Qiao Nian took out the mobile phone he had prepared long ago, found one of the audio files, pressed the play button, and the melodious music stirred in the ward.
It's the style of chasing light.
Very strong.
Unique and hard to imitate.
After Qiao Nian opened the audio file on his phone, he threw the phone on the bed and said in a clear and casual tone, "Is this the part you copied?"
Qiao Chen's pupils were bulging, and her hands instinctively wanted to grab the quilt, but when she exerted force, she only felt severe pain from her finger bones. She suddenly remembered what the doctor had just said, saying that her hands were useless and she would never be able to play the piano again in the future. Her eyes burst into strong hatred, and she looked at Qiao Nian and coldly denied it: "I said, I don't know what you are talking about, I have never heard of this piece of music."
"Qiao Nian, if you want to accuse me of plagiarism, you don't have to!"
Her eyes flickered as she continued to argue, "I've already won the Grammy Award, so that trophy will only be mine. Overseas is not China, and it's not a place where you can cover up everything with one hand. Even if your teacher is Mr. Nie, don't forget that I also have a teacher! China is your territory, and you have the final say on everything. You can turn black into white, but it's not the case overseas!"
She hasn't finished her words yet.
The door of the ward was pushed open again.
The person who came in this time was none other than the teacher that Qiao Chen had been thinking about all the time—Steven.
Steven was wearing a suit. He was not as old as Nie Mi, but just middle-aged. He had blond hair and blue eyes and was well-maintained. At the moment, his blond hair was a little messy, and it was obvious that he came in a hurry.
"Teacher, how come you..."
He ignored the shocked and flustered Qiao Chen on the bed, and strode straight towards Qiao Nian. He stopped in front of Qiao Nian and asked in a serious tone, "Is the song that was playing in the ward still there?"
Qiao Nian raised his eyebrows, curled up the corners of his lips evilly, arrogant and casual: "Yes. Which part do you want to hear, Master Steven?"
"How many sections do you have?" Steven's face looked unhappy, as if he didn't expect there were so many, and he stared at her slightly.
Qiao Nian picked up the phone and flipped through the folders in her audio files in front of him, saying in a lazy and soothing tone: "Well, not much. About seven or eight clips."
She tilted her head, her dark eyes pure and clear, and asked, "Master Steven, do you want to listen?"
Steven was silent for several seconds before he spoke with difficulty, saying politely, "Of course. If it's convenient for Miss Qiao..."
Qiao Nian didn't wait for him to finish and took over his words: "It's convenient, there's nothing inconvenient about it."
She handed over the phone.
Steven took it carefully. When he saw the seven or eight folders in the audio that Qiao Nian had called up, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and opened it from the beginning.
The same piece of music as before was playing in the ward.
The more he listened, the more his brows furrowed.
Not long ago, he heard a similar arrangement, but it was different from the song that Qiao Nian played on his phone. The version he heard was played on the piano, while this one... was played on an electric guitar, mixed with the sound of an electronic keyboard, and there seemed to be a classical instrument.
He is not from Country Z and doesn't know much about the country's classical musical instruments, but he knows that Country Z has many traditional musical instruments, such as the chimes that he was once very interested in.
After listening to the first paragraph, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and his expression became solemn, showing that he was very serious.
(End of this chapter)