Even though Ou-yan didn't plan to take her as a teacher, out of love for the violin and respect for her elders, she still left her phone number.

“Dare you play another impromptu piece” Li Qianqian looked at Ou Yan, as if gathering all her courage, she challenged Ou Yan once more, “This song in the world, maybe you have practiced it many times in private. Let’s compare improvisations, one minute each, to see who has more talent on the violin.”

When Huang Yulan heard this, her brows furrowed. How could this child be like this He lost and still wouldn't accept it!

The melody of the whole song is positive and uplifting, inexplicably inspiring people's mood.

Although it was supposed to be one minute, Li Qianshan still played through the first round completely, taking two minutes.

"You insist on comparing yourselves..." Ouyan took the violin from her hand. "Give me half an hour."

Li Qianqian was a little angry. She just wanted to say: Who do you look down on!

The grand and majestic melody flowed out from her strings, surpassing Li Qianqian in scale, grandeur, and pleasing beauty...

Li Qianqian's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Ou Yan wrote violin pieces even when she wasn't doing anything, and kept them on hand just in case so I went for a look. I had no idea that so many people were locked in the basement. I'm not a fortune teller; how could I have predicted that the servant would invite the wrong person and it just ha...