As soon as Song Yan stepped on the stage, someone in the audience called his name. He looked up and saw that Zhang Ziran and Li Lei had pulled up a banner that read: Song Yan, Song Yan, you are the most handsome, you can definitely defeat your opponent!
Seeing this "unique" banner, he was a little bit dumbfounded, but he was a little moved deep in his heart.
Before getting the ring system, except for Li Lei, who he could chat with, he didn't have any friends. But now, he has a group of friends around him. This feeling is strange and wonderful.
Because his performance video was shown on the TV station during the audition, and he won the first place in yesterday's preliminary round, so, led by the students from Class 9, many young people in the audience were influenced and shouted Song Yan's name along with them.
"Song Yan, it seems you have a lot of fans, but don't be complacent, maybe I will beat you!" Zhou Yiqi said with some envy.
"Okay, I'll wait."
Song Yan responded with a smile. After getting along for a short time, he found that Zhou Yiqi was actually a relatively real person. He was not good at hiding his heart. Almost everything he thought about was reflected on his face. Of course, his personality was a little bit different. Although he always put " He talks about "My father is Zhou Lianghu", but he is not bad at heart. This is why Song Yan is willing to be friends with him.
Yesterday, Song Yan won the first place, so the host focused on introducing him, which also attracted bursts of applause from the audience.
Then, Song Yan and Zhou Yiqi came to sit down in front of the piano respectively.
"You come first!" Song Yan said.
"Okay." Zhou Yiqi knew that Song Yan was better than him, so he was not polite and his fingers began to dance on the black and white keys.
Then, a series of notes emerged from his fingers.
This piece of music does not sound complicated, but rather simple, but several judges heard the mystery in it.
"The black keys turn into white keys, the white keys turn into black keys, black and white are mixed, this Monday is not easy. As long as Song Yan is a little careless, he will fall into his trap, and then he will make more than one wrong note." A judge analyzed in a low voice.
"Not bad!" Another judge nodded: "Song Yan's performance skills are quite outstanding and have surpassed the professional level nine. If he loses in the PK competition, this competition will lose its value."
"I think your worries are unnecessary. He can surpass professional level nine at a young age. We can hear it, why can't he?" Another judge interrupted, looking at Song Yan with admiration.
"That's not necessarily true. After all, the authorities are obsessed with it!" the judge said stubbornly.
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on the stage.
"Song Yan, it's your turn!"
After Zhou Qi finished playing, he looked at Song Yandao with a slightly nervous expression, wondering if Song Yan would be fooled.
"Black and white key mixed bomb!"
Song Yan smiled, and then her fingers hit the black and white keyboard like raindrops.
Zhou Yiqi couldn't help but become depressed when he heard Song Yan directly reveal the mystery.
The sound of the piano sounds like rain hitting banana trees...
"This is… ?"
When the ten judges heard this, they all showed surprise, because not only was Song Yan not confused by the so-called confusion of black and white, but he doubled the rhythm of the entire song.
"It's really amazing!"
The judge praised again.
Zhou Yiqi began to play the second song.
He did not confuse the black and white keys again for this piece, but it was an extremely long piece, reaching a full eight minutes. What is even more difficult is that this piece was originally written by Zhou Qi.
After listening to it only once, he recorded an eight-minute song. After listening to Zhou Qi's performance, most people were sweating for Song Yan.
"This guy is so shameless, he actually composed such a long piece!" Xiao Rao couldn't help scolding Zhou Qi on the stage.
"Yeah! Cunning guy!" The girl sitting next to her echoed.
Han Sha, on the other hand, is relatively calm, because she has seen Song Yan play the Fantasia of the Dead. He can play such a difficult piece, and I believe this piece will not be a problem for him.
"How is Song Yan? Didn't I disappoint you?" Zhou Yiqi looked at Song Yan and said.
"Okay."
Song Yan smiled. He participated in the piano competition just to gain fame and limelight, so he was determined to steal the limelight.
So he put one hand on the keys.
"Dong dong dong."
The melodious and smooth sound of the piano flows out under Song Yan's one-handed playing.
"Play with one hand!"
All the judges were a little excited, but also a little worried whether Song Yan was too arrogant, considering that the song was eight minutes long.
Zhou Yiqi listened intently to Song Yan's performance, looking for his mistakes. However, even though most of the piece had passed, Song Yan still made no mistakes in one note, and he was still playing it with one hand.
"The gap is too big!"
Suddenly, this sentence came to his mind.
The audience on the stage also felt inexplicably excited and felt that today was not in vain. Many people even took out their mobile phones to record the performance.
After finishing the song, Song Yan smiled and said to Zhou Yiqi: "I didn't disappoint you, did I?"
"No!"
At this moment, a wave of applause broke out, from the judges and the audience.
The third song is very ordinary, only one minute long. The first two songs are his ultimate moves. Since his ultimate moves can't embarrass Song Yan, why bother bothering him.
Naturally, Song Yan played this piece of music correctly.
Swap places.
the host announced.
On the occasion of the accident, Zhou Yiqi once again reminded Song Yan not to let go.
Song Yan nodded.
Sitting down in front of the piano, Song Yan dropped his smile and his expression became solemn. Furthermore, he deliberately moved his joints before his hands landed on the black and white keys.
Seeing Song Yan's preparations, Han Sha was surprised. Could it be that he was going to play "Fantasy of the Dead"? After returning from the piano room, she looked up some knowledge about piano performance and found out what Song Yan was playing. How incredible is the song "Fantasy of the Dead".
Under the influence of Song Yan, not only the judges, but also the audience's emotions were aroused, and they all held their breath and waited for his start.
Finally, Song Yan raised his hands slightly, then lowered them...
There was no buffer, no foreshadowing, it just came, like thousands of horses galloping, and even more like thunder. The momentum of the strong wind mixed with heavy rain rushed towards the face, and the sound of the auditorium was diffused and penetrated into everyone's ears.
It makes people feel suffocated, uncomfortable, and even briefly dizzy.
"Sure enough! It's indeed Fantasia of the Dead!"
Hearing this unpleasant but powerful piano music again, Han Sha felt particularly excited.
As for the ten judges, they were all stunned. To be precise, they were shocked.
They all counted the notes silently.
Nine tones!
Ten tones!
Twelve tones!
"Oh my god, he actually played fourteen notes! How is this possible? How can he have such fast fingers!" After hearing the fourteen notes, a female judge finally couldn't help but exclaimed, and her eyes fell on the stage. On Song Yan's finger.
At this moment, Song Yan's fingers had turned into phantoms, as if four hands were playing together. At the same time, he was secretly proud: This is my student.
"Nima! Fifteen tones!"
One of the judges stood up and even swore. He was so surprised that he stared blankly at the thin figure on the stage. At this moment, he had the illusion that this young man was an emperor who ruled the world. His sound is unparalleled and his playing level is unsurpassed.
"Sixteen tones!"
Suddenly, a judge who was listening attentively shouted excitedly.
"Where are his limits?"
On the stage, Zhou Yiqi, who was the first to bear the brunt, was directly frightened by Song Yan's performance. Especially when he heard the sixteen notes playing in unison, he knew that the gap between him and Song Yan was even greater than imagined. It may be described as a chasm. The most appropriate. (To be continued)