Since the two virgins started having sex, things have gotten out of hand. No matter where they go or what they are doing, they can kiss each other unknowingly, and then roll into bed and can't get off for hours.
Xue Zixuan really had schizophrenia. He was gentle and considerate under the bed and had a graceful demeanor, but he was like a mad beast on the bed.
When he was about to climax, he liked to forcefully block the red and swollen lips of the boy, kissing him like there was no tomorrow after today, almost sucking his soul out every time.
After the aftermath, Zhou Yun Sheng couldn't close his jaw for a long time, his legs and waist were also weak and weak, and he kept twitching. But even so, he was very satisfied with this bed partner. He likes the other's tenderness, and his wildness, and his dense, endless kisses.
He has no relatives, no friends, no lovers, or even a fixed residence. In the final analysis, he is actually a child who lacks love very much. You can't be soft or hard with him, and you will be exposed every minute when you use conspiracy and tricks. The only way to get close to him is to give him love, a lot of love, to give him a sense of security, a sense of security that never leaves.
He needs these two things too much, but on the surface he pretends to be strong and pretends to be dismissive. Before he even noticed it, Xue Zixuan was no longer just a useful tool or task object, but the most special existence in his heart.
When Zhou Yun Sheng was enjoying life to the fullest, Xue Jingyi was not idle, and gradually perfected every detail of the murder. She thought it was very difficult, but when she actually implemented it, she realized that she seemed to be very talented, and only intuitively knew how to follow the steps and fill in the loopholes.
The black clinic offered her three million, which was far beyond what she could afford. Although she is the little princess of the Xue family, she doesn't spend much money at ordinary times. It is not easy to save one million yuan. Uncle Fu contributed his pension to just over two million yuan, and the remaining one-third was really Don't know where to get it.
She negotiated many times, and the clinic was unwilling to let go. This is not only a heart transplant operation, but also a murder. The corpse left after the operation is handled by a black clinic. The price they ask for is not excessive.
Xue Jingyi had to find another way. On the pretext of accompanying her parents, she stayed in China for three more days, begging them repeatedly to let her stay. It is difficult to do anything to Huang Yi in China, let alone in Switzerland? Her hands couldn't reach that long.
Xue's father and Xue's mother naturally did not want their daughter to leave, and without notifying their son, they cancelled the Swiss nursing home on their own initiative. When Xue Zixuan received the cancellation letter from the sanatorium, his face was dark. He didn't like Xue Jingyi very much, and he didn't like her staying with the teenager.
"You don't want to go to Switzerland?" He walked into the piano room with cold eyes.
Xue Jingyi played a wrong note, but smiled happily. This was the first time her brother took the initiative to speak to her after her big change in personality.
"I don't want to go. I'm not used to people who are unfamiliar outside. Don't I need to rest for a heart attack? If I'm in a bad mood every day, how can I rest? Brother, have you thought about it for me? As long as I can stay by your side, Looking at you every day is more effective than going to any nursing home." She confessed in disguise.
Xue Zixuan took out a cigarette and lit it, his expression very impatient. Xue Jingyi has mental problems, and he knew this in his previous life. Strictly speaking, there is no normal person in the Xue family. Xue Li Danni pursues perfection too much, Xue Rui pursues wealth and power too much, and Xue Jingyi is too paranoid. What she believes, no matter what you say, can't make her change.
So he didn't plan to communicate with her, and directly ordered: "You can stay if you want, move to Yupin Pavilion, and don't appear in front of Xiaoyi in the future."
"No." Xue Jingyi begged reflexively. Seeing that her brother's eyes were getting colder, she quickly added: "Can you give me another three days? Brother, look, I received an invitation letter from the Chopin International Piano Competition. Three days later Going to Vienna. I want to practice hard at home these few days, I don’t want to move around and waste time. I’ll leave after the game, and I won’t disturb you and Xiaoyi. Brother, I beg you!”
Seeing the invitation letter printed with golden swash characters, Xue Zixuan's expression was dazed for a moment. The memories of the previous life came flooding back, making his mind aching. His love broke out here and ended here. This game made the teenagers and ruined their future.
He reached out his hand subconsciously to get the invitation, but was taken first.
Zhou Yunsheng had been tinkering with a small part in the computer room, but suddenly received a new task issued by the system—to participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition. What the hell? He murmured to himself, but he had to leave the matter at hand and go to Xue Jingyi to inquire about the situation.
Every mission released by the system is related to major plots, either to promote the feelings of the male and female protagonists, or to change the fate of the male and female protagonists. Now, the system's control over him is very weak. Whether he participates or not depends entirely on his mood, but he still has to try his best to control this kind of key point, otherwise it will have an adverse effect on his future.
He grabbed the invitation letter and glanced at it casually, then pretended that he could not understand English, and handed it to Xue Zixuan: "What is this?"
"Invitation letter for the Chopin International Piano Competition." Xue Jingyi raised her chin, very proud.
Xue Zixuan was a little uneasy. He put the invitation letter in the envelope without looking at it and returned it to Xue Jingyi, ordering: "Move out after returning home, don't forget it."
Zhou Yun Sheng's eyes were a little distracted. He is still considering whether to take the mission or not. If you don't answer it, it will stimulate the system, and if you accept it, it will stimulate Xue Jingyi. This is really a dilemma.
"Can I participate?" he asked hesitantly.
Before Xue Zixuan could answer, Xue Jingyi screamed, "No! You must not participate!" Her heart throbbed, as if she would faint at any moment. Intuition told her that Huang Yi must not be allowed to participate in the competition. He would take everything that belonged to her through this competition.
"Do you think that the Chopin International Piano Competition is something that cats and dogs can participate in casually? Every inviter is a leader who has been reviewed and selected again and again. Have you studied systematically? Have you participated in a well-known competition? Your Do you have a grade test? Are you famous? You have nothing but mess with those tattered parts and come back covered in oil. People like you want to participate in the top piano competitions, it's a joke!" The sense of fear made her speechless, forgetting to maintain a gentle and kind image in front of her brother.
Of course, what she didn't know was that no matter how she pretended, Xue Zixuan had already seen her through. Xue Jingyi is still the same Xue Biaoyi, who can do anything in order to get the forbidden love. Especially in this life, Zhou Yun Sheng's stimulation to her was no less than in the previous life.
Zhou Yun Sheng let her taunt him without changing his face, and after she finished speaking, he looked at Xue Zixuan and declared, "I want to participate in the competition." This person is the piano emperor after all, so it shouldn't be difficult to get an invitation letter, right
"No! You are not eligible to participate!" Xue Jingyi shouted like crazy. She must not let Huang Yi go on the stage of the Golden Hall, and she must not let her brother's eyes stay on him!
Xue Zixuan ignored Xue Jingyi's clamor, caressed the young man's cheek, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you want to participate in the competition?"
The hands of the young man are worthy of the reputation of the world's treasures. Even if they no longer play the piano in this life, they can still attack machinery. They can interpret the most beautiful and moving notes, and can also make the most sophisticated parts. No matter where they go, teenagers can create miracles, and they can also bloom with dazzling brilliance.
But the more dazzling he was, the less Xue Zixuan would patrol, as if the sand in his hand would leak out of his fingers no matter how tightly he held it.
"There's no reason, I just want to play." Xue Jingyi objected so fiercely that Zhou Yunsheng, who had planned to dismiss the task stimulation system, wanted to participate instead.
"So serious competition, you can play it if you want to play it? What do you think of a piano? What do you think of music? A toy?" Xue Jingyi retorted and looked at her brother's reaction. No one understands her brother's obsession with music better than she does. Anyone who insults the sacred music will be rejected by her.
But unfortunately, the sound crazy in her memory no longer exists. In his previous life, after losing his youth and flexible hands, Xue Zixuan suddenly realized that music was no longer the only thing for him. So at this moment, he was not angry, not even frowning.
"Go if you want, I'll accompany you." He couldn't refuse any request from the young man, no matter how uneasy he was in his heart.
Xue Jingyi was angry and unbelievable, holding the invitation letter for a long time, speechless.
Zhou Yun Sheng was very happy, he stood on tiptoe and kissed Xue Zixuan on the cheek, but he pressed the back of his head and kissed passionately.
Xue Zixuan did what he said and got an invitation letter that night at the cost of serving as a judge for the adult group. He has retired, and all performances have been cancelled. It is the honor of the organizer to show his face in the competition, let alone participate in the whole process.
"I'm going to practice the piano from today, you accompany me." Zhou Yun Sheng took the invitation letter and turned it over and over.
"Of course. But I have to talk to you first. With your current level, I'm afraid you won't be able to reach the end." Xue Zixuan knew that the young man was very strong, so he would either not fight or fight to the end. But now he really has no chance of winning.
"What's wrong with my level? I can play any difficult sound, don't underestimate me!" Zhou Yun Sheng was really blown away, he lifted the lid of the piano, and began to show off his fingering. What double tones, double vibrato, octave chords, skips, touches... The ones that can be played and the ones that can't be played, he has played them all.
His fingers danced on the black and white piano keys, like blooming splendid flowers, so fast that only the afterimage could be seen, and suddenly his hands stretched out, playing from high to low, and then he closed his hands, playing from low to high, Little by little, his head was flying, and his hair was flying, and he looked like a little madman.
The end of the song, no, in fact, this is not a song, but an out-of-tune melody composed by the young man combining all the difficult fingering exercises. He raised his jaw, raised his chest, and looked directly at the young man with arrogant eyes. , as if to say - see, mortal, this is my strength.
Xue Zixuan reluctantly suppressed the low smile that came up his throat. Today's teenager is like a little rooster crowing proudly. If he said that his crowing was not loud enough, he would definitely flap his wings and peck him.
He is indeed highly skilled. In fact, he can assemble the tiniest parts into precise instruments, and a human being is fully capable of performing any difficult piano music. But the problem is, he has no feelings.
The notes flowing from his fingertips tend to be more computer-synthesized audio than a player's understanding of the music.
Xue Zixuan didn't know what was wrong with the young man in his life. Maybe it was because of himself that he had drowned out his love for the piano, maybe it was the study of machinery that made him more rigorous and rigid, or maybe his heart had never been to anyone. Man is open and has never accepted the world, which is why the music he plays is so cold, precise, and mechanical. He seemed to pull himself away, and looked at everything around him, including the Xue family, including himself, as a bystander.
He was sitting so close, yet so far, that he could touch it as soon as he stretched out his hand, but it seemed that he couldn't hold him no matter what. As soon as such an idea appeared, Xue Zixuan did not dare to think about it any longer. He embraced the boy from behind, kissed his slender neck gently, and praised softly, "Xiaoyi's fingering is the best in the world."
This is not a lie. If you can adapt the basic Hanon etudes into new and extremely difficult songs according to your own ideas, the boy's fingering has already reached the pinnacle, and it is even slightly better than himself.
But his lack of love is a pain. Xue Zixuan was thinking about how to point this out euphemistically, so that the baby in his arms would not fry.
He doesn't care whether he can become a great pianist like the previous life, and he doesn't care that his piano sounds are cold and ruthless. What he falls in love with is the boy himself, not the halo attached to him. Even if he can't even read the staff in this life, what does it matter? As long as the person is still in his arms.
In the more than ten years of waiting, in the painful memories again and again, he stripped the cocoons of his own feelings, searched for the source, and finally understood what true love is and how to love it. The previous life realized too late, but this life is neither fast nor slow, just in time.
Thinking of this, Xue Zixuan buried his face in the young man's neck and smiled softly.
Zhou Yun Sheng naturally knew that his technique was the most exquisite. If he was given a video of a surgical operation and let him watch it and immediately enter the operating room, he would be able to copy it perfectly, not to mention something as simple as a piano.
"Then you said that I can't go to the end?" He was still haunted by this denial. If the game has not even started, he has attacked his enthusiasm. How can this lover be
Bah Bah Bah, shit lover, bed partner! He blushed and spat at himself.
When Xue Zixuan saw him pouting, his face was flushed with anger, and he looked so cute. He couldn't help but leaned in and kissed a few times. He was about to explain in a roundabout way, but heard someone at the door mocking: "Because your piano sound has no emotion. Did you say what you said the day you cut your finger? Your violin sound is a soulless walking dead."
Zhou Yun Sheng looked up and saw Xue Jingyi standing at the door with a gleam of resentment in his eyes. She couldn't see Huang Yi's frivolous appearance that he couldn't get off his brother. Don't you want to show love? Then I want to bring up your painful memories.
Zhou Yun Sheng was unmoved. He really can't mind, but he won't be led by the nose casually.
Xue Zixuan immediately tightened his arms, hugged the boy firmly in his arms, pressed his lips to his ear, and said "I'm sorry" again and again. Apart from these three words, he didn't know what else to say. This memory is even more unbearable than the previous life, at least in the previous life I never hurt the teenager.
What if I could wake up sooner? If time could turn back...
Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, he said coldly, "Xue Jingyi, have you said enough? Get out when you have said enough." His tolerance for her is getting lower and lower, and he can't even turn a blind eye. She disappears forever.
Xue Jingyi bit her lip and said aggrievedly: "This is not what I said, it's what you said, brother."
Xue Zixuan's dark eyes exuded a strong anger. He didn't know that he was staring at Xue Jingyi as if he was looking at his enemies, not his relatives.
Xue Jingyi faced his hatred head-on, and her heart ached. She walked slowly to the piano and smiled sarcastically: "Why should I leave? Brother, don't forget, this piano is mine, and you gave it to me on my tenth birthday. Look, my English is still printed here. Name, joy." The purple fingernails tapped on the lid.
"It's what was given to me. I have the right to deal with it, right? You don't want to take it back, do you?" Xue Jingyi felt that she was crazy. The boy who occupied his arms was torn to shreds. In the end, hatred prevailed and she kept spitting out harsh words.
Zhou Yun Sheng retracted his fingertips from the keys as if he had touched something dirty, and wiped them with a tissue a few times. He doesn't even bother to tell her a word now, he's already torn his face anyway, so there's no need to make excuses.
"It's yours, of course." Xue Zixuan also had no intention of arguing with Xue Jingyi, and left the piano room with the boy half-armed. He thought that he would probably never touch that piano again, because it had a sinful name engraved on it.
After the two left, Xue Jingyi slowly crouched on the piano cover and let out a suppressed whimper. She didn't want to push her brother farther and farther, but she couldn't control the jealous devil in her heart.
Xue Zixuan acted very quickly. He bought a piano on the same day, sent it to Xue's house, and transformed Xue Rui's study into a piano room.
Zhou Yun Sheng didn't know what to say when he saw the young man squatting on the ground and tuning the piano himself. In fact, after he participated in the competition, he never planned to touch the piano again. What was the use of buying it
However, disgust turned into disgust, he touched the words "Huang Yi" printed in bronzing font on the lid of the piano, and smiled foolishly.
"Is this piano taller than Xue Jingyi's?" He raised his chin proudly.
Xue Zixuan took time to glance at him, and found that he had a rooster-like expression again, and couldn't help laughing. So cute, I never knew Xiaoyi was so cute. He put down the tool and nodded affirmatively: "Of course, definitely better than hers."
"That's about the same." Zhou Yun Sheng snorted softly with the corners of his mouth upturned.
Three days later, Xue Li Danni took Xue Jingyi to Vienna, and Xue Zixuan didn't want to go with them, so he deliberately delayed one day. The competition was held in the Golden Hall, and all the judges invited were world-class piano masters, of which Xue Zixuan was the most important. Two contestants who are related to Xue Zixuan also received great attention.
People in the circle or the media are familiar with Xue Jingyi and know that she is very spiritual, and her level is in the middle and upper reaches of all players. But who Huang Yi is and what his level is, no one knows anything about it.
Xue Zixuan had very strict requirements on the living environment. He was very dissatisfied with the hotel arranged by the organizer of the competition. After getting off the plane, he would go directly to the hotel he booked and asked for a presidential suite with a piano.
"Practice the piano more before the competition, and have a look." He opened the suitcase and took out the two's clothes and hung them one by one.
"Well, let me rest for a while and take off my shoes." Zhou Yun Sheng lay lazily on the bed, putting his legs on the open suitcase and shaking his feet arrogantly.
The dust stained on the soles of the shoes fell into the box. If someone else did this, Xue Zixuan, who had serious cleanliness, could chop off the other's feet, but this was his own treasure, so he could only helplessly smile.
"Have you figured out what song to play in the preliminaries?" Taking off the boy's shoes, stripping off his clothes, and stuffing him under the covers, Xue Zixuan kissed the tip of his warm nose.
Zhou Yun Sheng pursed his lips and kissed back, and said indifferently, "I haven't thought about it yet, it's probably 'Army Poloniez'."
This is Chopin's repertoire to sing the praises of the Polish national struggle, and it is one of his works that most strongly embodies the national spirit. The whole piece is magnificent and magnificent, and requires 100% passion from the performer.
Xue Zixuan thought for a while, then his brows furrowed, and he warned cautiously, "I suggest you not to choose this piece. Your piano sound lacks emotion, and I'm afraid it can't express the patriotic enthusiasm that Chopin wants to express."
"Then what do you think I should play?" Zhou Yun Sheng was about to fall asleep, his voice a little confused.
"Playing songs that require more skills than emotions. You can choose the most difficult songs specifically, and impress the judges with superb techniques, not emotions. Xiaoyi, are you listening to my words?" The boy was found snoring softly. , Xue Zixuan reached out and pinched his cheek.
"Understood, don't quarrel with me, I'm really sleepy." Zhou Yun Sheng covered his head in the quilt.
Xue Zixuan pulled the quilt away and smiled: "I didn't mean to quarrel with you. Tomorrow is going to be a competition. You have to know the situation of the judges and players. My advice just now is for your own good. Olsen, one of the judges of the youth group, is My mentor, he appreciates music not by ear, but by soul. I am afraid that your mechanical style of performance will not be good with him. Depending on your situation, you may face two situations when you come to power, or you may rely on superb and perfect performance. Get full marks for technique, or zero for unfeeling playing. It's not good for the rest of your game."
"Are you listening? Do you want to win the championship? Xiaoyi, little rooster?" Xue Zixuan patted the young man's cheeks gently, and found that he was fast asleep, he immediately shook his head and laughed.
The match was held as scheduled, Zhou Yun Sheng and Xue Jingyi were drawn to No. 23 and No. 18 respectively, in the middle. After a few days of not seeing her, Xue Jingyi was in a lot of energy, her pale and sickly cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked no different from ordinary people.
She hid in the corner, holding a sheet of music and memorizing it silently, without communicating with anyone. Zhou Yunsheng walked over and said hello with a smile: "Xue Jingyi, long time no see. Where do you live?"
Xue Jingyi raised her head and stared at him with cold eyes.
"What are you going to play?" Zhou Yun Sheng changed the subject.
"What about you?" Xue Jingyi asked back.
"Army Polonez."
"Then I wish you good luck." After getting the answer she wanted, Xue Jingyi lowered her head and continued to recite the score.
Zhou Yun Sheng raised one eyebrow and smiled with interest. It seems that the murder is almost ready, otherwise Xue Jingyi's attitude would not be so indifferent. She seemed to regard him as a dead man.
"Good luck to you too." He nodded slightly and turned to leave.
She thought that Xue Jingyi would not take care of herself, but she suddenly and solemnly added: "Of course I will be lucky, the championship is mine."
"You want to win the championship?" Zhou Yun Sheng turned his head and provoked viciously, "I originally just wanted to play, it doesn't matter if I can win the championship or not. But since you want that trophy too, I'm sorry, I'll take it. You know, I don't like you stealing my things."
"Who do you think robbed you?" Xue Jingyi finally couldn't hold back, grabbed his arm, and roared in a low voice, "You are a looter! You stole my family and me too. Lover! You are a robber!"
"Your lover? Who is your lover? Xue Zixuan? Did he admit it? How about we go to him and ask, who is his lover?" Zhou Yunsheng leaned into her ear and asked with a smile.
Xue Jingyi's eyes were bloodshot and her face was pale. Only by taking deep breaths could she keep from fainting.
The game had just started, Zhou Yun Sheng wouldn't let her die, so he opened the small bag she was carrying, took out a quick-acting heart-saving pill and pressed it under her tongue.
"Live well." Patting Xue Jingyi's cheek, he walked away on his own, turned to an unoccupied corner, and spat at the wall, "Bah, you are jealous of a little girl, wake up!" The words fell and banged against the wall "bang bang bang".
"What are you jealous of?" As soon as Xue Zixuan entered the door, he saw the young man slamming against the wall, and immediately laughed.
"It's nothing." Zhou Yun Sheng's cheeks flushed, and he spoke to him.
Xue Zixuan loved his watery eyes when he was dodging, and hugged him tightly and kissed him tightly. There is no doubt that he is an idol recognized by the young players. Seeing his arrival, many people pointed and whispered, especially when he kissed the boy's cheek, forehead, tip of nose, and even neck, many people couldn't help but gasp. .
"Brother, I'm a little uncomfortable, can I go to your lounge for a while?" Xue Jingyi stepped forward, clutching her chest. No matter how her brother rejected her, she couldn't restrain the urge to approach him.
"No." Xue Zixuan simply refused, took the boy into his arms and left, leaving Xue Jingyi to be scrutinized and ridiculed by the surrounding players.
The players took the stage one by one, and soon reached the eighteenth. Only then did Zhou Yun Sheng leave Xue Zixuan's lounge and stand behind the curtain to watch. Xue Jingyi was very calm and started to play after bowing to the audience and the judges. The piece she chose was "Despair", the work of Bordeaux, the piano master of the last century, known for its intense emotional collision and difficult technique.
She performed very well, far beyond her previous level, the audience applauded enthusiastically, and the judges also gave high scores one after another. After some calculations, she is currently ranked first among the players who have played, and she has properly entered the semi-finals.
Walking off the stage and passing the teenager, she stopped and whispered: "Do you know who the judge sitting in the middle is? Olsen, brother's mentor, has a nickname in the circle."
"What nickname?" Zhou Yun Sheng raised his eyebrows, feeling that the name Olsen seemed familiar.
"Master of the soul." Xue Jingyi took off the flowers pinned to her chest and explained slowly and clearly, "His piano sound is full of heart-warming power, and is known by the outside world as a 'player who hits the soul'. His aesthetic is the same as his piano sound, based on emotional expression rather than technique. My brother is his only disciple, and he was deeply influenced by him. After hearing your mechanical piano sound at that time, my brother could crush you both. One hand, replace it with Olsen, and he will kick you out of the stage and make you give up playing for the rest of your life. So, good luck to you!" Before he finished speaking, the person was gone.
Zhou Yun Sheng pouted in disapproval.
The next few contestants failed to surpass Xue Jingyi, and finally it was No. 23. Zhou Yun Sheng stepped onto the stage and bowed to the audience. Straight above his waist, he glanced at the jury, focusing on Olson Jerome's bearded name brand sitting in the middle. He was so hairy that he couldn't make out his face, but his stern, sharp blue-gray eyes were formidable.
Zhou Yun Sheng, who was going to look away quickly, glanced again, but Xue Zixuan happened to be sitting behind the beard and was giving himself a thumbs up. He laughed immediately, and his slightly raised peach eyes shone in the spotlight.
Orlin snorted coldly and said without looking back: "This is your little cock? How is his level? Even if he violates the rules, he will get an invitation letter for him. Is this the fair and just Sean I know? ?"
Xue Zixuan's tone was extremely calm: "What's his level, you'll know after hearing about him, teacher." That's why he had to move his position behind Olsen.
While the two were talking, the performance had already begun. The song "Army Poloniez" selected by the teenager is a song that requires the passion of the performer. The boy's hands fluttered on the keys, and every note was played with great precision, without the slightest error from beginning to end.
At the end of the performance, the audience responded with thunderous applause. To them, the boy's performance was perfect.
The judges pondered for a moment and wrote down their scores one after another. Only Olson, whose eyes were bigger than copper bells, was the only one. He was so angry, yes, the boy's performance was indeed perfect, but it was because it was so perfect that he was furious.
The boy's piano sound is like a treasure that has lost its spirit. No matter how gorgeous the appearance is, it can't hide the empty inside. This is a desecration of music, and the greatest loss to the world of performance. How could he have no feelings at all? Even if only a little invested, he would not be so angry.
Olsen was in a hurry and planned to kick the boy off the stage directly, but his shoulder was firmly pressed by the disciple.
"Teacher, please don't hurt him, please." Xue Zixuan also put his other hand on the teacher's shoulder. He can't let anyone hurt the boy, even if it's just a small accusation.
Olsen was not able to break free from the suppression of his disciples. He knew what his disciple was like, and he never cared about anyone except music. But now, he let go of his pride and self-esteem, just to let the young man walk down the stage safely.
Well, look at the teacher-student friendship for more than ten years, give him a face. Olson compromised, drawing a big circle on the scoreboard.
Zhou Yun Sheng sensed Olsen's glare, and knew that he tried to stand up several times, but was suppressed by Xue Zixuan. What does he want to do? Is it really as Xue Jingyi said, to oust herself from the stage
While thinking about it, the judges gave scores one after another. Three judges gave a perfect score of twenty, two judges gave eighteen and nineteen, and only Olsen gave a duck egg.
There was a burst of whispers in the audience, not knowing the reason for Olsen's zero score. After all, there are very few people who have a deep understanding of Yindong like him and Xue Zixuan.
"If I hadn't seen you perform on stage with my own eyes, I would have thought it was computer-synthesized music. Yes, I admit that your sound is so perfect that it can even be described with precision. However, it has no emotion and no soul. Any computer can replace you, you're just an amplifier, not a dedicated player. So sorry, I don't rate the machine." Olsen commented on behalf of all the judges.
The mouth is so poisonous, and he even scolded me as not a human being in disguise! Sure enough, it was Xue Zixuan's neurotic teacher! Zhou Yun Sheng sneered in his heart, but smiled modestly on his face.
Xue Jingyi hid behind the curtain with the expected smug expression on her face.
After background checks, everyone knew that this player was Xue Zixuan's younger brother. He was severely criticized by his mentor. How would Xue Zixuan react
The cameraman was looking for Xue Zixuan in the field, and gave him a close-up of his face. The piano emperor, who had the same aesthetic as his tutor, was smiling at the young man. He kissed his fingertips, then pointed at the boy on the stage, and said silently, "Don't be afraid, you are the best in my heart."
Seeing Xue Zixuan's actions on the big screen, the audience and the judges were amazed, especially Olsen, who almost fainted. I just finished commenting here, you will take down my platform, what do you mean
Being scolded, Zhou Yun Sheng felt more or less uncomfortable, but seeing Xue Zixuan's gentle and indulgent smile and soothing air kisses, he immediately threw Olsen's words out of Jiuxiaoyun. Zero points are zero points, it doesn't matter, anyway, you have to remove one of the highest points and one of the lowest points, and the remaining points can be used to take the average. In this way, he steadily passed Xue Jingyi and entered the semi-finals.
After bowing and respecting, he slowly walked off the stage. Seeing Xue Jingyi hiding in the corner with a face full of resentment, he raised his eyebrows provocatively. However, he himself knew that if Xue Zixuan hadn't pressed the bearded man down below, his fate would definitely be as Xue Jingyi described.
It's time to be embarrassed! Breathing out a suffocating breath, he began to face the game squarely.
Two hours later, the preliminaries ended. A total of 20 people entered the semi-finals. Zhou Yunsheng and Xue Jingyi ranked first and fourth respectively. After the announcement of the list, the players screamed with excitement, bowed their heads, or left silently.
Zhou Yun Sheng walked out of the lounge, saw Xue Zixuan waiting in the corridor, and ran over immediately.
Seeing the little rooster flapping its wings and fluttering into his arms, Xue Zixuan quickly took two steps to pick him up, brushing away the messy hair on his forehead with one hand and supporting his upturned buttocks with the other.
"Does the bearded want to kick me out?" Zhou Yun Sheng asked with his legs crossed around the youth's waist.
"I told you that he uses his soul to appreciate music." Xue Zixuan carried him out, and a group of bodyguards wearing sunglasses surrounded them, separating the players and their families.
They went through the VIP passage, which was very secretive, with no pervasive reporters. Xue Jingyi chased and shouted many times, but the two of them didn't turn back, and she almost cried out of anger. Many players pointed at her, and it was almost obvious that she had a bad relationship with her adoptive brother. Fortunately, Xue Li Danni arrived quickly to pick her up, which saved her face.
In the comfortable nanny car, Xue Zixuan was still educating his little cock: "I told you earlier, don't choose an emotional piano song. In order to make you enter the semifinals smoothly, I have violated the rules of the competition. I interfered. Olsen's decision, otherwise he has the right to withdraw you immediately as the main judge."
"You are so kind, you are so great." Zhou Yun Sheng praised absently while fiddling with the computer. As soon as the game was over, the feeling of suffocation in his heart also dissipated. What a big deal? He will not rely on this to eat in the future.
"You're perfunctory me again." Xue Zixuan hugged him to his lap and bit his thin lips.
"Don't talk about it, like an old mother. If he likes to score zero, let him do it. Anyway, if you want to get rid of the highest score and the lowest score, his score can't affect me." Zhou Yun Sheng bit the young man's nose back.
"You are wrong, he can influence the judges. He is Olsen, the master of the soul. He said you can't, and other judges will move closer to him. But fortunately, there are only three judges from the same faction as him, and the other three The famous judges are from the college faction, and they pay more attention to norms and techniques. With them, you can't guarantee a high score, but there is still some hope for entering the finals at a low altitude." Xue Zixuan analyzed carefully.
"How much is a little bit of hope?" Zhou Yun Sheng took it seriously.
"About five or five."
"Only five or five?"
"Don't you mean to play? Why are you so surprised?" Xue Zixuan raised his eyebrows.
"But I've already spoken harshly to Xue Jingyi, wanting to make her