The auditorium fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly erupting into a cacophony of discussion that surged like a tide.
Zhao Zhenhua, who was sitting in the center of the first row, also furrowed his brows.
Liu Qingmei, sitting beside Zhao Zhenhua, was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly covered her mouth, laughing so hard that she almost cried.
And Lin Qingya, next to her, after being frozen in surprise for a while, also revealed a look of helpless amusement on her face.
"This jerk, he really is—"
Lin Qingya didn't even know what words to use to describe him.
But Qin Hai, sitting in front of the piano, seemed oblivious to the increasingly noisy discussions around him. After lighting a cigarette, he put his hands back on the keys and then closed his eyes.
He was not trying to show off; it was simply a habit. From his first day learning to play the piano, he had gotten used to lighting a cigarette while playing.