The world's number one pianist

As soon as his voice came out, the other judges woke up suddenly and began to sigh. Read М

"Yes, why did I give him such a high score for the previous work? How do you think I will give this work now?"

"That's right, I will definitely give full marks to this work. The problem is that I also gave full marks to the previous work. If the two are compared, the previous work should be around 60 points."

"Ah, I regret it. How should I give this score!"

"Headache, headache, headache, hiss, this score is too high now. If I give him such a high score, will the score collapse later..."

All the judges began to sigh. They looked at each other with sympathy in their eyes.

Before giving He Shen the song "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon", they had already given He Shen a pre-score. The score they gave in the end would only be the average of the two.

Faced with such a perfect work, they could not find any reason to give this Chopin Third Ballade a bad review.

They even felt that if they gave this work a score of 99, it would be an insult.

In this case, the scores of all of them are basically 95 points or above. If you remove the highest and lowest scores and calculate the average score, it will definitely be around 98 or 99.

In fact, if it is just like this, it is not bad.

But the problem is that they gave Yue Li, who was used as the standard, a score of 96 points.

The other scores given later are basically below 96 points.

That is to say, if no one else can surpass Yue Li later, then we can see a very spectacular phenomenon.

Everyone's score is 91 or 92, and then slowly rises to 95.

Just when it was 95, it suddenly flew directly from 95 to 98 or 99, leaving everyone behind.

How the hell is this? This score is so weird at first glance. What will the contestants think when they see these scores?

Will they feel disappointed in their artistic life because of this failure?

"How about not showing the score?"

Suddenly, a judge spoke up, he looked around at the other judges, pursed his lips, licked his dry and flaky lips with his tongue, and whispered.

"If we don't show them the scores, but only show the candidates who have advanced, and add one more, and sort them by name instead of by scores, will it be..."

"..."

Everyone was silent. They were a little tempted by this proposal.

However, this is tantamount to covering one's ears and stealing the bell, which makes their entire judging panel seem particularly unprofessional.

But what can they do if they are unprofessional? Really show everyone this score of 98 or 99 points and tell them that everyone else is a loser?

I'm afraid they will be directly attacked the next day.

"Ahem, well, this is a good proposal, so let's do it."

"Haha, yes, yes, that's good. When there is a dispute, we will give the score to the controversial contestant."

"That's right, we don't need to keep entangled in this. The competition is important, and these weird things can be left to the organizing committee to worry about."

All the judges laughed and pretended that nothing had happened. They filled in He Shen's score and handed it to the staff standing aside, asking them to hand in this score.

They also gave their proposals for the promotion formula, hoping that the organizing committee would consider it carefully.

"He has played Chopin's second and third ballades, so in the next round, will he choose Chopin's first or fourth ballades?"

"Who knows? But no matter which one, I believe he can play it well."

Everyone smiled and packed up the things on the table, preparing to leave the venue first and find a place to eat and rest.

From nine o'clock in the morning until now, almost one o'clock and two o'clock, they have been fasting. They only drank a little water during this period. It's really a bit overwhelming, so they need to find something to eat.

The same is true for He Shen. After he bowed three times in a row to the extremely enthusiastic audience, his eyes suddenly went black, and the whole person almost couldn't stand, and stumbled on the stage.

Fortunately, he forced himself to control his body and quickly took out a lollipop from his trouser pocket. He didn't have time to carefully tear open the package, and he just pulled it hard and threw the lollipop into his mouth.

After the sweet taste completely spread in his mouth, he slowly exhaled, shook his head, and walked off the stage.

No one noticed his abnormality, but just thought that he loved eating candy too much. He was anxious to eat another lollipop just after the game.

Just like that, after the staff announced the intermission, everyone left the concert hall. He Shen also walked to the sliding door, stumbled into the lounge, refused the help of the staff, sat directly on the sofa, and took a deep breath.

The sweat on his forehead flowed down, soaking his broken hair, and his pale face made him look extremely weak.

Long-term irregular meals, habitually eating candy as food, and overusing the brain almost made him fall directly on the stage.

"Later... there is a whole sonata, half an hour of performance..."

He Shen raised his head slightly, leaned against the wall behind him, thinking about the subsequent competition, and was a little dazed for a while.

He didn't expect that his health was so bad recently. He almost fainted after playing a concert for more than 15 minutes.

Then how can I hold on for the next 30 minutes, an hour of competition?

And...

He Shen took out the candy wrapper that he had just torn off in a hurry from his pocket, his eyes full of worry.

I had just torn the candy wrapper so hastily that I tore the edge of the candy wrapper!

His obsessive-compulsive disorder made him feel particularly uncomfortable looking at this candy wrapper, and he felt even more uncomfortable. His stomach was churning, and he couldn't help but close his eyes immediately, out of sight, out of mind.

Why did I have to tear the candy wrapper so hastily? It hurts so much...

"He Shen! He Shen! He Shen, are you in there? I'm telling you, your performance just now was really great! I especially like the Chopin Third Piano Ballade you just played. I don't even want to practice my Ballade 1..."

A burst of noise came from outside the door. Zhao Zitong pushed open the door of the lounge with force, talking non-stop. Halfway through, she froze.

At this moment, He Shen in front of her was pale, sweaty, and lying weakly on the sofa in the lounge, holding a piece of plastic paper in his hand, looking half dead.

It was as if he had been poisoned and stabbed to death.

"He Shen! What happened to you? Are you okay?"

Zhao Zitong was nervous and quickly ran to He Shen's side, quickly pulled up He Shen's hand, and looked up and down to see if he was uncomfortable.

He Shen weakly raised the candy paper in his hand and sighed slowly.

"The candy paper is broken."

"The candy paper..."

Zhao Zitong felt that her sincerity was wasted, and the corners of her mouth twitched twice, and she threw He Shen's hand aside.

"No hope, wait for death."