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Chapter 637 I want to be his son(2/2)

Except for those artists who have long hair, hold broken guitars, break artboards, and cheat food, drinks, and cannons everywhere.

Is there a painter who learns painting?

How many performers are there for musical instruments?

Especially those who learn piano, how many pianists are there?

The music department head suddenly stared at Su Mu, jumped up almost out of control, pointed at him and shouted:

"I know who you are."

As soon as this sentence came out, Principal Liu was stunned.

What does it mean?

My department head got crazy?

The department head stared at Su Mu almost out of control, trembling all over:

"It's you, it's you, yes, it's you! Oh my God, I never thought it was you!"

"Three years ago, do you still remember the Golden Hall of Vienna three years ago?"

Principal Liu strode to the department head and reached out to his shoulder and slapped hard:

"Director Qin, what's wrong with you?"

Director Qin was so excited that he danced:

"Old Liu, you forgot that year, I exchanged in the three major European music academies. The Golden Hall held a special piano session for Richard Clayman, and finally invited a mysterious guest. The guy was wearing a mask. I

It's him, it's him!"

Principal Liu was as if he was being lit by someone, and his whole body was frozen.

All professors, students, collectively freeze.

In the art circle, pop music is not qualified to call it art at all, but classical music is.

Richard Clayman was called the piano prince when he was young. Now he is seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old, and has long been named one of the top ten piano masters.

The fat man from China is still a pianist, and he is far away from a master.

At that concert that year, the top ten piano masters were invited to gather.

No one knew who the mysterious man who appeared in the end, but it was the finale.

Although it is a flash in the pan, it is definitely an indelible mark for the piano world.

Director Qin pointed at Su Mu, his hands were pumping the chicken feet:

"It's him, it's him, it's him."

Su Mu was so upset that he didn't follow the next sentence.

Am I Little Nezha?

Feeling everyone's extremely hot eyes, Su Mu shook his head gently and made the expression he thought was the most handsome:
Chapter completed!
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