I have 6 systems, so what if I'm a little arrogant?

After Wei Ze's spectacular move of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of his own, Huo Yan had no choice but to admit defeat.

He admitted defeat. What else can he do than admit defeat?

Facing the strange looks from the passengers, Huo Yan covered his mask tightly and fled.

This is his last bit of dignity.

Inside the room, everyone watching the live broadcast was stunned.

Especially Sang Chi, he recalled a few things he had talked about with Wei Ze in the past and shuddered.

"Oh my god, Teacher Wei is such a ruthless person. Who would dare to offend him from now on? Don't you agree?"

Shen Jue snorted coldly, "What's the big deal? They just lost a little bit of innocence, but they also made it to several trending searches. What a bargain."

"Do you want to be on this trending search? If you are envious, I can arrange it immediately. There are still several male guests here who haven't had their turn yet." Tang Tingyu enthusiastically took out a card and asked Shen Jue to try again.

"...Thank you, but I declined."

On the other side, Huo Yan and others came to the concert hall. A black grand piano was placed on the wide stage.

Huo Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he finished dancing, everything for today would be over.

"Okay, go up and get ready to play the piano."

Wen Ju'an glanced at the wig still on Wei Ze's head, hesitated to speak, and walked onto the stage weakly.

"Hey, why don't you come here quickly? What are you doing standing at the door?" Huo Yan shouted angrily at Wei Ze, who had just disgusted him.

Without other passengers watching, Wei Ze stopped talking and stomped her high heels hard, glaring at people condescendingly.

"Why are you so arrogant, little guy?"

Huo Yan was too lazy to argue with him. He grabbed his wig with disgust and began to wait for the music.

Wen Ju'an sat in front of the piano, touching here and there like a curious baby.

Tang Tingyu, who was watching the live broadcast, turned around and asked, "Does your brother know how to play the piano?"

Wen Xingjian patted his chest and assured, "Yes, my brother got first place in the piano class's final exam that year."

"Excuse me, which year do you mean?"

"Uh, let me do the math."

Wen Xingjian counted on his fingers and muttered to himself for a while before replying, "About fifteen years ago, my brother was doing very well in the children's music enlightenment class. The teacher even praised him, saying that he could play all the notes at such a young age."

Tang Tingyu: "Huh?"

Lu Xun took a deep breath and said, "If you count it that way, then I have received a lot of honors since I was a child."

Sang Chi sighed, "What a sin! A musician who can't play the piano is paired with two dancers who can't dance. The picture is so beautiful that I can't even imagine it."

At the same time in the concert hall, Wen Ju'an sat upright on the piano stool with his back straight.

Ignoring his explosive makeup, his aura alone is quite intimidating.

Even Huo Yan and Wei Ze, who were reluctant to dance, couldn't help but prick up their ears and listen carefully to his solo.

The slender knuckles fell on the black and white piano keys, and a series of unexpected syllables entered the ears of the two.

As smart as Tang Tingyu was, he quickly muted the live broadcast when he heard the first note.

As long as she can't hear it, it won't hurt her!

But the two people who listened to the magic sound at close range were not so lucky.

"Wen Ju'an, what are you playing?!" Wei Ze covered his ears like a screaming chicken.

Immersed in his own world, Wen Ju'an played with such passion that he forgot himself and didn't care about the lives of others at all.

The barrage of comments that were originally looking forward to it were now speechless.

【Family, every syllable of my brother's words fell in places I didn't expect.】

[Is there anyone who can tell which song he is playing? ]

[Yes, a bit like two tigers? ]

[Why do I feel like it's playing Pleasant Goat and Beautiful Goat? ]

[Really? Don’t lie to me.]

[Why do you think your brother wants to play this song? ]

[I know the answer to this question, which expresses the author's homesickness! ]

[Hahaha, using formulas to solve problems is faster.]

……

Wen Ju'an played the piano happily without caring about anything else, while Wei Ze gritted his teeth and grabbed Huo Yan, whose soul had left his body, and started dancing around.

A few night owls passing by were attracted by the irritating sound.

Through the crack in the concert hall's door, I saw two people dancing wildly inside and thought I had accidentally walked into some kind of supernatural scene.

"Hurry up, hurry up, stop looking, there are people performing a shaman act inside!"

"You are so unlucky. You must be sick."

"There are all kinds of birds in the forest. What did I do to offend someone who had to perform a shaman dance in this good performance venue?"

"That's right, let's go back quickly."

……

After the song finally ended, Wen Ju'an still felt a little unsatisfied.

He raised his hands and was about to sing another song when two pale-looking men, who were badly beaten, dragged him back from the left and right.

"What are you doing? I haven't played enough."

"Brother, please take back your magical powers. Others play the piano for money, but you play the piano for your life. Your brother Huo and I haven't lived enough. Please be kind and stop harming your own brother."

Huo Yan nodded heavily, reaching a rare consensus with Wei Ze.

Hearing his comments, Wen Ju'an's heart broke for the second time tonight.

"——No! I don't believe it, you're talking nonsense!"

When he was learning piano, his teacher clearly praised him for his talent.

It was said that his artistic attainments were a miracle in the history of human evolution, and it was also suggested that he play more for vegetative patients or people with hearing impairments.

Because the general public's appreciation level is too low, they are unable to experience the rich emotions in his music.

After listening to Wen Ju'an's tearful statement, Tang Tingyu gave his own opinion.

"Well, is there a possibility that your teacher means that your playing is so bad that only the deaf and the vegetative can tolerate it?"

Wen Juan: (T?T)

Tonight, his heart broke for the third time.

The truth that comes late is so cruel.

Teacher, you have deceived me for so many years and it has made me suffer so much, wuwuwu~

Looking at Wen Ju'an who was crying like a little cat, the "good brother" came online to comfort him.

"Brother, don't cry. Although your piano talent has been shattered, the teacher who trained your singing talent still speaks highly of you."

Tang Tingyu raised his eyebrows, "Oh, really? I don't believe it. What did the teacher say about me?"

Hope rekindled in Wen Ju'an's tearful eyes.

"The teacher praised me for my ability to sing high notes that penetrated my frontal lobe, and for my boldness and creativity in finding pitches. These were magical qualities she had never taught me."

"Since she thinks so highly of you, why didn't you learn from her later?"

Wen Ju'an pursed his lips and said embarrassedly: "The teacher said that she is not talented enough and can't teach someone like me. If you don't believe me, I can sing a song on the spot."

"Hey, hey, hey, stop. It's okay, but it's not necessary." Tang Tingyu interrupted the spell in horror.

I'm already honest, please let me go.

[It’s so funny. This is the first time I see my sister Tang getting scared.]

[The teachers at these training institutions are really good at talking. They can praise a pile of shit like a flower.]

[I am a teacher of children's art. What I said before is very true. To be in this industry, you need to have high emotional intelligence and be able to speak.]

……