The world's number one pianist

Everyone in the audience suddenly froze when they saw Shiro Nakamura on the stage, feeling a little at a loss for a moment. Google search reading

Why would someone tell the audience to watch and learn? This person... won't have any problems, right?

This seems to be the first performer to be so arrogant, right?

A judge sitting in the audience heard Nakamura Shiro's words, smiled, and asked the other judges: "This contestant is interesting. He actually asked us to watch and learn from it. Does anyone know him? He has been there before. So?"

"I know him, and this seems to be his habit. In the Eastern Japan High School Piano Competition, he would tell the people in the audience before every performance, listen well and study hard."

"Although it's a bit embarrassing, don't you think this is interesting? I like his personality very much!"

"..."

He Shen, who was sitting in the audience, slowly raised his head, looked at Shiro Nakamura on the stage, and frowned slightly.

He always feels like this person is talking to him?

But... I shouldn’t know him, right?

At this moment, Kyohei Tanda, who was sitting next to He Shen, suddenly said: "It's interesting. I've heard about Shiro Nakamura before. I didn't expect him to be so interesting. I just don't know if his level can support this. ”

"Huh?" He Shen frowned and said, "You don't know his strength?"

"Isn't it clear? How do I know? The only time he appeared before was at the Eastern Japan High School Piano Competition. I didn't go to see this high school student's competition. How do I know?"

A passerby sitting next to the two people was obviously a little dismissive. He looked at Nakamura and said bluntly: "Huh, I feel that he is just pretending and doesn't have any real talent in his belly."

Tanda Kyohei smiled: "How do you know if you don't listen?"

It was obvious that everyone around him did not have a particularly good impression of Shiro Nakamura on stage and felt that he was too arrogant.

He Shen looked at the people around him, shook his head, and did not pay attention to what he said. Instead, he relaxed his body, leaned on the cushion behind him, and stared at Nakamura Shiro on the stage seriously.

He wanted to see what kind of strength this person had, to be able to say such words to so many people under the stage.

Nakamura Shiro's girlfriend, Kuroba Mashiro, who was sitting far away, also showed expectant eyes.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Nakamura Shiro. Nakamura Shiro didn't care about the eyes of others. He just put his hand gently on the piano and started running softly.

Da da da da da…

A quick ascent of the chromatic scale, accompanied by chords in the left hand.

It was just the beginning, and the weird atmosphere was instantly heightened.

Weird, thrilling, terrifying...

Just like what is described in this piece of work!

At this moment, everyone seemed to suddenly go dark. In the center of the stage, there was no piano or light anymore.

Only a dark will-o'-the-wisp rose slowly in the sky.

Countless tombs stand around it.

Will-o'-the-wisp, this is the will-o'-the-wisp.

Liszt's will-o'-the-wisp, the ultimate in technology and graphics!

Endlessly weird, deep, and dark.

It made everyone's hearts twitch.

He Shen's eyes brightened slightly, he changed his body to a sitting position, looked at Shiro Nakamura on the stage with interest, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"It's interesting..."

Tanda Kyohei also nodded.

It's really interesting.

Nakamura Shiro also seemed to feel the recognition of He Shen in the distance. He slowly lowered his momentum to the feet of everyone in the area.

His fingers moved quickly and he hit it hard.

Two-finger fast scale crawling, wrapped in one and five fingers.

One hand, three voices!

Each voice is responsible for the main melody.

It was horrifying to hear.

The judges off the stage were not affected by this. Their eyes passed through this layer of ghosts and saw Nakamura Shiro's fingers.

The fingers are almost twisted, making people look extremely awkward and uncomfortable.

"This finger technique has reached perfection, right? This technique... is definitely not inferior to that of Zhao Zitong before!"

"The skills of the two people should be similar. If we just talk about technology, there is not much difference between the two people. But now let's see if Nakamura Shiro can perform his will-o'-the-wisp!"

"Yes, if he can play his will-o'-the-wisp with a completely different color, then he will definitely win this game!"

"Hey, who arranged the match? Put these two people together? Are you kidding?"

"Yes, how could Nakamura Shiro and Zhao Zitong compete together? Is the competition organizing committee crazy?"

"This level of strength...at least, 95 points or more!"

"Now it depends on his interpretation!"

Everyone focused their attention on Nakamura Shiro. At this time, Nakamura Shiro could clearly feel everyone's expectations.

In the music he interpreted, he felt everyone's expectations for him.

Therefore, the smile on his face was even bigger, but his eyes were even darker!

It's not that he was thinking of anything bad, but... he made himself closer to the state when he was playing!

He put all his heart and soul into the music he was about to play!

He wants to perform something that is uniquely his own...

Will-o'-the-wisp!

Dangdangdang...

The emotions interpreted by Shiro Nakamura are slowly dissipating and drifting to the people under the stage, letting them listen to his music as if they were seeing the world he created!

Liszt, the world of will-o'-the-wisp!

Shiro Nakamura's hands run quickly on the piano keys, and various super skills pop up on the piano.

The surrounding emotional rendering is also more mature, and everyone is no longer looking at ordinary graveyards and will-o'-the-wisp.

It's a whole ghost cave.

Everyone listening to this work can't help but feel cold on their backs, and goose bumps are all over!

Those who don't understand it, look at the intention, and be shocked by it.

Those who understand it, look at the technique, and be shocked by it!

This is a perfect work, whether it is technology, expression, or rendering.

Under Shiro Nakamura's interpretation, there is no flaw at all.

The averageness, independence and initiative of fingers, the inward rotation of the thumb (scales, arpeggios), double-tone and polyphonic techniques!

The extension of fingers, the technique of wrists, and the playing of chords!

Each technique has reached the forefront of all etudes and reached an extremely difficult level.

This is not an ordinary competition, this is a show of skill!

Show off your invincible skills!

Tell the world your strength!

Announce your arrival to all the top bosses, to those performers who are standing at the top of the world stage!

Nakamura Shiro's fingers hit hard, and the chords roared.

Every time it hit, it seemed to hit everyone's heart, and people couldn't help but be shocked.

Will-o'-the-wisp! Almost perfect will-o'-the-wisp!

All the audience stared at Nakamura Shiro with their fists clenched.

Powerful, terrifying, perfect!

This is what Nakamura Shiro showed, the image he wanted for music.

This is, the will-o'-the-wisp that belongs to him alone!

"Beautiful!" A judge tapped the table lightly, his eyes filled with shock: "This tone, this interpretation, is really amazing, his control over music has almost reached the peak I can imagine! And..."

"In his music, there is his own existence, this is the will-o'-the-wisp he wants to express, not the will-o'-the-wisp taught by others!"

"Some details are not done well enough, and there are still a few loopholes, but I have to say..."

"He got the key to sprint to the next level!"

The other judges looked at Nakamura Shiro in front of them, and couldn't help but reveal a trace of "Indeed, what he is showing now is very rich!"

"If you give me a score now, I think I can surpass the third contestant a little bit!"

"Yes, the third contestant has too little of his own things, a little too dogmatic, the fourth contestant is really good, I am very interested in the imagery he shows!"

"..."

At this moment, in their fantasy of music, there was no one around, all the audience disappeared, the whole concert hall became extremely shabby, only Nakamura Shiro was playing alone on the stage.

Countless terrifying fantasies appeared around the crowd, as if they wanted to bite their consciousness madly.

Depravity, death, nothingness, horror.

All the words describing the end slowly appeared in their minds, trying to form a brand with an unstoppable momentum, deeply engraved in the depths of his mind.

What's the point of living? It's better to end it all.

The sense of sadness and loneliness unique to Japan makes those Japanese people extremely satisfied.

It is obviously a work of Liszt, a work that depicts the horror of ghost lights, but in the eyes of the crowd, the core concept of this work has been very different from everything that Liszt wants to express.

What is wanted to express here should be... the feeling of sitting alone under a dead tree, surrounded by graves and ghost lights.

The swordsman holds a knife, inserts it into the dead grave, and lowers his head in thought.

This feeling of loneliness and sorrow is in line with the aesthetic taste of the Japanese judges for this song.

Fresh, this is the first time I have seen this kind of interpretation, and it is also an interpretation that conforms to the characteristics of Japan.

Simply, perfect!

Although the judges outside Japan feel a little weird, there is no problem with the musicality, technology, and personal style.

Although I don’t like it, the strength of the person is there, and there is no point to find loopholes.

Therefore, many judges have extremely high expectations for Nakamura Shiro, looking forward to what kind of work he can interpret!

Countless audiences gradually forgot about Nakamura's previous violation of them, staring at Nakamura, curious about how he would play next!

Boom!

Nakamura's body became more and more powerful, and the chords in his hands suddenly sounded, and the work was getting closer and closer to the climax.

The weird feeling in the music became stronger and stronger!

The skills he showed in his hands were also the same, getting stronger and stronger!

In the eyes of everyone, the fingers seemed to have been completely twisted together, making it impossible for people to believe that this was actually a human hand!

He Shen in the audience looked at Nakamura on the stage and squinted his eyes.

Then, he stood up and left.

Fan Tian Kyohei on the side was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but stand up as well, walked quickly to He Shen's side, turned around and looked at Nakamura on the stage, puzzled: "Don't you want to continue listening? He played well? And there are your students behind?"

"No, there is no need to continue listening. He has already won the first round. In the second round, the organizing committee will reset our groupings with him. We should not be able to meet. We must wait until the finals before we can officially meet. "

He Shen shook his head and walked quickly outside the concert hall.

At this moment, Zhao Zitong was already sitting outside. She was squatting there alone, listening to Shiro Nakamura on the stage outside the concert hall, feeling a little dazed.

She originally thought that Shiro Nakamura's playing ability was not very different from hers, so she didn't pay special attention to it.

But now it seems that her music lacks a lot of self-existence, and there is a lot less charm in it.

Even the works performed by He Shen all have the feeling of Chopin, and they also have He Shen's unique characteristics and unique charm.

It’s that kind of Chopard feeling!

This feeling is why countless audiences like He Shen.

Zhao Zitong, she didn't feel this way, what she played...

In Nakamura Shiro's words, she played like a student.

Therefore, when she looked at herself, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

She realized this when she heard Shiro Nakamura's voice in the background.

I might be defeated by Shiro Nakamura...

As a student of the world's top pianist He Shen, I was defeated by an unknown player who was only somewhat famous in Japan!

She felt mentally blocked.

This should be regarded as her first time participating in the competition. Unexpectedly, she was defeated the first time she participated in the competition.

She couldn't help but have a little doubt about her own position.

Can he really let his reputation sink so low?

She doesn't know...

But it seems difficult at the moment...

Zhao Zitong gritted his teeth, feeling extremely depressed.

At this moment, he felt a warmth coming from his head.

She raised her head, and He Shen was standing beside her, putting his hand on her head, and said slowly: "I'm sorry..."

"Huh?" Zhao Zitong was stunned for a moment, not expecting He Shen to be sorry.

He Shen looked at the concert hall in front of him, squinted his eyes, and said slowly: "I didn't expect such a contestant to appear in the first round of this competition!"

"So, I didn't ask you to increase the sense of urgency, I just asked you to play with a normal mind."

"Because according to my opinion, it is normal for you to enter the finals. Even if you enter the finals, you may not encounter such an opponent."

"What I originally thought was that when you enter Chopard and Van Cliburn, and see that your own strength ranks in the middle or behind everyone, I will teach you again."

"Now it seems that it will be earlier."

Tandada Kyohei saw that He Shen was instructing Zhao Zitong. Without any hesitation, he quickly hid aside. After discussing with the staff, he returned to the concert hall.

Therefore, He Shen and Zhao Zitong were the only two people outside the concert hall.

They listened carefully to Shiro Nakamura's performance on the stage without any emotion at all.

He Shen finally let out a sigh of relief and removed his hand from Zhao Zitong's head until he heard Nakamura Shiro's last three chords and even warmer applause than Zhao Zitong's before.

"Let's go. You go back to practice first. I'll wait for Ji Mengting. She's not ready enough. She should be out soon. I'll teach you some other things later."

"oh……"

Zhao Zitong got up obediently and prepared to go back.

Then, when she was at the door, she hesitated for a moment, turned her head to look at He Shen, and said.

"How deep!"

"Um?"

"you……"

Zhao Zitong swallowed, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "Don't touch girls' heads! You have messed up my hair style! Even if you teach me piano so much, you can't do it." ! Did you hear that? Don’t look at those people who touch their heads in anime, they are all fake! Girls don’t like people touching their heads!”

After that, without waiting for any deep reaction, he held his head and ran quickly outside the concert hall.

He Shen looked at her leaving back and was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the door to the contestants' backstage opened, and Shiro Nakamura walked out of it. He looked at He Shen who was standing at the door of the concert hall. The corners of his mouth could not help but raise, and his eyes were full of longing.

He hopes that he can become a person like He Shen!