The Body Swap Game

The two principals said a few words and sat down.

This was a competition as well as a concert. The audience was full of people, and Xia Yu also met his language teacher.

The Chinese teacher sat next to the principal, and he handed Xia Yu a card: "The clothes are in the backstage closet, this is the card."

This competition will be videotaped, and the local news will also show a few pictures, so image is very important. Xia Yu is currently wearing casual clothes and cannot play.

After taking the magnetic card, Xia Yu thanked him.

"Thank you so much, you don't have to. You can kill that Ma Feng when the time comes. This is our principal's obsession. If he doesn't win a game, he will die." The Chinese teacher said.

"It's Feng Ma." The principal corrected the name, but did not deny what the Chinese teacher said later.

I don't know what kind of story he and the principal of No. 2 Middle School were like when they were young. They are not like enemies, but like old friends.

"That Feng Ma's mother is Ma Xiao." The principal said to Xia Yu again, "You don't have to be under pressure. I'm already very happy to be in the top three and get the promotion quota."

Ma Xiao is a well-known pianist.

"You have a good talent. After the competition, I can take you to meet Ma Xiao." The principal thought that Xia Yu was going to go down the path of piano, so he said.

But Xia Yu just used the piano as a skill for money, and participated in the competition just to get the task reward from the manufacturer.

Moreover, Xia Yu was only going to play the piano in the preliminary round, and at most the second round. After that, he was going to start playing the guzheng.

The reason why he still played the piano was because he could see that the principal had a special liking for the piano, and most of the previous bets were probably due to the piano.

After he entered the finals, his playing the piano will definitely be picked up, so it is better to show it openly.

He is ready, his current level is probably at the critical point of lv3, and he can break through to lv4 after learning the rest of the piano pieces. He has been practicing in the cafe these days, pushing his playing level to In the state of lv3, some small habits have been changed, and other habits have been replaced.

An Siyao was not a dog, so it was impossible for him to recognize him under such circumstances.

After reflecting on the plan and making sure there were no loopholes, Xia Yu raised his head, and the game had already begun.

A total of twenty-three people participated in the competition, and his number was twenty-three.

On the stage, three judges were already in place. They were either professors from the Music University or well-known musicians.

The first student came on, his instrument was the accordion.

Seeing the accordion, the three judges were expressionless.

The accordion, like the guitar, is mostly played and sung, and this is an instrumental competition.

When he finished the song, the three judges were still expressionless and had no intention of speaking.

He could only bow with a flushed face, and stepped off the stage by himself.

The second one to play was a little more reliable in the choice of instruments. He used the piano and played the treasure carp in the lake, but because of his excitement and lack of skill, he played two wrong notes.

Two of the judges were expressionless, and one frowned unabashedly.

Until the fifteenth contestant passed, and there was a five-minute intermission, the best expressions of the three judges just nodded.

These three judges are a bit strict. Xia Yu sighed.

However, the level of these fifteen people is indeed not very good.

"It's all about making up the numbers. Our school's performance department is at the same level. The people behind are at a higher level. There are about three people who are at the same level as you." The principal and Xia Yu said.

Xia Yu nodded, expressing his understanding.

He looked at Feng Ma, wondering what level Feng Ma was that the headmaster insisted he couldn't compare to.

lv4?

never mind,

Anyway, in terms of piano, I am only going to use the mid-level level of lv3, not to mention that I have only touched the threshold of lv4 now.

He looked at the judges again, and the three judges were discussing.

"It's all just making up the numbers, what about those good seedlings?"

"I heard that the lottery was drawn randomly, but all the good seedlings were drawn to the back."

"How many do you think you can pass?"

"It looks like three, maybe not yet, the only one that people look forward to is Ma Xiao's son."

"Which number is Ma Xiao's son?"

"The twenty-second one, good guy, it's the finale!"

Five minutes passed quickly, and the three judges continued to watch the competition.

The level of the contestants in the back is indeed much more reliable, and a kinder judge has already shown a smile on his face.

When the twentieth person reached, Xia Yu stood up, went backstage to change and prepare.

In the lounge backstage, he met Feng Ma.

Feng Ma was wearing a suit, sitting upright on a stool, and nodded slightly at Xia Yu.

This is generally the action that leaders do to subordinates.

Xia Yu nodded calmly, then sat aside and played with his phone.

Feng Ma glanced at him again, shook his head, with a look of mourning.

His expression did not escape Xia Yu's eyes. Xia Yu raised his brows, and his sense of this person was even worse.

Although he was a human being in two lifetimes, Xia Yu was not a good-tempered person either. He thought, when he reached lv4 and won him in the next competition, he would have to mock him back.

It's a pity that I will be using Guzheng at that time, and the cross-instrument will affect the refreshing feeling.

"Contestant Feng Ma, it's your turn." The staff led Feng Ma closer to the venue.

Xia Yu also followed, and stopped to watch at the corner of the stage.

Coming to the stage, Feng Ma first bowed to the audience and then to the judges. His posture was indeed elegant, and there was a burst of applause from the audience.

The three judges also smiled and nodded to Feng Ma.

Sitting in front of the piano, Feng Ma raised his arms, and a string of soothing notes sounded under his hands.

This is the pope's dancer.

Dancer is just a piece of medium-to-high difficulty, but the quality of piano performance is not based on the difficulty level of the piece, but on the level of performance.

Xia Yu listened intently for a while, and his expression became a little strange.

This guy's level seems a bit substandard? That is what the middle reaches of lv3 look like?

That's right, the last time the principal listened to his own music, he had just entered lv3, so it's fine to say that Feng Ma is better than him.

After working for a long time, it turned out to be a parallel import.

Xia Yu sighed, feeling dull.

On the stage, Feng Ma waved his fingers and pressed back and forth on the keys, his arms rose and fell accordingly, his body swayed accordingly, and his eyes were slightly closed.

With his pretty face, Xia Yu had to admit that he was a bit handsome.

The elegant first part passes, the rhythm speeds up, and the notes become a little messy, which is to express the turbulent era, followed by the third part that combines the elegance of the first part and the fast playing of the second part.

When Feng Ma pressed the last note and stood up to bow to the audience, loud applause sounded, and the three judges all smiled and clapped their hands twice.

After the applause stopped, the three judges spoke for the first time: "Very good, although the third part still has some flaws, but it is already a rare piece of good music. When I was your age, I couldn't compare to you!"

"Come on, green out of blue, better than your mother."

"Why don't you come to Kaiyang Conservatory of Music?"

Feng Ma thanked the three judges one by one and entered the backstage.

He passed by Xia Yu, smiled at Xia Yu again, and said, "Don't be nervous."

Xia Yu simply responded and stepped onto the stage.

Not as coquettish as Feng Ma, Xia Yu sat quietly in front of the piano and began to play.

He was the last one, and the competition was about to end. The three judges were already wandering, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

The image of delicious food in their minds was shattered by a sonorous tune.