"What's wrong?"

Qin Jian turned over and sat up and turned on the bed lamp, and the little fat Duan was staring at him with wide eyes.

"I'm just nervous, I'm afraid I won't be able to play well tomorrow. ”

As soon as she closed her eyes, Qin Jian's words rang in her ears - 'I hope you can go to the end of this competition.' ’

She wanted to say that she had entered the third round, and whether she had completed the task.

But she didn't dare to say it, which caused her to be a little anxious.

Duan Ran's mind Qin Jian could also guess a rough idea, so he enlightened: "There are only 21 people left, hold on a little longer." ”

The competition has reached this stage, and no matter what, he hopes that Duan Ran will grit his teeth and survive the last paragraph.

The players who are still at this stage are capable of impacting the finals from the technical level, and the final competition is physical endurance and the mentality when playing on the spot.

"Relax, don't think so much, I'll go through the song with you again when you get up tomorrow. ”

Qin Jian encouraged, "The day after tomorrow will be the final, and we will see you on the stage soon." ”

Hearing Qin Jian's last words, the motivation in Duan Ran's heart was aroused again in an instant.

She really wanted to walk into the final stage with Qin Jian.

moment

She raised her small fist, "I'm going to beat you this time." ”

Qin Jian smiled, "Then let's give it a try." ”

The big and small fists collided again.

"Sleep! Wake up early tomorrow. ”

Xiao Fat Duan instructed Qin Jian to turn off the lights, and after Qin Jian turned off the lights, the two of them lay down again.

This time, Duan Ran fell asleep after a while.

Listening to the sound of short breathing on the side, Qin Jian calmed down.

It's just that he still can't sleep, and as soon as he closes his eyes, his mind is still full of Adams's op59, and this set of mazurkas is almost alive under the other party's fingers.

It can be said that Adams's performance in the third round completely exceeded his expectations, and the danger level directly overshadowed Li Xianlong, Ivanov and others, and faintly surpassed Ricky's momentum.

Through the preliminary round and the first two rounds of the main competition, Qin Jian has regarded Rui Qier as the biggest competitor in his heart.

Ricky's playing style is modern, technically comprehensive, and pure, and it still maintains an impeccable shell.

Qin Jian didn't know what kind of performance the other party would come up with tomorrow, thinking that even if the other party didn't drop the bomb like Adams, he would maintain the same super high level as always.

and Edmonds, the Polish player who won one round on the spot, also showed more and more Polish local music on stage.

He should have the support of a lot of Polish judges.

Natsuki and Fred's performances have been systematic.

Fang Zongyao and Ido's performances are unique.

The black Moroccan player is also not to be underestimated.

The stage figures of one contestant after another flashed in front of him, and Qin Jian also pulled out a list of his finalists in his heart.

Looking out the window for a long time, he retracted his thoughts and opened the piano space.

After the third round, the stats in his hands have managed to break through the 10w mark.

For this is more than a huge fortune, his heart has no waves.

Open Chopin's hand position formula, and from the first chapter to the third chapter, the progress bar of every scale, every etude, and every technique is 100% flashing.

Each of these full progress bars contains his sweat and records the time and thought he spent on Chopin's competition.

And his enthusiasm.

'Do you spend 20,000 Worship Points to activate the next chapter?'

He hadn't heard the cold chime in a long time.

What's next?

Qin Jian asked this question to himself more than once in his heart, but he didn't have rich worship points to unlock.

Today, he has the capital, but he has not made a choice for a long time.

If he makes it to the final round, he will only be left with the final round of the Chopin competition.

If he doesn't make the cut, then what he needs to reflect on is not something that can be figured out for 20,000 Worship Points.

"After all, it's the things you get that really make people feel down-to-earth. ”

Qin Jian muttered to himself at the open scroll, "Do you spend 20,000 points of worship to activate .....the next chapter?"

Without waiting for the prompt to finish, he waved his hand to turn it off and turn the panel off.

Only this time there was no competition, starting from the first round of the main competition, he completely relied on his own tone by note to play himself to the crossroads of the finals.

In any case, it touched his peace of mind.

"Good night little fat man, good luck tomorrow. ”

Sometimes it takes a bit of luck to play.

...

...

October 16th, the last day of the third round of the 17th Chopin Competition.

Due to last night's cooling, Warsaw this morning has a late autumn chill.

However, at about 8:40 a.m., the crowd was still gathered outside the large iron gate of the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall.

The reporters are more than halfway through their task, and they only have to hold on for the last five days before they can take a vacation.

Enthusiastic spectators waited for the opening of the gates with tickets and 80 top-secret files, and they had to be the first to enter the arena to cheer on the players they supported.

At 9:15 a.m., the concert hall opened.

Journalists and spectators enter the hall.

At 9:30 a.m., the jury's motorcade arrived.

The jury enters the hall.

At 9:37, the first Dutch player to appear today arrived at the game with a black bag on his back.

He was accompanied by his mother and his sister, who told reporters at the scene about his family.

"Lucas, how are you feeling right now?" asked the resident reporter.

Lucas looked relaxed: "It's not bad, I think I can play better today, God will bless me." ”

At 9:55, the bell rang for the start of the competition.

10 o'clock sharp.

Lucas takes the stage.

His expression and demeanor as he sat in front of the piano did look relaxed.

He has already squeezed into the third round of the competition, reaching the point of signing a contract with an agency.

Perhaps this relieved him of any psychological burden, and he played the mazurka at the beginning, and OP 56 was full of energy under his fingers.

At this time, the No. 7 player in the backstage was making the final preparations for entry.

The game is going on in an orderly manner.

At 10:57, Qin Jian put down his phone and woke up Duan Ran.

"It's time to get up, Miss Duan, it's already the No. 7 player. ”

There was also Ivanov Reichil during the period when the little fat section was played, so the two were not in a hurry.

Two hours was enough time for them to prepare everything.

After washing, Duan Ran was eating breakfast and lunch while playing the score, accompanied by Qin Jian.

...

After 40 minutes, Qin Jian put all the scores together

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Wait a minute. Duan Ran picked up the first movement of the first sonata and rolled his eyes twice, looked at it carefully and then closed the score, muttering in his mouth, his eyes blinking as if he was making a final memory.

Qin Jian looked at it silently.

Moment.

Duan Ran closed the score, took the hot water on the table and drank it in one gulp, and then changed his little face to a smile, "Hard work, Teacher Qin, thank you for your morning." ”

Qin Jian smiled, "Not nervous?"

"A little more. ”

Duan Ran got up and changed his clothes as he spoke, "If only you could accompany me on stage." ”

Qin Jian pouted: "Wake up." ”

...

"Help me pull the zipper. ”

"Five cents at a time. ”

'It's time-'

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