There are more than 500,000 netizens in the "Lost Soul Brother's Study Room", and the dense barrage is floating, and the gifts are swishing and refreshing. And...... Everyone is already having fun.

Yang Zhenyu almost fell off his chair.

At some point, Fang Yan took off his pants, leaving only a pair of boxer shorts. He was wearing the American version of the sneakers that Yuan Yuan bought, with the laces untied, one foot gently beating, and both legs swaying to the rhythm, coupled with intense music...... It's a very exciting picture.

Yang Zhenyu was stupid, it was too vulgar, would he be locked up in a small black room? He lifted his glasses and looked at the video window carefully, fortunately, Fang Yan did not expose the key parts.

"Master, why did you take your pants off?"

"Hot. ”

"Huh?"

"Don't you feel hot?"

"When did you take it off?"

"It's been taken off early. ”

"Why don't you tell me when you take off your pants?"

"Hmm......" Fang Yan was very puzzled, he turned off the volume button of the guitar, looked at him quietly, and asked. "I take my pants off...... Why do I want to tell you?"

Yang Zhenyu was petrified.

The netizens in the live broadcast room all understood what was going on, and the wizard was very ignorant and didn't know that he was being broadcast live. Hearing the two talking, everyone frantically swiped the screen and burst into laughter. This live broadcast room is too 6, not only for music listening, but also for benefits.

Fang Yan pointed to his thigh and said, "I'm padding." ”

Yang Zhenyu saw that Fang Yan folded his pants and put them on his legs, not letting the guitar come into direct contact with his body. He said weakly, "Not because of this. ”

"Xia Mo is not here, just the two of us. ”

"Not really. ”

Fang Yan said, "You can take it off too." ”

“……”

"What's the matter, you're not used to it?"

"It's not...... Yes, yes. I...... Not very used to it. Yang Zhenyu stood up, blocked the camera, and pointed to the door and stammered: "Master, didn't that person buy you shorts, you put them on, put them on." ”

Netizens quit. Fang Yan's figure is very good, everyone is willing to watch it, especially the girls.

"I haven't seen enough yet!"

"Don't wear it!"

Some netizens felt that the two were talking about cross talk, saying: "The live broadcast room is written about Brother Lost Soul, click in to see it, it's Guo Degang's ......"

"The truth is that Brother Lost Soul is afraid that he won't be able to control ......"

In the sophomore girls' dormitory at Jiangdong Normal University, Yuan Yuan lay in bed early, wearing headphones, staring at the mobile phone screen, blushing and in a daze. She thought, well, Fang Yan's legs are very long, very straight, and very good-looking, but there is a little too much leg hair.

“……”

When I was in prison, in the summer, it was stuffy and hot, and everyone wore only small shorts at night and stayed bare-chested. Fang Yan was afraid that Zhenyu was really not used to it, so he went back to the house and changed his shorts over his knees and continued to practice.

Half an hour later, the number of people in the live broadcast room exceeded 1 million.

This is the most bizarre live broadcast room on the planet.

Half a head, one lower body.

Yang Zhenyu bowed his head to study, and he didn't care about netizens. Netizens are very happy to play by themselves. Soon, there was another rumor in the live broadcast, "A certain anchor earns millions a month by doing homework live broadcasts......

Not only wizard fans poured into the live broadcast room, but also many gamers and otaku girls. A lot of people don't even know who a wizard is. They also gave Fang Yan a name: Hand Speed Master.

"Speed Demon!"

"It's a pity that the master of hand speed doesn't play LOL!"

"Hand speed ...... practiced after 40 years of being single"

"It's so cool!"

Fang Yan moved his fingers and began to increase his speed. 100，120，150，200…… Play 200 sixteenth notes, which is 800 notes per minute and 13 notes per second. But each note is still extremely relaxed, clear and stable.

Super dense, breathless notes that get everyone's blood pumping. Moreover, his speed is still accelerating.

Yang Zhenyu didn't have the heart to read, he forgot to broadcast live, just sat on the chair and listened blankly.

He kind of understood.

Fang Yan played the guitar seriously and only had 5 years. But he was extremely efficient. He has a precise, rigorous approach to training and is incredibly focused.

Every time Fang Yan plays a note, every slight movement of his fingers will squeeze the full value of the note with all his might. It was just a daily practice, but he mobilized all his mental will, and treated every most ordinary note seriously and carefully.

Every note is perfect.

Little by little, it becomes a sea.

The most brutal training.

This kind of practice is 10 times more efficient than the average musician, 20 times faster?

Yang Zhenyu was full of emotion, he heard Fang Yan practicing pushing the strings, the second degree, the second degree, the second degree, the third degree...... After the note is pushed up, there is a subtle trill, erratic. In the live broadcast room, netizens made trouble again.

"Lost Soul Again......"

"Explain to the newcomers, he is called the man who has lost his soul, and he is also called the big brother who has lost his soul, referred to as the lost soul brother. ”

"Brother Lost Soul's signature skill!"

Yang Zhenyu was very disappointed. He felt that he would never reach this level with even the simplest exercises. He turned around and suddenly asked, "Master, your level is already invincible, right?"

Fang Yan smiled and said, "How is it possible, it's too bad." ”

"You and Lang Lang, who plays the piano better?"

"Who?"

"Lang Lang. The fat man who played the piano. Yang Zhenyu paused for a moment and added. "I know, you play the guitar, what if no matter what instrument, it's directly better than the level of music? Do you think which of you is more powerful?"

"Brother, wake up. Lang Lang and I are not at the same level. ”

"Huh?"

"He's the best master in the world. I...... He will not reach the level of his 20-year-old in this life, never will. ”

"Isn't it?" Yang Zhenyu was shocked, he thought that Fang Yan and Lang Lang were about the same level.

"Really. ”

"Tell me about it. ”

"It's very simple, technology, consciousness, physical fitness, Lang Lang is powerful in all aspects. I played the piano too late, and I couldn't compare at all. Fang Yan touched the strings and said. "I don't have to compare with the great gods, in Koto City, I play the guitar better than me, there are many. ”

"Impossible!"

"What am I lying to you about. ”

Yang Zhenyu somewhat understood, he felt that it was like playing "Hearthstone", there were a total of 25 levels of ladder players, from 25 to level 1, and then up, they were all "legendary" levels. However, within the legendary level, the technical gap between the 10,000th and the first place is probably very large. Of course, Fang Yan must also be a "legendary" level player.

There are more straightforward examples.

Mount Everest is 8,844 meters above sea level. The higher you climb, the harder each step becomes. Which is more difficult, the climb from the camp to 8,800 meters, or the final 44 meters?

Seeing that Zhenyu didn't speak, Fang Yan thought he was discouraged, so he comforted him and said: "Technique is only one aspect, you slowly practice to a certain extent, as long as the technique is enough, you don't have to die." You know, it's enough for you to have a driver's license and be on the road, you don't have to be a race car driver. ”

Technology is only a means.

Technology is important, but it's not music.

Yang Zhenyu was unwilling, and asked again: "You play the piano so well, I think you are as good as those guitar masters, and there is no difference." Where did that big a gap come from?"

"You can't hear that. ”

"Forehead ......"

Fang Yan continued to play the piano again, playing irregular, basic improvisation, and racing at a high speed. The number of people in the live broadcast room was close to 2 million, and netizens also heard the conversation, were silent for a while, and then swiped gifts.

"Well, I'll ask you one last question. Yang Zhenyu felt anxious for a while, and turned around and said. "Since you said that you will never reach Lang Lang's 20-year-old level, why are you still practicing so hard?"

"I didn't practice hard. When I play the piano, I'm playing. How much fun it is to play the piano. ”

"Huh?"

Fang Yan smiled and said, "I like music. ”

Yang Zhenyu fell into a stupor. The live broadcast lasted for almost 2 hours, and the lines of text from netizens jumped quickly, but he turned a blind eye.

The simplest reason.

Like.

Fang Yan has been doing all kinds of monotonous exercises, not playing anything complete. But Yang Zhenyu felt that the sound of the piano was becoming mysterious, profound, chaotic and complicated, like approaching the secret hidden in the universe. This question is too complicated, Yang Zhenyu can't figure it out for a while, but he knows one thing.

He turned to look at Fang Yan and said to him, "I...... I also like music. ”