The two principals said a few words and sat down.

This is a competition at the same time, but also a concert, the audience is full of people, Xia Yu also met his Chinese teacher.

The Chinese teacher sat next to the principal, and he handed Xia Yu a card: "The clothes are in the backstage closet, this is the card." ”

This game is to be videotaped, and the local news will also give a few pictures, so the image is very important, and the casual clothes Xia Yu is wearing now cannot be played.

After taking the magnetic card, Xia Yu thanked him.

"Thank you, you can just kill that Ma Feng then. This is the obsession of our principal, and he will not be able to live in peace if he doesn't win. The Chinese teacher said.

"It's Feng Ma." The principal corrected the name, but did not deny what the Chinese teacher said later.

I don't know what kind of story he and the principal of the second middle school were when they were young, they are not like enemies, but they are like old friends.

"That Feng Ma's mother is Ma Xiao." The principal said to Xia Yu again, "You don't have to be pressured, I am very happy to be able to get the top three and get the promotion place." ”

Ma Xiao is a well-known pianist.

"Your talent is good, after the game, I can take you to meet Ma Xiao." The principal thought that Xia Yu was going to go down the road of piano, so he said.

But Xia Yu just used the piano to make a money-making skill, and he just wanted to get paid for the manufacturer's tasks by participating in the competition.

Moreover, Xia Yu was only going to play the piano in the preliminary round, at most in the second round, and when he got to the back, he was ready to start playing the guzheng.

The reason why he still plays the piano is because he can see that the principal has a special fondness for the piano, and it is estimated that a large part of the previous bet is also because of the piano.

After he entered the final round, the example of him playing the piano will definitely be picked up, so it is better to show it generously.

He is ready, his current level is about the critical point of lv3, just wait for the rest of the piano music to learn, he can break through to lv4, these days he has been practicing in the café, pressing the playing level to the middle of lv3, and also changed some small habits, replaced with other habits.

An Siyao is not a dog, so it is impossible to recognize him in such a situation.

After reflecting on the plan and making sure that there were no loopholes, Xia Yu raised his head, and the game had begun.

There were twenty-three people in the tournament, and his number was twenty-three.

On stage, three judges were already in place, either professors at music universities or well-known musicians.

The first student came on the field and his instrument was an accordion.

Seeing the accordion, the three judges were expressionless.

The accordion, like the guitar, is mostly played and sung, and this is an instrument competition.

When he finished the song, the three judges were still expressionless, and they didn't mean to speak at all.

He could only bow with a flushed face and walked off the stage by himself.

The second one on the field was more reliable in the choice of musical instruments, using the piano and playing the treasure carp in the lake, but because of the excitement and lack of level, he played the wrong two notes.

The two judges were expressionless, and one frowned unabashedly.

It wasn't until the fifteenth contestant passed, with a five-minute intermission, that the best expression of the three judges was just a nod.

These three judges are a bit strict. Xia Yu sighed.

However, the standard of these fifteen people is indeed not very good.

"It's all made up in front of it, and our school's wind club is at this level. The level of the people in the back is a little higher, and there are about three people at the same level as you. The principal and Xia Yu said.

Xia Yu nodded, indicating that he understood.

He looked at Feng Ma, not knowing what kind of level the principal insisted on Feng Ma, who he couldn't match.

lv4?

Forget it, anyway, in terms of piano, I am only ready to use the level of lv3 mid-stream, not to mention that I have only touched the threshold of lv4 now.

He looked at the judges again, and the three judges were discussing.

"So it's all these to make up, what about those good seedlings?"

"I heard that it was a random lot, and the good seedlings were drawn to the back."

"How many do you think you can have?"

"The appearance of three, maybe not yet, the only thing that makes people look forward to it is Ma Xiao's son."

"How many sons are Ma Xiao?"

"Twenty-second, good fellow, finale!"

Five minutes passed quickly, and the three judges continued to watch the competition.

The level of the latter contestants is indeed much more reliable, and a more kind judge has a smile on his face.

When he arrived at the twentieth person, Xia Yu stood up and went to the backstage to change clothes and prepare.

In the lounge backstage, he met Feng Ma.

Feng Ma was wearing a suit, sitting straight on the stool, bowing slightly towards Xia Yu.

This is generally an action that the leader does to his subordinates.

Xia Yu nodded at him quietly, then sat on the side and played with his mobile phone.

Feng Ma glanced at him again and shook his head, looking mournful.

His expression did not escape Xia Yu's eyes, Xia Yu's eyebrows raised, and his senses were one point worse than this person.

Although he is a human being in two lives, Xia Yu is not a good-tempered person, he thinks that when he reaches lv4 and wins him in the later games, he must taunt him back.

It's a pity that I will use a guzheng at that time, and the cross-instrument affects the coolness.

"Feng Ma, it's your turn." The staff led Feng Ma closer to the venue.

Xia Yu also followed, stopping at the corner of the stage to watch.

Coming to the stage, Feng Ma first bowed to the audience, and then to the judges. His posture was indeed elegant, and there was a round of applause from the audience.

The three judges also smiled and nodded to Feng Ma.

Sitting in front of the piano, Feng Ma hung his arms, and a string of soothing notes rang out under his hands.

This is the Pope's dancer.

The dancer is just a piece of medium to high difficulty, but the quality of the piano performance is not based on the difficulty level of the song, but on the level of performance.

Xia Yu listened intently for a while, and his face became a little strange.

This guy's level, it seems to be a bit inferior? That is, what does LV3 look like in the midstream?

Yes, the last time the principal listened to his own tune, he had just entered lv3, and there was nothing wrong with saying that Feng Ma was stronger than himself.

After a long time, it turned out to be a parallel import.

Xia Yu sighed, tasteless.

On stage, Feng Ma danced his fingers, pressing back and forth on the piano keys, his arms undulating, his body shaking, and his eyes slightly closed.

With his okay face, Xia Yu also had to admit that the other party was a little handsome.

The first part of the elegance passes, the tempo picks up, and the notes become a little cluttered, which is to represent that turbulent era, followed by the arrival of the third part, which combines the elegance of the first part, and the fast play of the second part.

When Feng Ma pressed the last note and stood up and bowed to the audience, a loud applause rang out, and the three judges also smiled and drummed twice.

After the applause stopped, the three judges spoke for the first time: "Very good, although the third part is still a little flawed, but it is already a rare good music, when I am as old as you, I can't compare to you!" ”

"Come on, it's better than your mother."

"Why don't you come to my Kaiyang Conservatory of Music from college?"

Feng Ma thanked the three judges one by one and entered the backstage.

He passed by Xia Yu's side, smiled at Xia Yu again, and said, "Don't be nervous."

Xia Yu responded briefly and went on stage.

Not as sassy as Feng Ma, Xia Yu sat quietly in front of the piano and began to play.

He was the last one, and the competition was about to end, and the three judges were already out of the world, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

The picture of food in their minds was shattered by a sonorous tune.