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It's 7:45, and the official opening will be in more than ten minutes, and all the actors are busy making final preparations.

Li Zhifan is the same, touching up makeup, hairstyle, and tidying up clothes...... These processes and links are essential, and to stand on stage is to present everything to the audience in the most perfect way, including appearance.

Shao Wenhao deliberately passed by the door of Li Zhifan's rest room, and when he saw his standing posture and etiquette after practicing in front of the mirror, he couldn't help but sneer: "Hehe, Li Zhifan, no matter how well prepared you are, this time you will definitely be finished!"

Xiaobo was still a little uneasy, and asked Huanzi, "Is this method safe?"

"Twelve!" Huanzi said confidently.

Although several others had doubts, at this time, there was only expectation left.

"Alright, brothers, don't think about it! Let's go, go back to smoking!"

Shao Wenhao shook his head, drove away the cranky thoughts in his head, snapped his fingers and returned to his lounge.

As soon as they entered the room, there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps in the hallway.

Huanzi, who finally entered the house and closed the door, heard this sound, and couldn't help but quip, "Now the whole group is in a hurry, thinking about what we did just now, I'm a little embarrassed!"

"Come on, you!" Shao Wenhao scattered cigarettes for the three of them, and one by one, "Of the four of us, you are the worst!"

"Hahaha......"

……

Outside the door in the hallway.

It was none other than Zhang Yao who hurriedly came over.

He went straight to Li Zhifan's room, and after rushing in, he shouted: "Zhifan, save the scene!"

"Huh?"

Li Zhifan had just finished an ending ceremony, but when he turned around and saw Zhang Yao sweating profusely, he couldn't help but say in surprise, "What's the matter?"

"Quick, there's no time, we can only rely on you!"

Zhang Yao grabbed him and ran out, "Explain to you as you go!"

"What do you mean?" Although Li Zhifan felt inexplicable, he still walked out of the door.

Although he and Zhang Yao have only known each other for a short time, they can see that the other party does not have any bad intentions, and if they can really help, it is not a problem to take a hand.

On the way to the front desk.

Zhang Yaocai explained what happened to Li Zhifan clearly.

It turned out that Zhang Yao and his band had been using ordinary drum kits before, but the TV station reacted temporarily, because the number of pickups was not enough, so the sound effect of the drum kit was very poor, and there would be big problems when it was transmitted.

So I temporarily changed a set of electronic drums in the station, and the electronic drum is not actually a drum, although the percussion method is the same as the drum kit, but it is a sound source machine + sensor for receiving signals, and you must rely on the sound output equipment to hear the specific sound of knocking.

Zhang Yao has never used this kind of electronic drum, which also specifically involves the adjustment of timbre, the control of strength, etc., which invisibly increases the difficulty for him, so the band must temporarily go back to the stage, connect everything, and rehearse again.

As a result, the band was rehearsing to the third piece, and Zhang Yao gradually began to become familiar with and master the percussion electronic drum technique, when something happened on the keyboard.

The keyboard used by the band was the electric piano used by Li Zhifan, and the pianist, who was concentrating on the performance, fell to the ground because the stool suddenly fell apart, and unfortunately, his hand was punctured by the screwdriver on the stool leg.

People are fine, but because of a hand injury, they can't play tonight.

And their band had to accompany several soloists, among which the piano accompaniment was very large, and there was no prepared pianist, so they had to find someone to save the scene.

Zhang Yao thought of Li Zhifan for the first time, although there are still a few keyboard players in the background, but because Li Zhifan only has one solo, the amount of tasks is small, and the follow-up time is sufficient, he is the most suitable candidate.

Come to the front.

The electric piano has been replaced with a new stool, and after repeated inspections by the staff, it is very reliable.

Li Zhifan didn't say a word, took the score and began to study.

He is quite familiar with these songs, and with Master Lang's "Piano Skills" and Chou Dong's "Absolute Tone", even improvisation is not a problem.

"Come on! there's no time!"

Li Zhifan sat down in front of the electric piano, "Come directly, if I don't play correctly, please stop and help me correct!"

On the side, the pianist of the band, who bandaged his hands, also exerted his residual heat to explain to Li Zhifan what technique should be used for that part and how to play that song.

And Li Zhifan also recalled these songs in his mind, originally he could only say that he had heard these songs, at most he was familiar, but with the help of "Absolute Tone", he could simulate every note of the original accompaniment in his mind like a strip.

……

Art Channel Conference Room.

It was temporarily used as a working lounge for the regimental leaders.

The head of the group, Wang Kun, was making the final preparations with the channel director, when suddenly, Jiao Pei rushed in, "Oh no, Wang Tuan! Yan Tao's hand is injured!"

"Yan Tao?" Wang Kun couldn't match for a while, "Which one?

"It's the piano player who accompanies the soloists tonight, and the people are fine, but the piano can't be played!"

Jiao Pei saw that Wang Kun's face turned pale for a while, and hurriedly added, "But Li Zhifan has already replaced him, but it's hard to say whether he can take it perfectly!"

Hearing Li Zhifan's name, Wang Kun's face finally looked better, and he immediately criticized: "In the future, I will finish talking at one time, don't pause, let's go!"

In addition to Wang Kun, several other leaders and persons in charge of the regiment in the conference room, including Gao Rui, director of the Beijing Literature and Art Channel, also went with him.

Coming to the front desk, the band has already started rehearsals.

It was Li Zhifan who played the piano, and Yan Tao on the side reminded him from time to time.

Originally, Yan Tao was still worried, in his opinion, even if Li Zhifan can be original, he may not be able to play the piano well, especially at this moment, anyone will be nervous, and it is inevitable to play the wrong game.

But after a song, Yan Tao suddenly discovered that Li Zhifan was far better than he imagined!

There was nothing wrong, and Li Zhifan was able to do it very smoothly in the part he reminded, and even the way some paragraphs were handled was better than him!

"O man of God!"

Yan Tao shouted in his heart, and his eyes were different when he looked at Li Zhifan.

"What's going on?"

At this time, Wang Kun walked over and glanced at Yan Tao, "How are your hands?"

Yan Tao hurriedly said: "Thank you for your concern, it's not a big deal, but it's ......"

"Okay!" Wang Kun sighed, "Take a good rest! For a piano player, the hand is the most important!"

After speaking, he looked at Li Zhifan who was playing the piano again, and couldn't help but ask Yan Tao, "How is he playing?"

Yan Tao gave a thumbs up with his uninjured hand, and said convincingly: "Very good!"

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