In the beautifully renovated music training room, Mr. Watson was working on this crumpled sheet music. In fact, Li Sen only wrote a brief score, and did not improve the specific content in it, such as how other soundtracks should be played.

A wonderful performance that makes people feel like they are traveling for three days is not something that can be achieved by a single musician alone.

This requires the delicate coordination of pianists, bassists, band conductors, drummers, and more.

These people really treat music as a work of art, not as flashy and empty as many pop stars, they pay more attention to the connotation of music.

Wearing sunglasses, Li Sen walked in the corridor of the music school classroom full of literary atmosphere, listening to the whispers of his classmates and the sound of performances coming from various teachers, and suddenly felt like he had entered a musical country and a paradise.

However, the good atmosphere was broken by a bang, and then in a room in front of Li Sen, the door was kicked open, and out of it ran out a boy in his early twenties, his eyes were red, obviously crying. In particular, Li Sen noticed that the boy's ten fingers were all wounded, and they were covered with band-aids.

Immediately afterwards, a tall bald forty-year-old middle-aged man walked out, watching the young man drift away, with an indifferent face.

Li Sen wanted to go up and ask, but because of his bald and domineering attitude, he finally chose to chat with the children of the music school.

"Are you really listening to yourself?" The girl said excitedly.

"Of course, I'm curious, what happened to the boy who ran away just now? What's the origin of that bald man? Leeson asked.

"Oh, you mean the Piano Devil! The bald man's name was Benjamin Joton, and he was a famous pianist. He will only teach three students a year until they are successful. And in the past two years, there has been a strange man, a boy named Pratt, who seems to be crazy and wants to become a student of the Great Demon King. The Great Demon King just refused at first, but then he couldn't stand the kid's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and finally promised him to let him come and study. ”

"However, you know, the nature of the Great Demon King is always murderous. He constantly tortured little Pratt to make the poor guy spend sixteen hours a day practicing the piano. ”

Li Sen raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "This is simply inhumane!" ”

"yes, we all think so. But little Pratt persevered! The girl was very admiring, "Among the music students of the same period, Pratt is the hardest-working. Of course, it is undeniable that Pratt's current level of piano performance is comparable in our academy and the whole world. ”

"Then why did the two of them quarrel?" Li Sen asked curiously, "It seems that the contradiction between them is quite deep." ”

"It's not very deep, it's just a mortal enemy! Just last night, when our school reported the performance, there were celebrities from all walks of life in politics and business in the audience. So much so that after coming to power, Pratt was extremely embarrassed, pitifully humiliated by the Great Demon King, and then replaced, becoming the cannon fodder for the Great Demon King to show off his other proud disciple Stone. ”

"Wow, what a scheming drama!" Li Sen had to sigh, and at the same time, he also learned that the bald demon king was also the teacher of the Canadian piano prince Grant.

Leeson walked in the direction that Pratt had just left, and when he went out the door, he found the curly-haired Pratt crouching under a tree crying.

Looking at the injury of the man's ten fingers because of practicing the piano, Li Sen was a little touched.

"Hi bro!" Li Sen stepped forward and said.

Pratt raised his head, looked at Li Sen with red eyes, and said, "I know you, big star!" You're here to see my jokes, too? ”

Li Sen shook his head: "No, I think you know me but don't know me at all!" ”

Pratt looked at Li Sen in confusion and said, "So what?" ”

"I'm curious to know, why did that bald head torture you like this?" Leeson asked.

Pratt said, "Why? The current aristocratic music school has been corrupted to a certain extent, and it is difficult to be taken seriously without a noble background and a wealth of thousands of dollars. Especially people like me, who are not geniuses like Grant who became famous at a young age. ”

"But you love piano music so much that you can even give up your hands just to practice it?" Leeson asked.

"Yes, or I wouldn't have been able to hold out and be a slave to Mr. Chawton." Pratt Road.

"But Mr. Chaughton just looks down on you, does he?"

"Forget it, it's useless to talk about it. My music career is at the end of the day. Pratt was clearly talking about last night, "It's nice to talk to you, and thank you for not laughing at me." Goodbye New York, I still go home to get an accountant certificate, work steadily, and no longer think about any unattainable music dreams. ”

Looking at Pratt's feeble steps, Leeson wanted to help, but he felt that he couldn't always make such hasty decisions. There are so many poor people who have to help, even if he has music all over the world, he can't keep busy.

Touched inside, Leeson returned to the music school and went to Mr. Watson's music room, and just as he was about to push the door in, there was a burst of laughter from inside.

"This piece is indeed a good piece, and you can consider having Grant play it on the piano. But would you believe that this is what someone like listen can write? "This is the voice of the bald demon king, Mr. Joadon.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in the room also spoke: "Interesting, the crime of plagiarism is very serious. To be honest, in the past two years, this guy who has appeared in the pop music industry has always been able to write unexpected songs, and I doubt that there is some professional team behind him who is hype. How long can a sixteen-year-old child make waves? ”

"Don't say that, maybe he's really a musical genius like you, Mr. Grant?" Mr. Watson said.

“excuseme？ Musical genius? The young man known as Grant laughed, "Don't be funny, Mr. Watson. Trust me, Emma, I'm going to catch up. I'm going to ask her out for dinner tomorrow. ”

Mr. Watson was a little cramped and did not speak.

"Emma's parents are also very supportive of our relationship, of course, her current boyfriend listens to a very good boy, but who knows when that kid is going to change girlfriends?"

"Haha, alright, alright, my excellent student." Joton said, "Grant, before Leyson comes, you can play this song "Go Home" for us!" ”

"No problem, just let Mr. Watson hear if my playing skills have improved." Grant Road.

Li Sen was standing outside the door, and he suddenly lowered his hand pushing the door and clenched his fists.

It turned out that Emma's family didn't approve of him, and it turned out that this Prince Grant was a guy who stabbed him in the back.

He suddenly turned and rushed in the direction that Pratt had left.

Instead of exchanging ideas with the dirty prince of music, it is better to be in the company of innocent students who love music.

Leeson caught up with Pratt, blocked the other party's way, and panted: "Do you want to be Grant or even surpass his piano prince?" ”

Pratt was a little absent-minded, not even hearing Leesen's words clearly.

"Don't get in my way, get out of my way!"

"I'm serious about chatting with you! Tomorrow at eight o'clock, come to the Watson teacher's classroom at the music school, there is a shortage of a good pianist like you, and I need you to accompany me in writing a new song! Li Sen's eyes were firm, and his words were clear and authentic.

Pratt looked like you're crazy, looking at Leeson like a monster.

"And, I'm going to let you slap Mr. Joton in public with your strength! Welcome to join us, Mr. Pratt, the future prince of piano! ”

Li Sen stretched out his hand and invited kindly.