Xilin tilted her head, staring at the intoxicated Li Mingrui with a look of infatuation on her face, and kept saying it without surprising her words.

"Go, go, as long as you are not afraid of Shanshan risking your life, then go ahead."

Diba joked with a smile, but when he mentioned Yuan Shanshan, his eyes darkened.

"Okay, I'd better choose another target. This is too risky."

Xilin seemed to think of Shanshan's illness, and the smile on her face faded, and she said with a wry smile.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Ding Ning seemed to be aware of Diba's mood, and quietly held her hand and whispered in her ear.

"Um!"

Diba did not struggle and let him hold his hand, quietly listening to Li Mingrui's performance.

There was silence in the whole room, everyone was watching the elegant Li Mingrui quietly, immersed in the beautiful piano sound.

"Chopin's brilliant Grand Waltz, it seems that Li Mingrui's piano level has reached professional level 10."

Diba murmured softly.

"Level 10? That's it? Fake level 10, right?"

Ding Ning said disdainfully that the piano sound that sounded like the sounds of nature to other people's ears lacked a soul to him.

"Hey, you can't even play, and you dare to say that someone else's level is not good. I think you are just jealous."

Xilin curled her lips in disdain and said sarcastically.

I have to say that art is definitely a sharp tool for picking up girls. Even Xilin was conquered by Li Mingrui at this moment.

Yuan Shanshan, who was sitting alone in the corner, was even more obsessed with her eyes. She stared blankly at Li Mingrui, whose hands were as elegant and noble as a magician's. She didn't know what she was thinking.

"I can't play but I can listen."

Ding Ningyun said calmly: "He is very familiar with this piece of music. It seems that he has put in a lot of hard work. To ordinary people, it sounds really good and his basic skills are also very solid. However, he just practices step by step.

This piece of music does not incorporate my own feelings at all. It is mechanical and numb, just like an imitation show, always wandering within Chopin's frame and unable to surpass it at all."

"Beyond? Diba, has your man been kicked in the head by a donkey? You still want to surpass?"
Chapter completed!