Today Song Xue is wearing a pure white short-sleeved shirt, a light black skirt, and white flat shoes, giving people a particularly pure feeling.
Her temperament is slightly cold, her figure is tall, and her face is even more handsome. The combination of these makes her look even more stunning.
"What a beautiful little girl."
When she came to the center of the stage, the ten judges all felt their eyes light up.
"Hello viewers and judges, I am Song Xue No. 31. Next, I will bring you a song "Autumn Whispers"."
After the introduction, Song Xue came to sit down in front of the piano, and gently opened the piano cover. Her jade-like fingers quickly slid over the keys, and a beautiful string of slide notes came out, which immediately welcomed a burst of warm applause from the audience.
A faint smile appeared on Song Xue's lips, and then her fingers began to dance on the black and white piano keys.
Her fingers are relatively long and the joints are beautiful. When the camera falls on her hands, everyone can't help but sigh, these hands are so beautiful.
"Autumn Whispers" is a slow-tempo classical piece. Under Song Xue's superb piano playing, almost all the audience were mesmerized, and the ten judges all nodded secretly.
Backstage.
Looking at Song Xue's figure on the big screen and listening to the beautiful piano music, Xia Xiang couldn't help but said: "Your cousin is so amazing. She performed the song "Autumn Whispers" vividly. Without you, this time She is the winner of the piano competition."
Song Yanshen nodded in agreement, and suddenly felt a little entangled in his heart. He could see that Song Xue did not care about the piano competition as it seemed on the surface, but actually valued it very much. If she won the championship that belonged to her, she would really not regret herself.
Although Song Xue never gave him a good look, he always regarded her as his sister in his heart.
"Forget it, the boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge. Let's wait until the finals."
At the end of the song, the audience applauded again, even more enthusiastically than before. The audience was divided into three categories, one was students from the conservatory, the other was citizens who liked piano, and the third was the family members of the contestants.
The host came on stage again, and the ten judges gave their scores one after another.
When he saw the average number displayed on the big screen, the host couldn't help but read in a high voice: "Congratulations to Song Xue, No. 31, for scoring 97 points and temporarily ranking first."
"Thank you all, thank you, the judges." Song Xue curved the corner of her mouth with a nice curve, stood up and saluted.
When Song Xue walked off the stage, the eldest aunt came up to her excitedly: "Xiao Xue is so good, she is indeed a good daughter of her mother."
"Congratulations Xiaoxue." Song Yan also walked up and said with a smile.
"Thank you." Song Xue responded with a smile.
This was the first time Song Xue smiled at him, and Song Yan felt quite pleased.
The game continues.
Xia Xiang made his fifty-ninth appearance. He played a relatively passionate piece and finally received an average score of 92, temporarily ranking second.
The three people who had just mocked Song Yan and Xia Xiang did not expect that Xia Xiang was so powerful, and their faces were a little ugly.
Returning to the backstage, Xia Xiang walked directly in front of the three people and said provocatively: "If you have the ability, you can surpass my score."
"What are you proud of? You are the second best!" said A Yang, a young man with a high collar.
"Ha, I don't have the ability to get the first place, because the first place belongs to A Yan." As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiang turned around and left.
Subconsciously, the three of them looked at Song Yan and secretly asked, "Is that kid really that powerful?"
Feeling the gazes of the three people, Song Yan smiled at them, and the three people quickly turned their heads.
Time passed and No. 87 came to power.
Coincidentally, No. 87 turned out to be the young man with a high collar.
As a result, the high-collar youth scored 89 points and temporarily ranked 14th.
"Hey, 14th, not bad, not bad! There is indeed something to be proud of." Xia Xiang, who was guarding the entrance of the corridor, said with a half-smile when he saw the other party coming.
"... You...!" The high-collared young man was furious. Originally, he was a little happy to get 14th place, but after being ridiculed by Xia Xiangyi, he couldn't be happy anymore.
"Your name is Xia Xiang, right? Don't bully others too much!" Two companions of the high-collared young man walked up.
"How strange! It's like I was the one who mocked him first!" Xia Xiang sneered.
At this moment, Song Yan stepped onto the stage.
Ayan was thinking: "Xia Xiang, do you dare to make a bet with us?"
"explain."
"Let's bet on whether your friend can get first place. If he gets first place, the three of us will voluntarily withdraw from this competition. If not, you and your friend will withdraw!"
Hearing this, Xia Xiang's eyes narrowed and he hesitated.
Seeing his hesitation, Ayan was immediately overjoyed and couldn't help but sneered: "What? Don't you dare? Didn't you just say that your friend will definitely win the first place?"
"Hey, it's not illegal to brag!" The high-collared young man's eyes lit up, and he vaguely felt that he had caught Xia Xiang's weakness, so he used words to provoke him.
Hearing the other party's sarcasm, Xia Xiang was indeed fooled: "Okay, I promise you, but I can't make the decision for A Yan. If I lose, I will withdraw from the game and slap myself three times in public!"
"Okay, it's a deal!" Ayan agreed with a smile.
On the stage, Song Yan has already started playing.
This time he played "The Mark of the Rain", a piece he had played in a coffee shop before and was one of the ten pieces given to him by the system.
This is a lyrical piece with a delicate and elegant style and a unique oriental freshness.
"Another original song!"
Xia Xiang couldn't help but said, and the expressions of the three young men with high collars became very ugly. As the saying goes, an expert will know when he takes action. They are all piano students. How could they not see that Song Yan's piano has reached a certain level? It was a particularly profound state, not to mention that he was playing original music.
Original songs will definitely gain points from the judges.
Enter the scoring phase.
When the average score of 99 appeared on the big screen, the faces of the three young men with high collars instantly turned pale.
"Haha, I won!"
Xia Xiang couldn't help but cheer, then looked at the three young men with high collars and said: "You have lost, is it time to fulfill our bet?"
"This is a bet Ayan made with you, it has nothing to do with me!" The high-collared young man suddenly said.
"Ayan you...!" After hearing Ma Yang's words, Ayan couldn't help but be furious.
"A-Yang is right, it was A-Yan who made the bet. She didn't ask A-Yang and I for our opinions, so we don't have to fulfill the bet!" Another young man followed closely.
"You two... are so shameless!" Ayan was so angry that she was speechless.
Xia Xiang was also stunned, and then raised his middle finger to Ma Yang and the others: "I despise you, you are still men!"
At this moment, Song Yan returned from the stage to the backstage. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "What's going on, Brother Xia?"
Xia Xiang told what happened, and he was also very surprised. He didn't expect Ma Yang and the two to be so indifferent.
"Forget it, Brother Xia, it's not worth getting angry with this kind of person!" Song Yan looked at the other person lightly and said.
"Boy, what do you mean?" Ma Yang stared at Song Yan angrily.
"That's what you're thinking." Song Yan responded indifferently.
Hearing this, Ma Yang couldn't help clenching his fists.
Seeing this, Xia Xiang stepped forward and said, "What? If you want to fight, I'll help you, buddy!"
"Forget it, Ayan." Another young man pulled Mayang's sleeve.
"Huh! Let's go." Ma Yang snorted and walked away angrily. (To be continued)