Rebirth of the National Male God

Everyone looked up.

The tall figure is wearing a straight suit, the most classic black and white collocation, a pure white shirt, the top button of the neckline is not buttoned, wearing a black straight tie without any pattern, the black suit jacket outside is also a young teenager casual style , a metal pin on the left chest with exquisite workmanship, illuminating the high-grade charm of the whole outfit, and the black suit pants perfectly hold out the person's long legs.

As she walked, her face gradually emerged from the shadows. He has neatly combed black hair, clear eyes like a clear breeze and bright moon, and a smile on his face that makes people feel like a spring breeze, so noble and elegant that it causes the girls below to scream uncontrollably. On the stage, she is confident and dazzling, exuding mature calm charm.

Yang Bixian murmured: "This person is not popular, it is difficult for God to tolerate."

According to the plot requirements of the promotional film, Si Huang should be graduating from the campus at this time and attending the graduation ceremony. It is also here that she played a piano song for her first love, drawing a gorgeous end to this beautiful youth.

At this time, she should be the most shining time.

She is arrogant and flamboyant on the basketball court, she is lazy and brilliant in life, she is relaxed and serious in study, she is frank and straightforward in first love... Now, she is noble and elegant on the stage.

The short promotional video, real because of her, interprets a real person and memory with flesh and blood.

Si Huang walked to the center of the stage, facing the crowd of people standing below, as if he didn't see the isolated reporters. She smiled, and everyone who came into contact with her eyes felt that the person she was watching with enthusiasm was herself. Then she didn't say a word, turned and sat in front of the piano, her white and slender fingers touched the black and white keys.

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The sound of the piano is very beautiful, pure and rich.

Si Huang's fingers danced briskly and flexibly on the black and white keys, playing a famous piano song expressing love. The style is enthusiastic and gorgeous, and the key speed is brisk and complex, which is a test of the player's skills. When the piano sounded, the nights of autumn and winter became no longer cold. This passionate rhythm was like the layers of roses in her background, with a rose-colored fragrance, which aroused the love in the hearts of every teenager and girl. Passionately pursued, straightforward and sincere.

From the bass to the treble, then from the treble to the bass, the high and low in the middle, everyone saw Sihuang's fingers fluttering in the light, I don't know if it was the light effect that made the eyes blurry, or her fingers were really too flexible and undulating. The sound of the piano strikes the melody of the heart, and the fingers are about to form a superimposed image, which is amazing and shocking. The surrounding seems to be windy, and the wind blows the endless rose garden. The petals fly up with the sudden strong wind, blowing from the body, bringing up the clothes, hair and heartbeat. The tip of the nose is full of romantic, charming and rich fragrance. magnificent.

When the piano sound entered the final ending, it was still fierce and decisive and enthusiastic, until her hands stayed on the black and white keys.

The sound of the piano disappeared, but people's hearts have not stopped, and the lingering gorgeous tones are still echoing in their ears.

The audience was quiet and no one spoke.

Whether it is the students, reporters, or RB staff, they all silently reminisced, and their eyes unconsciously stayed on the elegant figure on the stage.

Sihuang stood up.

The hearts of everyone also fluctuated with her movements.

She gently removed the low chair and walked out, standing in front of the stage, facing the dense crowd below.

"Are you the origin of the Knights?"

Her voice was not loud, but in the quiet environment, everyone could hear it clearly.

"Yes! Your Majesty, we are your knights!"

"Ahhhh! We are!"

The girls shouted excitedly. Whether they joined the Knights or not, they all became a group of the Knights at this moment, shouting and excited together.

Si Huang chuckled lightly, her smile was clearly seen by everyone under the spotlight, and she stopped when she shouted fiercely.

Sihuang said: "The song just now was pre-ordered by RB. Although it was said at the beginning that it was a reward for your help, but I regret it."

The girls guessed something, suppressed their inner excitement, and followed Si Huang with hot eyes.

The boy in the black and white suit put one hand in front of his belly, bent down and bowed to the people in front of him, his graceful etiquette matched with her gentle smile, like a noble boy who came out of an ink painting, "I want to play a song for you alone, you guys. Want to hear it?"

"Think!" He shouted neatly without any accident, as if to shake the dark clouds in the sky, and shouted in a crisp, hoarse voice regardless of whether his throat was injured.

Si Huang returned to the piano and sat down.

The real entertainment reporter in the reporter group below wanted to stop it, but found that no one of his colleagues was moving, and he didn't dare to fight alone when he was helpless, so he could only stare coldly at all this with a dark face.

Many people are guessing what song Si Huang will play? The previous one is a famous song, and it perfectly shows her piano skills. With the amazing performance of the previous one, the next one must be even better, right? What could it be? A higher-level famous song that still expresses love?

When Si Huang's fingers flicked the first sound, everyone was stunned.

It's too light...and the sound is wafting too.

One...two...three times, she played the melody lightly and slowly, and her expression was relaxed and gentle, not like a solemn performance, but like a casual practice.

"What song is this? I can't hear the prelude." Someone asked softly in a lower voice.

"I haven't heard it before. Is it a relatively uncommon famous song?"

"I don't sound like it, how do you feel that His Majesty is improvising?"

Words such as 'improvisation' and 'original' kept appearing in the crowd's discussions. Along with their whispered discussions, the suddenly crisp piano sound interrupted their discussion.

If Si Huang's opening performance is like a drizzle at the beginning of the night, there is no sound, but the coherent melody and timbre behind it are amazing and intoxicating. This melody is obviously brisk, but the tone is gentle. It is fast, slow and erratic. It is full of relaxed comfort. Looking at the gentle smile on the lips of the person playing on the stage, the corners of his mouth were raised unconsciously, and he smiled peacefully.