"Can't a piano play a line of poetry?" Ren He said with a smile, looking at everyone after he finished playing.
None of the students could find the words to respond. This young professor had voiced exactly what was on their minds. Indeed, they were just thinking that the idea of playing poetry on the piano must be bragging.
But now things were different. The more mundane the practice piece, the more difficult it was to bring out its essence. Everyone was a professional, so after listening to the practice piece, they understood why a 16-year-old genius deserved to be at the Juilliard School of Music.
Moreover, when compared to him, what kind of genius were they? They needed to learn humbly, and quickly.
They came to the Juilliard School of Music to improve their playing abilities. Everyone was no fool; in the field of art, talent took precedence over age and academic qualifications—it was all about skill level.
