The world's number one pianist

As soon as Zhou San came in, he saw Zhao Zitong angrily throwing He Shen's hand aside, turning his head to one side and sulking. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and stepped forward to ask He Shen. read

"What's wrong? Why are you lying on the ground? Are you so weak?"

"A little bit..."

He Shen reached out and rubbed his head. His head was still a little dizzy.

Oh no, maybe it’s not dizzy, it’s probably a slight pain, and I feel a little nauseous and want to vomit it out.

He had felt this before. When he hadn't taken a shower for many days, he went to the bathhouse to soak without breakfast. He didn't feel anything while taking a bath, but when he came out, he was almost dead.

There was nothing in my stomach, but I kept feeling nauseous and felt like vomiting, and my legs were weak.

To put it simply, it is hypoglycemia.

He Shen shook his head, struggled to sit up from the chair, looked at Zhou San in front of him, and asked feebly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's just that little Tongtong said she wanted to come to you backstage to praise your performance. She was crying and making trouble, so I brought her here."

"I didn't cry and fuss!!!"

Zhao Zitong's ears twitched, and she suddenly heard Zhou San saying bad things about her. Her face instantly turned red. After yelling at Zhou San, she snorted, walked outside, and slammed the door of the lounge.

Zhou San looked at Zhao Zitong's quick escape and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Of course, she doesn't seem to admit it."

"Um……"

He Shen hummed in a low voice, and ignored Zhou San's teasing about Zhao Zitong, but asked directly.

"What about you? What are you doing here?"

"I?"

Zhou San saw that there was no one around, so he pulled up a stool, sat down casually, and said to He Shen.

"I have nothing to do. I just came over to ask, how are you preparing for your rematch repertoire?"

"The chosen piece is still Chopin, but it's not a Chopin ballad, it's something else."

"Isn't it a Chopin ballade?"

Zhou San was obviously stunned for a moment, and he asked uncertainly.

"What do you want to replace it with? Someone else's work, or something else by Chopard?"

"Other Works by Chopin, Preludes."

"Which one? Raindrops? Or something else? Chopin's preludes are not very long. They are basically only one or two minutes of work. It's hard for you to find time at this time."

"all."

"all???"

Zhou San was obviously stunned. He stood up suddenly, walked around the lounge a few times, and asked He Shen uncertainly.

"Are you sure? You want to play all Chopin's preludes? Twenty-four?"

"Um."

"You really don't want to play your Chopin Ballade? If you play Chopin's Ballade again, you will at least have a guarantee, a shield behind you to ensure that you enter the finals. You won't think about it anymore?"

"Don't play."

"hiss……"

Zhou San took a breath of cold air. He was a little unsure now, not sure about He Shen's Chopin Prelude.

After all, he had only heard He Shen's ballads and not his preludes at all, so he was a little worried.

but……

Since He Shen plays the ballad so well, he should also be able to play the prelude, right?

Zhou San suddenly thought of this, and then sighed, too lazy to pay attention to it.

Since He Shen wanted to do it, let him do whatever he wanted. Anyway, for He Shen, he only wanted a result that would allow him to operate.

He doesn't care about the intermediate process.

Zhou San waved his hand helplessly and said casually.

"Okay, in that case, then you will choose Chopin's Prelude. Then, what are you going to choose for the whole movement of your sonata? If it is my suggestion, you can put the whole movement of your sonata a little bit and choose a simpler one? "

Zhou San sat on a chair, stretched out his hand and said to He Shen.

"Nuo, let me give you an example. In this round of competition, you can take advantage of it."

"You don't want to play particularly strenuous pieces. You can choose some simple pieces and work hard on them. If you can do that, then you can win with small things."

"For example, some of Mozart's works, K333, which has been played before, or Haydn's works, such as Haydn's Piano Sonata No. 50, forget about Beethoven's works, they are too tiring."

"Or something else, Scarlatti Sonata? Or do you have any ideas?"

He Shen looked at Zhou San in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he hesitated slightly.

"mozart"

"K330??? Are you sure??? That piece of work is not simple. The musicality in it is extremely complex. This is a piece written by Mozart when he was in the most difficult time. Do you really plan to play this piece? ?" Zhou San said in surprise.

"Well, I'm sure..."

He Shen nodded, then closed his eyes and let his mind empty.

He had practiced this K330 before and played it reasonably well.

If calculated according to the rating given by the system, this work should be at the professional level, but it has just entered the professional level, and is slightly worse than a lot of his preludes.

If he could, he didn't want to do it. He also wanted to play Chopin's Fourth Ballade and get a high score, but it was obvious that he couldn't.

A whole piece of music requires a lot of physical strength to perform.

Starting from the moment you press the first note, you have to pay attention to the feedback the keyboard gives to your fingers, the transparency of the sound, the color of the phrase, the tension of the harmony, and all kinds of things.

The brain has too many things to think about, and it is not single-threaded thinking, but multi-threaded.

Those composers like to write polyphonic works very much, so that the phrases exist not only in the treble part, but also hidden in the middle and bass part.

At this time, you have to play two parts with one hand, and four parts with two hands.

If you are unlucky, you will encounter a work with five parts that requires both hands to cooperate. Without enough brain, you can't play a work well.

The deeper your understanding of the work, the more things you have to pay attention to, so...

He Shen has no choice. He is not physically strong enough now, and he can't support him to think for so long, especially for expert-level works that take so long to think.

He can only settle for the second best and play two specialized-level works.

After all, in this competition, the specialized level is enough.

Among the people He Shen had met, the strongest one was Yue Li, who reached the professional level without relying on any help from others, close to the expert level.

The other contestants were basically below the professional level.

In this round of the semi-finals, if the calculations were correct, then a professional performance should be enough.

He Shen got up from the sofa and shook his head. After feeling that his hypoglycemia symptoms had improved a lot, he staggered to the door and patted Zhao Zitong's head who was standing outside the door and eavesdropping on the conversation between the two.

"Let's go back and practice the piano."