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Zhao Feiyang understood immediately and naturally grasped Xu Fan's meaning.

So at this point, the live stream room was already buzzing with discussion and filled with comments.

"This is outrageous! Is this what they call a guitar master?"

"I've never seen such a shameless person. Master Hutu has taken shamelessness to the extreme. When Brother Fan asked him to repeat a piece, he refused. When Brother Fan asked him to repeat a piece, he played such a difficult piece. Amazing."

"The world of the big shots is indeed beyond the reach of us nobody. Master Hutu and that Master Miaotu are the epitome of the shamelessness association."

"Brother Fan, keep it up! We believe in you, go for it! It's just a lousy song, we're sure you can repeat it easily."

"I don't know why, but I really want to hear one of Fan Bingbing's new songs, what should I do?"

"Don't hit me. I don't want to listen to guitar music. I just want to hear Fan Ge sing."

Zhao Feiyang only glanced at the discussions in the live stream occasionally, and he didn't say anything, after all, this live stream could be considered a clandestine affair.

Although the live stream was conducted openly and legitimately, his phone was not hidden after all.

Others thought Zhao Feiyang was taking pictures of Xu Fan.

At least in Zhao Feiyang's behavior, there were occasional hints of him taking photos, but most importantly, no one paid any attention.

Xu Fan walked lightly onto the stage and sat down in a special chair.

He picked up the guitar, gently adjusted the pitch, and then glanced at everyone in the room.

His gaze returned to Hu Tu, and he said, "Mr. Hu's music is indeed extraordinary, but I have noticed some issues that I am not sure if I should point them out."

With just one sentence, the scene erupted in uproar.

Hu Tu was about to speak: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Fan interrupted Hu Tu, saying, "I'll just get straight to the point!"

Hu Tu felt like a herd of alpacas was stampeding through his mind. Xu Fan continued, "Mr. Hu's guitar playing style and basic skills are undoubtedly top-notch, and few can compare to him. However, there are some flaws that I must point out."

If we don't say it, that would be disrespectful to Mr. Hu, wouldn't you agree?

"Well, the piece Mr. Hu just played is a classic guitar piece with a well-ordered tempo and rhythm. However, in the second section, from measure 11 to 16, six consecutive notes deviated from the intended tempo. If I'm not mistaken, that's what you were thinking."

As he spoke, Xu Fan smiled gently and plucked the strings of his zither.

The six simple notes caused a stir in the audience. Guitar master Terence exclaimed in amazement, "So that's it! So that's it! No wonder I found it a bit strange when I heard this earlier."

Gulu, who was arrogant about his guitar skills, didn't actually notice the problem. So he looked at Xu Fan with even more admiration, and said with a smile that showed his white teeth, "Mr. Xu is amazing."

Hutu frowned, but it was the truth.

This piece was something he had just composed, or rather, it was not yet finished; it was only a half-finished product.

However, the difficulty was indeed extremely high, so he wanted to bounce out and give Xu Fan a taste of his own medicine.

He hadn't expected Xu Fan to hear such a small detail, and couldn't help but say, "That's true."

However, he remained unmoved, because Xu Fan was about to play the same piece repeatedly, and he didn't think Xu Fan could do it.

However, Xu Fan hadn't finished speaking.

He continued, "Secondly, Mr. Hu also made a basic mistake in the last section. He bends the strings too slowly for eleven consecutive notes. Mr. Hu probably didn't even realize it himself because your rhythm was too fast in that section. Let me demonstrate your pitch and mine just now."

Xu Fan finished speaking and didn't waste any more words.

First, he played the tune that Hu Tu had played earlier, and then he played his own tune.

Suddenly, thunderous applause erupted in the room, and the person who started it was Terrence.

Gulu clapped wildly on the side, his big black hands constantly separating and joining together.

He was also shouting some broken Chinese.

For example, "Keep it up!" or "Awesome!"

Hu Tu said coldly, "Mr. Xu just said 'repetition,' but what are you doing now? I admit that this piece is not yet completely finished, so it is certainly not perfect, but this is not our competition item. What you should do now is repeat the piece I just played."

Xu Fan shook his head and said, "Mr. Hu, you've got it wrong. We're not having a competition. This is just a performance before a grand ceremony. I just said I could repeat your piece, that's all."

But your piece has so many problems, I feel it's really unworthy of your status as a guitar master. You just said you wanted us to give you some pointers, so I pointed out some minor issues I noticed and offered my suggestions. Mr. Hu, are you perhaps unhappy?

Hu Tu's eyes turned cold, filled with rage.

Xu Fan sneered inwardly, his satisfaction level steadily increasing.

Hu Tu shook his head and said, "Of course not, it's just that time is limited. If there are any problems, I'll ask you for advice when I get down."

Xu Fan shook his head and said, "Does Mr. Hu think I'm wrong?"

Hu Tu said, "There is nothing wrong with that."

Xu Fan smiled and said, "Then I'll continue. I believe many people here also want to know what problems existed in the piece we just heard."

Whoosh!

As soon as Xu Fan finished speaking, cheers erupted from the audience, clearly encouraging him to continue, since Xu Fan seemed to have understood a great deal.

Hu Tu was so angry he almost vomited blood. He was furious, but Xu Fan's words were so reasonable that he couldn't refute them.

He underestimated Xu Fan's abilities; he thought he could bring out his best piece.

Even though this piece of music is not completely finished, it is still a piece that I have put a lot of effort into writing.

He overestimated the error rate of his piece. He thought there would only be a few mistakes, but when Xu Fan kept pointing out one problem after another, he himself felt that the piece he wrote was really garbage.

In the end, he was too ashamed to ask Xu Fan to play it again.

Countless people cheered at the scene, and everyone was extremely shocked and could not believe it.

Everyone found it incredible.

But Xu Fan accomplished what countless others could not.

At the end of his sermon, Xu Fan shook his head helplessly and said, "The piece is indeed very good, but there are too many problems. Mr. Hu still needs to put in a lot more effort. I won't repeat the piece. I'll play an impromptu piece for everyone instead."

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===Chapter 164 Improvisation===

Xu Fan's voice was extremely calm.

The crowd initially booed, then erupted in uproar.

Discussions continued, and the guitar masters from various countries showed different expressions and their eyes flickered.

Clearly, they disliked Xu Fan's arrogance.

Miao Tu's face turned ashen as he said, "Xu Fan, the rule is that you repeat it. If you can't do it, then you're off the stage."

The scene erupted in uproar once again, and everyone's eyes instinctively shifted from Xu Fan to Miao Tu.

Is Xu Fan truly unrepeatable?

Although he only repeated a short section, each guitar performance was perfect.

The perfect pitch made many parts of the previous piece sound even more beautiful, or rather, it made the piece truly blend into one, achieving perfection.

In fact, everyone knew at this point that although they disliked Xu Fan's arrogance, Xu Fan could easily repeat that song.

For Miao Tu to say something like that at this moment, isn't he just contradicting himself?

Xu Fan calmly looked at Miao Tu and said, "Mr. Miao Tu, I said that Mr. Hu's piece had too many problems and I wouldn't repeat it. It's not that I can't do it, but I'm giving Mr. Hu face. What, you don't want to be given face? Do I have to call it garbage before you're happy?"

Xu Fan's voice was very steady, as if he were stating a fact.

Before Xu Fan made a mistake, everyone thought that Mr. Hu's music was almost perfect and extremely beautiful.

Even Terence only found a few minor, noticeable problems, but if asked for his evaluation, he would still say it was a good piece.

However, when Xu Fan pointed out the wrong point, all the problems with the piece were revealed, and everyone in the audience had the same feeling that the piece was a complete failure.

When Xu Fan uttered the word "trash," everyone felt a strange sense of resonance.

This piece is truly rubbish. It has too many problems and flaws in every aspect, from the melody to the striking technique.

Even if they themselves couldn't write such a piece, when Xu Fan pointed out all the problems, the feeling of it being rubbish really arose spontaneously.

It's just that no one thought of this word because of Mr. Hu's reputation.

But when Xu Fan uttered the word, everyone suddenly realized what it meant.

The audience members all showed expressions of "I see" and booed, causing Hutu and Miaotu's expressions to change drastically.

Miao Tu said angrily, "Xu Fan, you keep saying that the teacher's piece is full of mistakes, but this piece is a new piece and is still being revised. Isn't it normal for it to have mistakes?"

Xu Fan couldn't help but laugh and said, "You mean you admit that Mr. Hu's piece is rubbish?"

Miao Tu was stunned, staring at Xu Fan: "You..."

Xu Fan remained silent, but Hu Tu interjected, "Since young people want to create something spontaneously, then please do so. If you can't find inspiration, you can think of my poem 'Night Wind'."

Miao Tu, acting as a teammate, said, "Yes, Teacher's 'Night Wind' is extremely beautiful throughout, with a very strong musicality. It uses the sound of the wind in the middle of the night to describe loneliness and the cruelty of war. If you want to improvise, you might as well learn it."

Hu Tu glared fiercely at Miao Tu.

He said that because he was very confident in his piece.

But Miao Tu's words carried a hint of provocation.

Although I had that intention, I didn't express it as clearly as I would have.

Xu Fan smiled and said, "Is 'Night Wind' the piece that was included in the textbook?"

Hutu nodded and said, "Exactly."

Xu Fan nodded in agreement and said, "It is indeed a good piece of music."

Hu Tu was all smiles, confident that his masterpiece was absolutely excellent. However, Xu Fan's next words almost made him vomit blood in anger.

Xu Fan said, "But in my opinion, it's only slightly better than garbage."

Wow!

The crowd erupted in uproar, with countless boos erupting instantly.

The live stream was buzzing with discussion, with countless comments and bullet screen messages appearing one after another.

"Holy crap, Xu Fan is too arrogant! Teacher Hu Tu's 'Night Wind' is an absolute classic, I think it's really good, how come it's even slightly better than trash?"

"Xu Fan went a bit too far. Although the two have some conflicts, it is really inappropriate to talk about Teacher Hu's music like that."