The world's number one pianist

He Shen got up from his seat and walked towards the door.

At this time, there were not many people in the Grand Theater. Only a few people were walking around outside. Most of the people had already entered the small concert hall to prepare for the competition.

Most of the people walking around are staff, and only a few are about to participate in the competition, such as people like He Shen.

The staff walked ahead and brought He Shen to a door marked with staff access, and then stopped.

"We're here. Just open the door and continue walking inside. There will be dedicated staff in the lounge inside to help you check the repertoire and arrange the order of performances. If you have any questions, just ask the staff inside."

After that, he bowed slightly and left directly, preparing to call the next contestant.

He Shen rubbed his wrist to relax his fingers a little, then reached out to push open the door and walked backstage.

This is a very long passage, with plenty of warm yellow lighting, and the passage is very clean.

At the end of the passage, there were five or six people standing. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, it seemed that except for 1-2 contestants, the others were all staff present.

Before He Shen could speak, the staff standing over there spotted him with sharp eyes, ran over quickly, and asked with a smile.

"Hello, are you contestant No. 14?"

"Um."

"Great, please come with me. Please go to the contestants' lounge and wait for a while. When it's time for you to come on stage, a staff member will remind you to come on stage."

After getting He Shen's confirmation, she immediately led He Shen deeper into the room, walked to a door with "lounge" written on it, and stretched out her hand to push it open.

There were three other people sitting in the room, and they basically had no communication at all.

A person closes his eyes and rests, and the old monk enters concentration.

A man kept turning the pages of the sheet music, as if he hadn't fully memorized it yet.

The last person crossed his legs in boredom and flipped through his phone casually.

The last person looking at the phone didn't show any sign when he saw He Shen coming in. He just raised his head, nodded to He Shen, and then continued to play with his phone with his head down.

Faced with this situation, He Shenle was so relaxed that he directly found a seat to sit down and also began to close his eyes and meditate.

He concentrated all his energy, made his thinking more active, and tried his best to simulate the playing of his fingers on the piano.

Make yourself feel more excited and excited!

If playing the piano is a pool of stagnant water, then that person will never be able to play a good piece of music.

Therefore, He Shen allowed himself to become a little more serious.

Even if it was his first try, he couldn't just play casually.

Ta...ta...ta...

He Shen took out a lollipop from his pocket, then kept tapping the back of the chair with his fingers, making an extremely strong sound, and the muscles on his fingers gradually appeared.

Even if he just knocked on the back of the chair, He Shen's aura gradually enveloped the rest room. Everyone who was resting couldn't help but look at him, feeling an inexplicable panic in their hearts.

It seems that I may not make it to the first round.

…

At this moment, in the small concert hall.

A group of judges turned their pens helplessly, looking at the performance on the stage, and couldn't help but yawn.

"Why are these people who can't get the ranking at first glance? Isn't this just a waste of our time? There are so many people behind us, can we really finish it today?"

A short-haired female judge suddenly spoke. She looked at the many registration forms under her hands, with a trace of despair in her eyes.

One person in 15 minutes, 4 people in an hour. Even if some people make mistakes and fail, and there are still people who have less time, then there are only 5-6 people in an hour at most.

However, she just took a casual look at the preliminary audition list, and the last one was over 100.

In other words, if she doesn't sleep, eat, or go to the bathroom, and just listens to the game, she will need to listen to it for at least 20 hours if she wants to finish it!

This is too long!

Even if the time is extended to two or three days, it is still too long!

Another judge sitting near her immediately poked her, made a silencing gesture, and then whispered.

"Keep your voice down, don't be like this, there are so many contestants watching around you, pay attention to the appearance of the judges."

"No, what an image. Look at the registration form in your hand. The repertoire is the same. Basically, it's all those pieces, Mozart K331, K330, K333, and then Beethoven, like Pathetique, Moonlight, I'm tired of hearing it. Bar!"

The short-haired female judge threw away the registration form in her hand, with a look of helplessness on her face.

"Yes, it would actually be okay if those masters played it. No matter how many times you listen to it, you will never get tired of it. But these people come out of nowhere and play it so well that it's hard to finish. After hearing the beginning You just know what he's going to play next, it's so disgusting..."

A male judge in the distance heard their conversation and suddenly interrupted, feeling equally tired.

"And more importantly, we can only listen to these boring preliminary rounds and the first round. When it comes to the semi-finals and finals, we can't participate in the review..."

"Stop talking so much, you are just an ordinary teacher in the music school."

Everyone suddenly fell silent, and then slowly sighed. They were just ordinary teachers, responsible for judging the preliminary rounds. This was the most tiring job. When the competition became more formal, the organizing committee would get rid of them and let the masters judge.

It was worse than killing the donkey after it had done its job.

The short-haired female judge who spoke at the beginning stretched out her hand, casually flipped through the list of contestants below, and complained expressionlessly.

"Well, the next few are basically the same. Look at No. 14, look at the name, He Shen, the song he reported is Beethoven's Moonlight Movement 3, and Chopin's Second Ballade, and the next occupation, piano accompaniment? Please! Piano accompaniment can also come to participate in the competition?"

"Huh? There are piano accompaniments coming to participate in the competition?"

Everyone was stunned, and quickly flipped to the next contestant. Seeing He Shen's photo, the song he reported, and his occupation, they couldn't help but fall silent again.

"What are we doing this for? Those piano accompaniers can enter the competition? Aren't they just here to get experience?"

"I can already imagine how bad he will be when he plays. I can even guess how he will play the keys."

"That's right, piano accompaniers. Who would be a piano accompanier if they are really talented? Really..."

Everyone shook their heads helplessly. Suddenly, they heard a burst of applause. They realized that the previous contestant had finished playing and the audience was applauding and sending him off. They immediately reacted and wrote down his score on the list of contestant No. 13.

"Concert Hall 4, performer No. 14, He Shen!"

"Performance 1: Beethoven Moonlight Sonata, third movement!"

"Performance 2: Chopin's Second Piano Ballade!"

The audience applauded again. The judges were bored and propped up their heads. They were not interested at all. Although Zhao Zitong pretended to be uninterested in He Shen's performance, she still looked at the stage.

As the applause died down, He Shen walked out of the secret door on the stage, walked to the center of the stage, and bowed slightly to everyone.