The world's number one pianist

"Okay! That's very well said!"

A voice came from behind He Shen. Before He Shen could react, the man came over, patted He Shen on the shoulder, and said with a smile. ReadМ

"Yes, your explanation is very good, but it's a pity that this thing is a little too early for little Tongtong."

He Shen turned around and it was Zhou San.

Zhou San reached out and touched Zhao Zitong's head, but she shook him away. He was not angry at all, but smiled and asked He Shen.

"How was it? Did the previous game go well?"

"It went smoothly." He Shen nodded.

"As long as it goes well... Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. I was too anxious before. I'm really sorry."

"Feel sorry?"

He Shen looked at Zhou San inexplicably, not quite understanding what he meant.

Zhou San looked at He Shen and immediately explained.

"I was a bit harsh to you before. I'm sorry because I was too anxious. Li Diyun's incident made me very irritable. Plus, when I came here early in the morning and you weren't around, I thought you were an up-and-comer. ”

Zhou San laughed happily a few times, but when he saw that neither He Shen nor Zhao Zitong was laughing, he couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Okay, you guys don't understand this, I mean, I thought you were going to let me go..."

"But fortunately, during your competition, I almost solved the problem. I listened carefully to those people criticizing me, and then I admitted my mistake, apologized, and changed the topic, and those people just Naturally, I ignored this matter.”

"So, fortunately, the people responsible for this matter are those who don't do much. If those who are really doing things are allowed to come to the meeting, I feel like I won't be able to escape for a long time."

"Oh, sometimes I really don't know whether it is better to be in charge of meetings, those who are not doing anything, or those who are doing something."

Zhou San patted the dust on the ground, struggled to sit down, and leaned next to He Shen. Seeing that both He Shen and Zhao Zitong were not very interested in this matter, he couldn't help but shrugged.

Zhou San took out a piece of paper from his pocket and shook it in front of He Shen.

"No, do you want to see this?"

"What's this?"

"Your grades!"

Zhou San smiled mysteriously and handed the paper in his hand to He Shen.

"When I just left the conference room, the staff outside gave it to me. Because I told them before, let them pay attention to your grades, so I got this."

"I just got it and haven't opened it yet. I don't know what the grades are inside. Are you interested? Open it and share it with us."

Zhou San looked at the piece of paper in He Shen's hand expectantly, waiting for He Shen's consent.

He Shen just glanced at the paper in his hand, shook his head casually, and handed it back to Zhou San.

"Open it."

"Huh? Don't you want to enjoy the anticipation of revealing your score?"

"No, there is nothing to look forward to. The finals are worth looking forward to."

He Shen shook his head, stood up from the steps, patted the dust behind his butt, and stood aside, showing an indifferent expression.

Zhao Zitong, who had been sitting aside, was a little excited. She quickly came to Zhou San's side, curiously looked at the paper in his hand, patted his arm and said.

"Come on, come on, I'm interested, show me."

"He Shen, do you want to show it to your students?" Zhou San asked He Shen.

"random."

He Shen replied nonchalantly. After getting He Shen's consent, Zhou San immediately opened the transcript in his hand and was suddenly stunned.

Zhao Zitong, who was sitting on the side, was also a little confused for a moment. She saw the results above.

33 points…

There are three perfect scores, one is 98, one is 95, one is 89, one is 86, and one is 82. The highest and lowest scores are removed, and the score is 33 points.

There was surprisingly consistent agreement among those who gave low scores.

The performer's partiality was too serious, and after careful consideration, this score was given.

Zhou San frowned at the score, thought about the scores he had seen before, and pursed his lips.

Zhao Zitong looked at Zhou San with an ugly face without knowing why, pushed him hard, and asked in a low voice.

"Um, Uncle Zhou, my teacher, ahem, well, He Shen, his grades are not good, right?"

"It's not bad, it's just..."

Zhou San didn't notice Zhao Zitong calling him Teacher He Shen at all. Even if he noticed, he wouldn't take it seriously. After all, he didn't know about the dispute between He Shen and Zhao Zitong.

He just touched his chin and said slightly uncertainly.

"Well, this score, how should I say, can advance to the next round, but it is not stable enough. For the scores entering the next round, it is a below-average score, so..."

"The results to advance to the next round?"

Zhao Zitong suddenly discovered an important point and asked.

"Isn't the preliminary round three days long? Why are the results for the finals decided now?"

"Oh, you said this, our organizing committee will discuss and set the score of all those who think they can enter the next round of competition as 90 points. If you think he can enter, then give 90 points. If you think he can't enter, then give it 90 points. Just give it 89, 88."

"In this case, when those contestants find out that they have not entered the finals, it will only be a small gap, and the gap will not be too big."

"For those who are particularly optimistic about the contestants, the editors should give a very high score, basically around 97 to 98, and will never give a score that is neither good nor bad, with a high score to ensure that the performer can enter the next round."

"So, your teacher's current results cannot be said to be bad, but only not ideal, right?"

Zhou San touched his chin and said uncertainly. He was a little confused now.

If it was based on the Chopin that He Shen showed him before, it would be easy to win the championship directly, and he could even participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition.

But why was his preliminary result so bad? And there was a serious imbalance in the subject...

What does this mean? Does it mean that his other works were played very badly?

Zhou San hid his facial expression and did not show any expression, intending to look back at He Shen's video.

If He Shen's other works were played very badly, then he might have to reconsider.

Zhao Zitong didn't know what Zhou San was thinking, and she read out the comment word by word.

"The performer is too biased in one subject. After careful consideration, this score is given? Serious bias?"

She thought about it for a while, but did not make it public, but kept this thought in her heart.

She absolutely disagrees with this comment!

Even if He Shen was not her teacher, the third movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in front was definitely not bad, and even much better than others. How could it be this score!

Zhou San put away the report card, coughed lightly, and said to He Shen and Zhao Zitong.

"Well, I will take this report card back first, and give it to you when the results of the competition are announced. You must not let it slip, otherwise I will be in trouble!"

After that, he waved to the two of them, muttered some words that he didn't know what they meant, and left first.

He now has to check how He Shen's performance is.

All records are stored in the official website's database and can be easily found.

He Shen watched Zhou San walk away for a long time before approaching Zhao Zitong. He didn't ask about his grades at all, but just waved his hand.

"Let's go, go home and continue practicing the piano. You haven't finished your homework for today."

"Ah? No way..."

Zhao Zitong wailed, but there was nothing she could do. She could only follow He Shen obediently and walk towards home.