"He Beifan, it's time for you to play on the next show, why are you still so careless?" Zhong Yuze walked over in a little hurry, the expression on his cheeks was a little panicked, and he walked in front of He Beifan rather uneasily. And the boy was the opposite of him, he should play, but he had an indifferent attitude, only to see Beifan wiping the black and white keys on the piano very casually.

"Yu Ze, what are you in a hurry, wait until I wipe the keys well." Seeing that Yu Ze's forehead was sweating urgently, He Beifan was unmoved, he sat in front of the piano bench and looked leisurely. Seeing that He Beifan had no intention of going on stage, Zhong Yuze was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "Let's go, brother." Don't make the judges wait in the audience. Yu Ze saw that his oil and salt did not enter, and persuaded him with good words, but the more Yu Ze urged, the more disgusted He Beifan became, "What are you urging, the judges are sitting in the audience anyway, and they didn't let them stand." The young man's brow furrowed slightly, looking very unconvinced. Okay, okay, okay, then you continue to delay time. Yu Ze was also a little interested when he saw that He Beifan didn't appreciate it, he just stood aside and looked at him silently.

"Please No. 7 performer He Beifan." Yiyi's red lips started slightly, and the students under the stage were a little noisy, so the girl's hands began to tremble involuntarily, she bit her lip and was a little nervous, "That, please be quiet first, the performers are still preparing backstage." Song Yiyi's voice was very good, but at this time she was a little more helpless, the black high heels on her feet looked more and more bulky, she had been standing on the stage for a long time, so her foot bones were a little sore. Even though the hostess tried her best to maintain order on the stage, the students in the back seats were still whispering.

"Hey, I said, what's the matter with this kid He Beifan?" Fat Eucalyptus first began to nag dissatisfiedly, "You said, Yiyi has shouted him several times, and he is not on stage, what do you mean?" Yan Yu said that there was some pity for the jade. Naturally, it was not just Fat Eucalyptus, Tan Yufan also felt that something was wrong, but the girl's guess was a little bolder, "You say, He Beifan won't abstain, right?" The words of the small universe also came into Bei Chen's ears very lightly, and he who had always been silent couldn't help but let out a sentence at this time, "No, he doesn't have the habit of running away." The young man's voice was as cold as ever, which surprised Tan Yufan, who was sitting on the side, and she pursed her lips a little embarrassed, feeling that she had done something wrong.

At the same time, He Beifan had already finished wiping his piano keys, "It's up to you today." He said silently, the upright piano in front of him was like an old friend of his youth, and he had accompanied him through dozens of performances. And Yin Dixiao, who was sitting under the stage, kept drinking mineral water in plastic bottles, and the man was already a little impatient. Recently, He Beifan's state has been not good, Yin Dixiao doesn't know what medicine is sold in Beifan's gourd, if he abstains and says it to the hostess, it would be fine, but if it goes on like this, what is the matter, Yin Dixiao feels extremely tired.

But at this time, the red curtain slowly opened, He Beifan sat upright on the piano bench, the blue suit made him more handsome, and under the dazzling flashing light, Beifan's face was more calm. "Hey, he appeared, you see how handsome he is." Ye Nianyi began to yell regardless of her image, and Tan Yufan, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but grab the girl's arm, "Yiyi, sit down quickly, don't be a nymphomaniac." The little universe admonished with some unease.

"Oh." Ye Nianyi realized that she had lost her temper, she sat down in a hurry, and touched the burning gaze of the students around her, that is, the girl's cheeks were as red as a tomato. The melodious sound of the piano sounded throughout the lecture hall, and it was strange that the students who had been noisy were quiet at this time, and even looked at the teenager with a little concentration. Under the flashlight, his eyes were slightly closed, his injured fingers were jumping on the black and white keys in front of him very lightly, and the movement of his wrists made him feel the pain of the wound, but for He Beifan, such pain was too insignificant.

"Hey, this kid plays the piano too well, right?" Ren Shupeng, who has always been cold, also praised Beifan at this time, which made Deng Wen, who was sitting on the side, very angry. Deng Wen has always been proud, and now he is even more so, "What's so big about this." He frowned and said with some disdain, "Isn't it "The Tempest Minor", I can also play it." He pouted as he spoke, looking very arrogant.

Ren Shupeng is also a smart person, it's not that he didn't hear the vinegar overflowing in Deng Wen's words, it's just that for people like Deng Wen, he Ren Shupeng is really disdainful, "Hmph." The boy sneered, "You said lightly, "The Tempest" is Beethoven's famous song, and I don't think I need to say much about its difficulty. The boy didn't go to see Deng Wen, in fact, people like Deng Wen couldn't get into the eyes of his Ren Shupeng at all. But even so, Deng Wen did not give up, he always had the idea of competing with He Beifan, so he couldn't accept that he was sitting on the stage so glamorously now.

"What's that? It's a piano piece that is difficult. Deng Wen said, and rolled Ren Shupeng's eyes dissatisfiedly, "It's up to me to see it, and I'll be able to practice for a few days." Deng Wen began to deceive himself, and his rhetoric made the humble Ren Shupeng unable to accept it, "Deng Wen, yes, you can do anything, so why don't you go up?" Shupeng hit the nail on the head and stabbed Deng Wen's heart, such a question really embarrassed Four-Eyed Deng Wen, and he was really not ready to be questioned by Ren Shupeng, he opened his mouth, but he was speechless for a while.

"You don't have anything to say now." Ren Shupeng noticed his cowardice, he glared at him, the expression on his face was too grim, "So, you don't even dare to go on the stage, what qualifications do you have to talk about him." Shupeng's tone was full of justice, he was not often so indignant, but today he really couldn't stand Deng Wen's arrogant and arrogant appearance. No, Shupeng, you listen to me......" Deng Wen wanted to explain something more, but it was obvious that Ren Shupeng didn't bother to take care of him, the young man waved his hand, looking impatient, "Forget it, don't bother me, I want to watch the show." The scholar's face was facing the stage, and there was an indescribable concentration in his eyes.

And He Beifan in front of the piano naturally didn't know what was happening under the stage, his hands seemed to be spiritual, and the slender hand bones were a gift from God to He Beifan, he was Angel in the music world. When the hands are placed on the black and white keys, it can always create an ethereal artistic conception, and then look at the fan on the stage is even more fascinated, as if he is in a rainstorm, the boy's head swings frequently with the music, which can't help but cause the students in the audience to discuss.

"Hey, you see, he's out of the woods." The small universe seems to have discovered an amazing secret, and can't help but yell out. Fat Eucalyptus looked in the direction that Yu Fan was pointing, and couldn't help but be taken aback, the music frame in front of Beifan was useless, because it was empty, "This kid is too awesome." Yan Yu couldn't help but give a big thumbs up. Ye Nianyi became extremely proud at this moment, "What's all the fuss about. The girl pouted, looking very playful, "Beifan has always been a habit of playing the piano off score. ”

"Okay, okay, okay, his habit." Tan Yufan naturally didn't want to have anything to do with Song Yiyi, who was a nymphomaniac. Xiao Universe's perfunctory attitude caused Song Yiyi's dissatisfaction, "Originally, Beifan was originally so good." Looking at Yiyi's anxious appearance, the small universe couldn't cry or laugh.

Yin Dixiao looked at He Beifan on the stage with an unusually serious expression, the man's ears were very picky, but the strange thing was that when he heard Fan's piano sound, his ears not only failed to find fault, but seemed to be unusually enjoyable, which did not conform to Yin Dixiao's character, as a judge, he has always been strict, but now he can't find any deduction points, which makes him a little helpless.

Bei Fan finished playing the last note, but his eyes were still slightly closed, obviously not recovering from Fang Cai's mood, and the young man's injured hands under the light were so dangling that Yin Dixiao couldn't open his eyes a little. After a long time, He Beifan slowly opened his eyes, and then he stood up from the piano bench, and then bowed to the audience.

Seeing this, Cheng Miao walked up from the backstage, he cleared his throat, his immature cheeks were a little tired, but the voice was still as pleasant as ever, "I would like to ask the judges to comment below." As soon as Cheng Miao's words fell, He Beifan's hands trembled unconsciously, and his eyes looked at Yin Dixiao's eyes, always feeling sharp, which made him feel a little awe-inspired. Contrary to the young man, Yin Dixiao naturally didn't have any nervousness, but he was still serious, and there was not the slightest smile on his cheeks.

"What do you think of your play?" The man suddenly came up with such a sentence, which made He Beifan feel unprepared, he thought he had played well, so he didn't understand what Yin Dixiao meant, Beifan was silent, and he could only hear his heartbeat. At the same time, there was a sigh under the stage, "Hey, what does this Yin Dixiao mean?" What did he do to embarrass He Beifan? ”

"Who knows. This is Yin Dixiao's usual method, but I think He Beifan has played quite well. A weak-looking girl muttered quietly.

"Hmm. If I make a mistake, please let me know. He Beifan pursed his mouth and bowed deeply to Yin Dixiao without embarrassment, intending to beg him to let him go. But Yin Dixiao didn't stop his troubles, "What about you? Do you think your playing is good? The man's voice was an octave higher, startling the students under the stage and holding their breath.

Ordinary contestants will shake their heads when they are questioned by the judges, but He Beifan is an exception. In this game, although he prepared quickly, he was also dedicated, so he nodded affirmatively and looked at Yin Dixiao. The man cleared his throat and looked very indifferent, "He Beifan, you think you play yourself perfectly, right?" As soon as the man's words came out, He Beifan couldn't help but panic, and he smiled a little embarrassedly, "No, if there is any problem, please criticize and correct." "His attitude is already humble.

Yin Dixiao picked up the microphone and seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't help but sigh, "You go down first, I'll look for you after the game." The man's voice fell, and he turned off his microphone.