[D*mn, what’s going on with this Lu An? Is there something wrong with her?]
[Of course our Yan Yan’s song is an original composition. She first played it when she was ten years old. At that time, it became popular all over the Internet, and even gained recognition from piano masters. Is there something wrong with this Lu An’s brain? What the hell is she doing? Even if she’s jealous, she’s doubting something that was composed by a ten-year-old??]
Qi Yan’s fans simply despised Lu An to death. Lu An’s fans were really speechless, and kindly reminded them —
[So, don’t forget that Qi Yan’s surname was originally Lu. She was still Lu Yan back then. Who knows, she might have used a piece of work composed by the woman she thought was her mother, and modified it and claimed it as her own.]
Er, this…
Qi Yan’s fans immediately shut up. Perhaps, it really was like that?
They all looked at Qi Yan on screen.
Qi Yan swiftly gathered her wits. She smiled slightly as she met Lu An’s gaze and said calmly, “Then, please play it. If it really is the same melody as your mother’s, I believe you can play it too, right?
“Doesn’t it so happen that you didn’t have time to prepare for the talent show?”
Qi Yan smiled even more warmly and said, “I can lend you my 1998 collector’s piano.”
“No need. I’m not used to using other people’s things.”
Lu An refused in a cold and calm voice. As she spoke, she took out a small piano that she had just put together by fixing broken porcelain and small metal pieces and bells to a long board, and said, “I’ll use this.”
[F*ck!!!]
When they saw Lu An’s bizarre item, the viewers in front of the live broadcast were about to laugh their heads off!
[Hahaha, is she joking? This is too ridiculous!]
[To think she could come up with something like this, especially with that serious expression! I’m about to f*cking die of laughter!]
But there were even more viewers who were speechless —
[D*mn, what is she doing? So childish?]
[This is simply an insult to pianos!]
[She might not want to use someone else’s things, but she shouldn’t have to go this far, right?]
[I take my hat off to her. She’s so confident in herself. She shouldn’t have brought the subject up to begin with! Disgusting!]
There were also even more malicious viewers —
[I think she just wants to grab attention by using this tactic. As if she knows how to play the piano!]
Lu An didn’t care at all. She carried her wooden board up to the stage and held two metal chopsticks in her hands. She was about to sit down on the floor, when someone suddenly threw her a soft panda cushion. Lu An was a little stumped, but gave a simple word of thanks. She sat down and focused, and was ready to play.
“Are you sure you want to use this?
“Are you looking down on my piano?”
Qi Yan widened her eyes and spoke in an innocent and slightly aggrieved tone.
“Yes, I’m using this.”
Lu An couldn’t be bothered to waste her breath on her. She threw out the words directly, and stressed, “I don’t use other people’s things so easily, but not because I scorn them.
“No, wait, it does seem like it?”
Lu An thought about it carefully, and felt that it did seem she was acting disdainful. Thus, she said to Qi Yan, “I am looking down on it.”
Qi Yan was dumbfounded.
She didn’t expect this person to be so blunt and completely not care about face.
Did she know what this piano was?
