Classical... classical music?
Zhu Ye glanced again, making sure he wasn't mistaken.
Is it real...
Before Zhu Ye could think more.
A huge chord sounded.
The live performance peaked again, forcibly drawing Zhu Ye's attention back.
Mao Weiang's cello performance grew fiercer, as if under a special musical magic spell:
The bass strings produced the static noise of old radios tuning frequencies.
The bow danced over the four strings, like a street dancer stepping on offbeat drum patterns.
And when he reached the ultimate climax, Mao Weiang leaned back abruptly, pointing the neck of the cello to the sky, as if shooting notes into the cosmos...
At that moment,
all the audience, including the commentary booth.
Became targets of this magical spell, their entire beings rejoicing.....
"This is the King of Pop Music!!" Fengye exclaimed admiringly.
As the music concluded.
Amidst the wave-like applause and cheers from the entire venue.
