Soon the 'mediocre' performance was over, and the super skill stunned everyone.

The judges couldn't help but sigh that they really met a very good pianist today.

A man with messy hair in the corner said, "Hmph, Liszt's set, it's this kind of music that has nothing on the surface." The soul of the music is completely overwhelmed by his superficial expressiveness. ”

Then the Frenchman came on the stage, and the audience was not interested in his performance at all after listening to the previous one, and the response was mediocre.

Then the golden retriever laughed, and when it was his turn, he walked on stage and played Chopin's Scherzo No. 2 in B-flat minor.

Olympia said: "It was perfect, the technique was solid, but it always felt weird. ”

"I think so too, I always feel like he's not sinking in, but the sound of the piano is very... Very..."""

"Have your own understanding." Olympia received.

Andre found that someone could pick up his words, which made him feel like his whole body was flying.

He was just about to talk to Olympia when a heavy arm on his shoulder made him dare not move.

Olympia hid her face and smiled.

"Contradiction, contradiction with him as a person, this depth of understanding, unfortunately stolen, disgusting, disgusting." The man in the corner continued to comment.

"Well, he doesn't know what music says everything." He sneered with disdain.

The man next to him tried to say something, but remained silent.

The Frenchman, who was sitting outside at this time, were now at the scene of the game.

At this time, he listened to the music of the Golden Retriever inside, and it seemed that he and the Golden Retriever were competing on the same stage, but the more he listened, the more he felt that he was talking poorly, and the other party's understanding had already glimpsed the threshold of the master.

The more I played, the more I felt that the music was leaving me.

"Maybe music really isn't for me."

Black notes flowed from his fingertips, and he seemed to be slowly losing the music.

Sitting on a bench where he was resting, the Frenchman suddenly crouched down, holding his head over his ears, revealing a face of extreme pain.

It seems that the most important thing in life is leaving itself.

"Don't go ....."

He said almost pleadingly.

But it didn't work.

As the performance in the concert hall ended, he seemed to have lost his life completely, like a walking corpse.

"It's okay." His friend asked.

Without answering, a man rushed straight out, he felt that the music had completely abandoned him, and all the music had turned into a heavy and strange wail in his ears.

Two of his friends immediately chased after him.

The race side immediately said, "It's your turn to play right away." ”

"My friend is in a bit of a situation and I have to go see how he is."

"That would mean a game abstention." Before they could finish speaking, the two had already run out.

The Racers looked at Jost, and you were next.

Jost shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he understood.

Then he walked straight up.

The bonus of this new ability is really powerful, Jost sighed in his heart.

When he walked to the front of the stage, there was a sea of people in front of him, and everyone looked at him.

He didn't feel the slightest nervousness, smiled, and walked straight to the piano.

"It's such a young player, but it feels good." The harsh man from before commented.

The expression of the person next to him seems to be saying: You haven't played it yet, you are directly good???

Then he saw the stage, under the light, oh~

This is not surprising.

The ladies in the audience were a little faster to get out of breath.

"Hurry up, your Jost is going to be discovered." The girl quipped to Anna.

The other girls looked at each other directly, full of some gunpowder meaning, and the plastic sisterhood was undoubtedly revealed.

Then Jost began to play, the piece he had played that night called "Flying Bees".

"Sure enough, it's "Wild Bee Flying".

"Wild bees flying."

"No, it's a flying bumblebee, hahaha."

The girls were very excited and began to talk mouth-to-ear in mosquito-like voices.

The audience was confused???

Whose work is this?

Haven't heard of it?

But it sounds...

"It's like a bee flying." The critic in the corner again made a precise comment.

"The piano technique is not good, but this piece is very interesting."

The tunes he hadn't heard before finally made him a little interested.

The judges also took a keen interest in the piece, and several of them had heard about the brothers that night and told the other judges.

The other judges listened to the story and the tune.

"Now I'm looking forward to that virtuoso named Klaus."

"I've heard his name, and it seems to be a bit of a name for himself in Europe."

Soon the song ended, which was the fastest after so many players.

"Very good tune."

"yes, I don't really poke."

I saw that he said this, and he wrote 'no pass' directly in his hands.

But a lot of the audience was smiling, thinking the piece was interesting and technical, but some shook their heads and cut corners.

In fact, as soon as he took the stage, Jost saw the system's prompt tone.

[Mental fluctuation has been detected, the effect is unknown.] 】

Really!

The Frenchman had gone wrong before, and now he was being attacked by a stand-in.

Whoever attacked himself could only be that golden retriever.

Jost walked off the stage with a very kind smile, and his spirit seemed to be in the middle of a piano competition, and in the end he lost, and the musicality and understanding of the music seemed to be slowly flowing away from his body.

The golden retriever kept a gentle smile at this time in the rest song, thinking: start with the weak first, and harvest slowly.

However, he also wondered at this time: after Jost was absorbed by him, there was no growth or new understanding.

In other words, he can be sure that the song he played before was not original to the short man.

On the stage, Klaus walked up, two meters tall and quite presence, sitting in front of the piano, almost one of the most powerful artists today.

He's always thinking about what he's going to play.

Although his technique is good, what he is best at is not the mechanics of ultra-difficult works, piano technique.

What he is best at is the same as his stand-in, and like his favorite Chopin, he injects his emotions into his music, bringing people into his own music. In essence, he was the same pale man who played "Winter Wind" before.

Originally, he was going to play Chopin's Ballade No. 1.

But.

An unfamiliar melody sounded again.

This time no one had ever heard of it.

After two arpeggios, the introduction ended, and everyone heard this melody like clear waves, as if flowing from not far away.

Simple, gentle and light, everyone present at this time seemed to be twelve or thirteen-year-old girls, praying quietly in the room, perhaps to go out and play a little longer, perhaps wanting a doll, perhaps fantasizing about the boy next door.

The judges, who had gray hair and beards, also raised their heads at this time, and their faces were slightly red.

"What a beautiful tune." At this time, the audience thought that the writer named Chekhov thought that his play should be accompanied by what kind of music.

And the harsh critic in the corner said nothing at this point, closed his eyes, completely immersed in the music, as if he were in a dream space of white light, in a beautiful new dress and smiling in circles, full of simple longing for the future and all good things.

But when he savored it, he could feel the faint sadness in it.

Klaus's key touch is more delicate at this time, coherent and granular, all kinds of meticulous strength and weakness processing pull people up and down, and the girl's complex thoughts and delicate emotions are fully expressed.

On top of that, the stand-in ability was quietly activated.

All are given a duff bonus.

As if they had forgotten the pain, calculations, or all kinds of mental pressure for a moment, some people's perennial frowns were slowly relieved.

With his Olympic hand clenched in her chest, the piece seemed to have touched her soul and even affected Spa in turn.

I saw that Spa also made this action, his eyes widened like a girl, and his beard and muscles softened, making Andre next to him feel all kinds of discomfort.

On one side is good music, and on the other side is a giant bear girl.

At this time, backstage, the golden retriever was even happier, although the song was good, he was sure that he would win.

Because this is a piano competition, a competition, not a performance, simple is a hard injury.

Soon, this musicality and such delicate processing was mine, it was all mine.

At this time, Jost suddenly spit on him.

"You !!"

Even the smile barely kept it.

"I don't want to listen, I'm so uncomfortable, woo woo." Jost was about to vomit on him again.

Looking at Jost's painful appearance, the golden retriever thought in his heart: a waste, this kind of person is also cleaning up some untalented garbage for music, it is really blasphemous.

On the surface, he dodged lightly and leaned sideways to support Jost: "You... Are you okay. ”

"Take me out, I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear anything!! Take me out. ”

The people on the race side were shocked at this time, what's the matter, it's all here, one or two, there won't be mad cow disease recently!? I ate the beef at noon, and his face turned pale.

Seeing that Jost was still gagging, he still asked, "Do you want to help?" ”

At this time, the golden retriever kept a gentlemanly appearance and said, "I took him out to vomit, maybe he ate something bad." ”

"Can you prepare a room for me?" I may need to clean it up in a moment. ”

"Look." Suddenly, he smiled helplessly.

"Okay, we'll arrange it right away."

He was going to deprive Jost of his other talents for a while, squeezing them out completely, and he dared to spit on himself!! He's grown so big and no one has ever spit on him yet!