The world's number one pianist

As time went by, the whole incident continued to ferment. More and more unrelated people became curious about this matter and began to dig deeper into the content.

Although the organizing committee made many explanations and issued many statements, saying that all the judges of the Golden Piano Award were particularly fair and just, it was only because He Shen's performance line was too outrageous that this incident happened.

After all, his performance of the next work was really too outrageous, much better than the previous one. No matter who it was, they would think he was too biased.

Unfortunately, most people don't know much about music, so these things are not accepted by everyone, and there are still some people who are desperately pestering the organizing committee.

In order to ensure the harmony of the overall environment, the organizing committee also cleverly used the means of mute to prevent them from continuing to speak.

As the matter continued to ferment, everyone's attention was focused on the first round of the Golden Piano Award.

Today, the first round of the competition officially started, and all contestants needed to fight head-on with real guns and real guns.

What's the point of saying so much on the Internet? Let's have a head-on confrontation with real guns and real guns! Let's see who performs better!

So starting from this competition, all contestants need to compete in the central concert hall, not the small concert hall like in the previous preliminary round.

This sounds good, but it also makes the requirements for the contestants themselves more stringent.

You must know that the larger the concert hall, the worse the contestants' control over the music. They cannot guarantee that their voices can be accurately transmitted to everyone's ears. At this time, they need to use their body strength and some special techniques to make the resonance of the piano resonate throughout the space so that everyone can hear the same timbre and sound quality.

This is a great test of the basic skills of the performer. Originally playing p, that is, the soft playing place, he played too softly, causing many people to not hear, that's it.

He Shen still got up from the bed very early, finished the basic skills, bought a lollipop, and quickly walked towards Zhao Zitong's house.

When he was downstairs, he hadn't called Zhao Zitong on the phone yet, and Zhao Zitong was already standing downstairs waiting for him.

"Teacher, teacher, have you seen the latest public opinion? Many people think that you shouldn't have this score! You should be higher, maybe you will be the first in the preliminary round."

"Yeah."

He Shen said a faint hum, and when he saw Zhao Zitong had come down, he took her to the direction of the bus stop.

Zhao Zitong followed He Shen and chattered behind him.

"Hey, hey, hey, He Shen, what are you humming about? Shouldn't you feel excited? Feel excited? Oh, why are you so idle? What are you thinking about all day long? If you can improve your ranking in the preliminary round, it may have a better impact on your subsequent results."

"No need."

He Shen shook his head. He always said that he didn't care about this kind of thing. No matter how bad the early stage was, as long as he could get the first place in the end, there would be no problem.

Similarly, no matter how well you performed in the beginning, and always got the first place, when you failed in the end, it still didn't make any sense.

Only victory is meaningful.

Looking at the expressionless He Shen, Zhao Zitong looked bored. She clenched her fists behind He Shen's back, then snorted coldly and turned her head away from He Shen.

He Shen seemed to be used to her awkwardness. He didn't say much, but took her to the car and walked towards Jiangzhou Grand Theater.

On the way to Jiangzhou Grand Theater, they saw that the whole city was boiling for this grand event. Countless slogans were posted on the roadside, cheering for the contestants who were about to participate in the competition!

"Hey, He Shen, do you think it's so attractive for us to learn classical music? Why didn't I find so many people coming to cheer us on before?"

Zhao Zitong looked at the dense crowds of passers-by outside the window and asked uncertainly, and He Shen also looked out the window and shook his head slowly.

"Maybe fans."

"Hey? Fans? Whose fans are you talking about? I'm so envious. I really don't know how someone who studies classical music can have so many fans."

"Lang Liangyue."

"Lang Liangyue? Oh, that's right. He is the most representative pianist in China. It's normal for him to have so many fans. But today, he will be a judge?"

"Maybe."

He Shen shook his head and stopped talking. He closed his eyes and looked at the extremely dull He Shen. Zhao Zitong said goodbye, hummed again, and lay by the window, staring out of the window in a daze.

In this way, the two of them came to Jiangzhou Grand Theater in silence.

Zhou San was already standing at the door waiting for them. When he saw them getting off the bus, he immediately waved his hand with great joy, trotted to He Shen's side, patted his shoulder, and asked.

"How is it? Are you confident about today's competition?"

"Yes."

"If you are confident, that's good. If you are confident, that's good. So what piece are you going to play in this round?"

"The Day of Turnaround, 2 minutes, Chopin's Third Ballade, 7 minutes, Chopin's Fourth Ballade, 7 minutes."

"Wait, wait, wait, you..."

Zhou San almost stumbled. He scratched his head and spoke helplessly.

"Isn't the piece you chose too bad? Are you really going to play this?"

"Yes."

"Isn't the time too short?"

"No, there are two more pieces to last 15 minutes."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about..."

Zhou San sighed and explained.

"In this semi-final, the judges are most concerned about Chinese works. Yours is a bit too short. Otherwise, why don't you change it to another piece that is more suitable? And you took two trump cards at the beginning to bomb those people. Isn't it too cruel?"

"Puzzle?"

"It's your Chopin. You play Chopin's Ballade so well. You took out two pieces to bomb them right away. Isn't that not good?"

He Shen didn't say anything, but just looked at Zhou San inexplicably, not quite understanding why he said that.

Zhou San sighed at He Shen's confusion, touched his pocket, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to He Shen.

"Okay, okay, this is your entry form. You are the 15th to appear this morning. You can write the name of your work on it and give it to the staff."

"I know you may not listen to me, but I still want to say that you should not bring out such a powerful work at the beginning. You can bring out a slightly longer work. For example, you can bring out a Chinese work, "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon" first?"

"Everyone knows this thing, and the duration is long enough. After you make sure that you will not lose points at the beginning, you can play one of your Chopin ballades. In that case, you may be more comfortable in the later stages of the competition."

"After all, there are semi-finals and finals later. You don't need to use all your four ballades at once. Use them sparingly."

After speaking, Zhou San looked at He Shen, waiting for his decision.

He Shen looked at Su San's extremely sincere eyes and nodded slightly: "Okay, but... I don't only have Chopin ballades."

After speaking, He Shen took the paper from Zhou San's hand, stood up and walked towards the inside of the Grand Theater.

Zhao Zitong saw that the two of them had finished talking, and just wanted to catch up with He Shen and go in together, but was stopped by Zhou San.

"Hey, my little ancestor, your teacher is going to the backstage of the contestants, why are you following him? You just stay here now, follow me, I will take you to a good place later."

"Fun place?" Zhao Zitong blinked.

Zhou San wanted to rub Zhao Zitong's head, but she immediately dodged him. He scratched his head awkwardly and whispered.

"After all, as a member of the organizing committee, I still have the right to choose a position that is particularly suitable for watching the game."

Having said that, Zhou San dragged Zhao Zitong to another direction