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Yun Yiheng paused in his motion of standing up and was confused for some time.

As he had lost too much blood and was suffering from intense pain, his mind became sluggish.

Where did the zither music come from?

The way the music was played was just right! For this music piece, a pause was needed between the intro and the climax. Only then would it be able to cause the listeners to feel a void in their hearts, allowing them to become more immersed during the climax.

He had practiced unceasingly for two days straight just to ensure he got the pause correct.

But no matter what he did, he wasn’t able to grasp the exact timing.

However, at this moment, this pause was done perfectly!

In addition, the climatic notes were played better, with greater familiarity and forcefulness compared to his! The rhythm produced also caused one’s feelings to soar more!

The same music piece had a different strength when played by a different person.

He was shocked. In his half-standing motion, he slowly turned his head stiffly. After that, he saw Anonymous who supposedly ‘didn’t know eastern musical instruments’ strumming the strings of the zither rapidly.

The climatic music seemed to lead everyone back into a primeval jungle where humanity returned to its most original form.

The clear air, the beautiful sounds of birds chirping, the fragrance of flowers, the sound of the flowing creek…all of these instantly made everyone feel a feeling of ‘floating clouds and rootless willows’. They were floating around with the wind in the vastness of the sky.

The climatic portion soon passed and the zither music turned more rhythmic.

It would sometimes sound as gentle as a flowing spring and sometimes as fierce as a raging waterfall. It also alternated between the sounds of large pearls and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, while occasionally sounding as low as a whisper. The pure music seeped deep into the depths of everyone’s soul, allowing them to find their original selves.

Not only did this baptize the soul, but it even caused everyone to feel the resonance produced by their inner organs…

Everyone on the scene was stunned by the music and even more shocked by the person on the stage. Everyone’s gaze was currently fixated on Shen Ruojing!

Some of the students who didn’t manage to enter the music hall were currently paying attention to the performance outside.

They nervously refreshed the school’s intranet and wanted to hear timely first-hand news from the live audience.

But why was no one posting?

Also, they could faintly hear the sound of music drifting from within the music hall.

webpage

on exactly? Didn’t someone say that Yun Yiheng’s finger was injured and couldn’t play? Why was there still

live audience member say

of them replied

I saw a livestream shared by a reporter on WeiBo. Let us go and check it

the intranet and logged into WeiBo,

there were over tens of thousands of

earlier post trending, a lot of people came to

sitting dumbfoundedly on the stage as he stared

compared to celebrities. At this moment, her dainty

The students. “?”

their comments on the bullet

Teacher Anonymous? She knows

when listening to it on the web, but it

and western musical instruments. You won’t be able to feel the resonance of the zither strings because you are not

in playing the zither? She looks like she knows what she is doing. Look

were also mocking voices who objected to

instruments. Yet, she’s actually

stance. Have we misunderstood her? She has never said western musical instruments are

if she plays well or not. Speaking of which, why hasn’t any of

live audience to

——Waiting +1

…

take out their phones

completely understood

zither was truly used to cure

felt that their body was

Backstage.

Yuyi stared at the

can this be…this

she was shocked, the sound of someone sobbing

“Boohoohoo, I was wrong…”

the ground. His gaze was sluggish and there was no

zither melody on the stage used its strength to make him understand how foolish his