Sure enough, the more people there are, the more they are eliminated.

More than 500 people, and only a hundred remained.

So many people were eliminated in the first few rounds, so there should be more eliminated in the fourth round, right?

Because after the fourth round, it's the last round.

The race is on.

This talent competition is like Bo Siyu said, relying on four things.

Language, piano, painting and dance.

Culture, cultivation, talent and self-cultivation.

The race is on.

Painting and language, there are professional teachers for dialogue and inspection, and eighty people walked away on the spot.

The rest, it's piano and dance.

Dance competition first.

The royal family arranged a female companion for everyone, and everyone danced ballroom dances.

Paragraph after paragraph, easy at first, then more and more difficult and faster.

The female companions are professional and will never hold back, but many people can't keep up when they get to the back.

One will be slow and some will be fast, and you can't react at all.

As a result, thirty more people were quickly eliminated.

Thirty more people are to be eliminated.

The dance competition is over, and then the piano competition is on.

Everyone changed into tuxedos.

By this time, there were only one hundred and seventy people left.

Of these 170 people, 30 will be eliminated.

It was Hatsuji's turn to play.

He sat elegantly in front of a black piano, and the whole person was elegant and dignified, like a god who had strayed into the world.

The slender fingers are placed on the piano, and the fingertips are slowly pouring down the beautiful music.

The referee gave them the score, but it also showed that if they created it themselves, they would be more points.

But if it doesn't sound good, it's better to use the score given.

Some people don't have their own tunes, some people don't dare to take risks, but Bo Siyu dares to do so.

This is what he created for Qiao Youxia.

I created it when I loved her at the beginning, but I couldn't love her.

The feeling of love for her, but also very lost.

Everyone felt like they were out of love.

Bo Xiai turned on the computer and saw the barrage on it, which was translated in English.

"This Mixiu contestant is talking about it so well! I noticed him in the first few rounds and I thought he was so good! I'm almost crying when I play the tune! ”

"Me too, so am I, this person, if the princess doesn't want it, give it to me when the time comes, I like it, I like it!"

"None of you are allowed to rob me!"

"Mine!"

In the midst of the dispute, the Bo Si Yu finished playing.

He stood up and stepped aside, thunderous applause.

The referee said in surprise, "Mi Xiu, are you a professional pianist?" ”

Bo Siyu smiled slightly, "No." ”

"Then why are you playing so well!"

In fact, I have been learning this since I was a child.

The eldest young master and eldest lady of a wealthy family, after all, you have to take care of your face, and you have to learn everything.

He himself has always liked this instrument and learned it very well.

But in the more professional people, it may not be anything.

Bo Siyu just wanted to express his feelings for Qiao Youxia, so he wrote this score, but he didn't expect to be appreciated like this!

Bo Siyu said with a smile, "Every piece is good, as for whether it can be better, it depends on whether the performer injects emotion into it, and I inject it." ”

The scene remembered thunderous applause.

The referee asked excitedly, "Did you just play something that you created yourself?" Can I ask what the name of the song is? ”

"Yes." Bo Siyu replied, "The name of this song is Qiao Youxia." ”

"Joe and Xia?" The editors were confused.

"Yes." Bo Siyu nodded.

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