Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 968 - 967: A Gift for You!

"Overestimating yourself!"

Hearing that Hao Jian wanted to compete with him on the piano, a mocking smile appeared on Yan Ming's face. His eyes swept over Hao Jian as he sneered, "With someone like you, do you even know what a piano is?!"

"You don't need to know if I can play or not. You just need to answer whether you accept or decline!"

With a slight shrug, Hao Jian wasn't one to argue over details. As long as he displayed his abilities, they would naturally understand his skill level.

Given that, why waste energy on arguments? Action is the only way to prove your worth. Empty words are of no use, proving only that you're a better talker.

"We'll have a single match. If I lose, I promise not to interfere in Lanlan's life anymore. In other words, whoever wins gets to be with Lanlan!"

With Hao Jian's declaration, Yan Ming's face stiffened abruptly. This bombshell from Hao Jian hit him hard. Faced with such an opportunity, how could he let it slip away and regret it later?

As the person involved, Ye Linglan was somewhat surprised by Hao Jian's statement but quickly understood. Clearly, Hao Jian intended to resolve the nuisance of Yan Ming in one decisive move.

If Yan Ming lost this competition, he likely wouldn't dare show up in front of her again. This was good news not only for her but for Hao Jian as well.

"But if someone loses, that person must never approach Lanlan again or disrupt her life..."

"Haha! Kid, you're doomed to lose!" Yan Ming laughed smugly. This guy was foolish enough to challenge him in his strongest field. It had been a while since he'd encountered such idiocy. Knowing full well it was his opponent's strength, Hao Jian still chose to clash his weakness against it.

Of course, this "weakness" was only Yan Ming's assumption. After all, he had no idea about Hao Jian's piano skills or his standing in the music industry.

"I was once the champion of the Hua City Piano Competition, and in the national novice piano competition, I ranked in the top ten!"

"In addition, I received the Best Pianist award in the Capital City's piano competition!"

"Just from these accolades, you can clearly see the gap between us! Get ready to hand Lanlan over to me!"

Yan Ming was full of self-satisfaction. His gaze toward Hao Jian carried nothing but indifference. In his eyes, even if Hao Jian knew how to play, his skill level couldn't possibly match his own!

Hearing this, the corner of Hao Jian's mouth lifted slightly into a subtle arc. Scoffing, he shook his head and retorted in a mocking tone, "I really wonder if something's wrong with your head. You're actually proud of these petty accolades in front of me?"

"These so-called honors are dime a dozen across the Land of Huaxia. I truly don't understand why you treat them like major achievements."

"Remember, there's a saying: a person's accomplishments depend on their vision. As for your vision, I can clearly see today just how 'extraordinary' it is!"

"You!"

The disdain and mockery in Hao Jian's words were evident to everyone. Yan Ming's face darkened, and he wanted to shout angrily at Hao Jian, but the presence of five thousand spectators held him back.

If he lost his temper now, it would tarnish his image. In the end, even if he won, losing the support of the audience would make it meaningless.

Preserving his status was the precondition for this match with Hao Jian!

"Haha, I can't be bothered to argue meaningless nonsense with you!"

Noticing Yan Ming still attempting to engage in verbal combat, Hao Jian shook his head, shrugged, and chuckled lightly. "You've already played several pieces earlier. I'm sure the audience is familiar with your skills. Now, I'll play."

"If, after I finish, the audience still supports you, then you win. Otherwise, you lose..."

"Do you have any objections?"

"Let's do as you say!"

Objections? How could Yan Ming have any? This fool was practically handing Ye Linglan over to him. Among the five thousand spectators present, the majority were his fans, not to mention the plant audience members he had arranged earlier. When the time came for them to cheer, the rest would follow suit...

Let's see how you manage to win then!

A smug expression spread across Yan Ming's face, his lips curling as if he'd thought of something particularly delightful.

"This piece is something I composed especially for you. You've never heard it before, so listen carefully. If you can grasp even thirty percent of it, I'll teach it to you."

Disregarding Yan Ming, Hao Jian walked over to Ye Linglan, gently ruffling her hair. His soft and soothing voice made her eyes glimmer. She nodded sweetly, signaling her agreement.

That bastard!

Seeing Hao Jian publicly flaunting his affection right in front of him enraged Yan Ming. His gaze toward Hao Jian grew colder by the second. He had already resolved that once Hao Jian lost Ye Linglan, he would thoroughly mock him in front of her!

"Haha!"

Seeing Ye Linglan nod, Hao Jian burst into a hearty laugh before turning and leisurely walking toward the piano. The piece he was about to perform had been long-composed. In terms of difficulty, it ranked among the top ten most challenging pieces in the current piano world.

This was why Hao Jian stated earlier that Ye Linglan would need to grasp thirty percent of the piece before he could teach it to her. It wasn't because he was unwilling to teach, but because failing to understand enough of it would render learning futile. In such a case, it would be better to focus on other pieces instead of wasting time on this one.

Reaching the piano, Hao Jian slowly sat down. His hand lightly brushed over the keys, the elegance in his movements perfectly complementing the intense focus on his face. The moment he touched the piano, his expression underwent a profound transformation. This change gradually silenced the previously noisy audience, and soon the entire venue was quiet.

It was as if Hao Jian possessed some sort of magic power. In his moments of concentration, he unknowingly exerted an influence over his surroundings...

Ye Linglan had already returned to her seat in the audience, staring admiringly at Hao Jian. This man was hers...

In that instant, Ye Linglan's mind was void of all other thoughts. Gazing at Hao Jian, her eyes radiated a love so deep, it was accompanied by an enchanting, sweet smile.

Hao Jian's hands rested gracefully on the piano keys before flowing across them like water, touching each and every note all the way to the ends, where they paused.

That slow, gentle motion resonated in the form of a tender and beautiful sound. At that moment, it felt as though the melody delved into everyone's heart, calming and soothing it like an unbroken expanse of peace...

"This piece is called 'City of Love.' I dedicate it here and now to my woman—the beautiful Miss Ye Linglan..."

On stage, Hao Jian smiled softly as his gentle laughter reverberated throughout the venue...

As his words faded, his hands began to move across the keys. The soft, sweet sounds of the piano filled the space. The prelude carried a tranquility, as if narrating the story of how a couple came together.

The moment the melody touched the audience's ears, it was followed by a spontaneous round of applause. This piece had captivated their hearing the moment it started. How could such a masterpiece not deserve applause?!

The venue sank into utter silence, with only the enchanting music weaving through the atmosphere. Everyone was engrossed in the world the melody created, unwilling to leave even for a moment.

As the audience journeyed through the song's imagery toward a distant, unattainable dreamscape, Hao Jian's hands suddenly shifted. His fingers glided across the keys to unleash a fresh, distinct melody. The new tune, radiant as dawn's first light, shattered the hearts of those lost in their own worlds.

This passage was pure, as if depicting the world's most exquisite love. Some in the crowd heard the bittersweet entanglements of lovers; others imagined the tender conversations of young couples; still others envisioned solemn wedding vows.

The composition was so exquisite that everyone present was spellbound. Even Yan Ming couldn't help but be drawn into the world Hao Jian's music had constructed.

"Drip, drop..."

Tears welled up in the audience's eyes. They blessed the lovers within the piece and marveled at the love it embodied...

As the song's volume diminished, like a flickering candle in the wind, many in the crowd sighed at the prospect of its imminent conclusion, their faces filled with regret.

But just when they thought it was over, a third movement began abruptly, taking everyone's breath away. Every note of this music was perfect, and the chance to hear such a melody was a blessing beyond words.

The composition painted scenes beyond what any of them could ever imagine. In that moment, it felt as though they had experienced a lifetime, leaving them fulfilled.

Yet all good things must end. The piano's sound gradually faded to silence, but the audience remained unwilling to let go. Even as they longed to hear more, they realized Hao Jian was already rising from his seat...

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