"It's quite a coincidence, Brother Dragon really is a noble man, I must thank you properly."
Sitting on the piano bench, Bran Cook gritted his teeth as he spoke.
When he said the words 'thank you,' they seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Come on, let's give Bran Cook a warm round of applause to welcome his performance for us!"
Julius Reed led the applause, and the others followed suit.
After all, Bran Cook's playing just now wasn't half bad.
Although it was far from Julius Reed's level.
"I'll be making a fool of myself."
Bran Cook took a deep breath and continued to play with determination.
Before even five seconds had passed, everyone began to frown.
This wasn't music, it was noise!
The sound fluctuated wildly, and the rhythm was all over the place; it was completely haphazard.
