason I called you here today is actually to discuss something with you." Chen Hong said: "Look at your musical talent, I feel that your studying at the Classical Literature Academy is simply a waste of your talent. I have already informed Secretary Wang, I hope that you could transfer to our Music Academy and use your expertise. With your strength, you may already be famous throughout the country before you even graduate, but for a musician, this is a great honor!"    

    

"What?" Ye Mo... Not a student of the Conservatory of Music? " Deng Andi was about to go crazy. He was actually defeated by an amateur?    

    

He was a professor of music. Where would he put his face?    

    

Feng Timo also advised, "I support Dean Chen's idea. Ye Mo, if you get more professional and systematic guidance, you will definitely be able to play it to the extreme. Whether you want to become a Heavenly King in the future, or be a great musician and write a hundred legendary songs, you have laid a solid foundation.    

    

Qian Meng nodded as well. "Yes, that's right."    

    

Chen Hong said, "Student Ye Mo, what do you think? "As long as you agree, I will follow the procedures for your transfer today. At that time, I will follow the schedule for a few public lessons, and also let you tell our music students how you understand music."    

    

The promise to let Ye Mo teach was something Dean Chen had thought through and not simply to attract Ye Mo to her academy. With Ye Mo's strength, he was completely qualified to be the lecturer.    

    

Feng Timo and Qian Meng were both shocked. Not only did the dean personally invite them to the academy, he even had the chance to become a lecturer in the academy!    

    

Such treatment was something that probably only the top musicians in the world would experience!    

    

"Wow, then I can ask Teacher Ye about music from now on." Qian Meng said.    

    

"Qian Meng, didn't you just say that you want to learn from me?" Deng Andi asked with a slightly hot face.    

    

"I think it's better if I learn from Teacher Ye!" Qian Meng said with a disdainful expression.    

    

Deng Andi was speechless. He did not expect Ye Mo to receive such a high honor at such a young age. It made him jealous.    

    

No one would refuse such a generous offer, right?    

    

Just when everyone thought Ye Mo would accept, he shook his head and said: "Thank you for Dean Chen's good intentions. Compared to music, I prefer Classical Literature! As for music, it's just my hobby, far from the point where I have to devote my life to it. "    

    

If he had chosen the Classical Literature division because he had fewer classes, Dean Chen would definitely let him come to the class whenever he wanted. But when the time came, he really wouldn't be able to do it, so Ye Mo just panicked and said that he loved Classical Literature. That way, Dean Chen would have nothing to say.    

    

However, when Ye Mo said this, it was as if he had struck Deng Andi's face again.    

    

A hobby?    

    

I've spent my whole life on the piano, and now you're giving me a life without any need for it?    

    

Are you saying I've lived thirty years for nothing?    

    

Deng Andi gnashed his teeth in hatred, but if he continued shouting when he lost, it would only make people feel more disgusted.    

    

Originally, Ye Mo didn't have that intention, but when the two of them compared to each other, Deng Andi seemed more ordinary.