Chapter 300: The Artist of the Slums.

Both students could hear it.

And the judges present, Li Jinglin, naturally heard it.

Li Jinglin couldn't help frowning slightly.

Musical instrument rentals, in fact, are very common.

The most common is the piano.

There is no such thing as a musician buying a piano and hiring a team to carry it around.

The violin is much less in comparison.

But there are also good piano rentals.

These doorways may seem difficult to navigate, but in fact, any beginner performer can actually know these ways.

In such a game.

I used a very, very ordinary piano.

It's hard for Li Jinglin not to frown.

It's not that I'm dissatisfied or disgusted.

But I feel that this person is too big.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

The violin, the quality of the instrument is so important.

It may not be obvious in a recording or audio file, but in this kind of concert hall, the slightest flaw will be infinitely magnified.

Some people may think that a sword master can use powerful sword skills even with reeds.

But come on, that's fantasy, at least it has to be a high martial artist with a bit of mystery.

In the real world, if you don't give the guy in your hand, you can't really do it.

The sound quality of the violin, and its carefully selected variety of rare woods, the level of craftsmanship, and the craftsmanship.

It's really closely related.

If you hold a cucumber in your hand, you will definitely not be able to compare with a wooden sword, and if you hold a wooden sword, you will definitely be cut by a steel sword.

The sound quality of the violin is exactly that.

If the strength is poor, maybe a good piano will be pulled into a saw.

Perhaps, winning or losing may not be, and the level may not be.

But the piano is not good, the sound quality is not good, no matter how strong you are, you will definitely be subject to quite a huge limitation.

Give a stick to a person who has practiced martial arts for ten years, you can beat a child, you can beat an ordinary person, but if a child carries a knife, it is not a little bit B.

That's why Li Jinglin feels it.

This black dude is a bit of a big one.

But in the process of inspection, Li Jinglin found that this black buddy's clothes were also very casual.

In fact, the other contestants are not too exaggerated, let alone gorgeous, and even very simple, simply more in line with the occasion and more polite performance outfits.

Say.

Shirt bow tie, girls are not revealing long skirts.

However, compared to this black buddy.

The rest of them are simply gorgeous.

"It's not going to be native Africans."

Li Jinglin was stunned.

As a matter of fact.

In the world of classical music, black musicians are not uncommon internationally.

But most of them were lighthouse people, and some of them were European countries.

Let's say France

Strictly speaking, these people are "of African descent", but they are by no means African.

It turns out that this is a well-known musician for decades and truly pure Africans.

There really aren't many.

Very little out.

At least, I haven't seen it at the Paganini Violin Competition in all these years.

But as the performance progresses.

Li Jinglin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Although the piano is so-so.

But judging from the performance effect, it is really good.

Although it can't be said how much of the top.

But at least judging from the current performance, it can be regarded as a medium level.

It's already a bit scary.

After all, his piano is really bad.

Give him a better piano, maybe in terms of performance effect, it may not be comparable to those top seeded players in this event, but it is said to be a superior level, and there is a great possibility.

End of the show.

The judges briefly made some comments on the black buddies.

Sure enough.

One of the judges pushed his glasses and spoke slowly.

"It's a pity that your piano is relatively ordinary, which limits your performance, my suggestion is that if you can have a chance to advance, then you can find the organizing committee to borrow one, and it is not very expensive."

As a matter of fact.

For true geniuses.

A lot of treatment and friendliness are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Especially at top art competitions.

The subject of the exhibition should always be the humanistic care of the art practitioners.

There may be cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in the field of art, but at least in this case, there must be a minimum bottom line to keep this pure land.

Able to get this far.

Neither the audience, nor the judges, nor even the opponents, want to see a great performer, limited by the "weapon" in his hand.

In the confusion of the black buddies, everyone suddenly realized.

The man didn't seem to know much Italian.

Normally.

There will be a translator.

But the translator is also confused.

The black buddy speaks the authentic hometown dialect, and he understands a little Italian and English, but not much.

At least the judges' level of language proficiency, the black buddies are a little incomprehensible.

But translation is translation after all.

With the translation of the gesture of hands, and a single word of a word, English and Italian jumped a little bit.

The black buddy still understood what it meant.

A look of surprise was revealed.

Even bowed to the judges.

Stumbling into English.

"Thank you."

“.”

Li Jinglin covered his face.

But it's not that I'm speechless or funny, it's just a little helpless.

Because

The performance of this black buddy from the moment he came to power made Li Jinglin have a question in his mind.

How did this guy get to this level of competition?

Soon, the black buddies went down.

The game continued.

After today's game, Li Jinglin took the two apprentices back to the hotel.

At the time of eating.

Liu Chenyang said to Li Jinglin with interest.

"Brother Lin, do you remember, in this competition, there is a black buddy, which is quite unusual."

"Oh, you said he, I know, it's the piano that's more ordinary?"

"Yes, yes! That's him! ”

Speaking of which.

Liu Chenyang suddenly smiled.

"Brother Lin, I inquired with others later."

"This man's name is Sampmakoba, an authentic African buddy, and you can't imagine where he was born and raised."

"Oh? Where is it? ”

Li Jinglin raised his eyebrows.

looked at Liu Chenyang.

"Kibera slums."

"Yes, it's the zombie city in Kenya, the one that sucks aviation fuel."

“?”

Li Jinglin raised his head.

It was just shocking.

Good guys.

This is really from a slum.

To be able to come here.

And you can show such a level.

Li Jinglin could only shout "Lying Cow B".

Not to mention coming from Zombie City to this level of event.

He alone can know the violin and even play the violin in the slums of Kibera.

This can already be said to be a miracle.

"I'll go, it's ridiculous."

Luo Shiyao's eyes widened as well.

couldn't help but glance at Li Jinglin.

After all.

In Luo Shiyao's cognition.

The last one was so outrageous, it had to depend on Li Jinglin.

“.”

Feel Luo Shiyao's gaze.

Li Jinglin suddenly waved his hand again and again and shook his head fiercely.

"It's not comparable, this is the real NB, if you want to change me, I'm afraid I don't have to become a small land plane, a fuel drinker."

The environment shapes people.

If he was in that kind of growth environment, Li Jinglin would not dare to pat his chest and brag B that he could be better than Samp Makoba, and he would not even dare to say that he could become a performer.

I'm afraid it's not where the cat is sucking aviation fuel.

After all, this country, in Li Jinglin's impression, is a little unsupportable.

It's okay if people are willing to fall.

Huaxia gave so much assistance, and even bit Huaxia back.

The reasons are outrageous.

It's not that the West is bad, it's not that there is a problem with China, and it's not that people are wary of the Chinese people.

Pure greed.

It's just that you Ah Zhong is a good person and wants to take the opportunity to blackmail.

As a result, Huaxia directly withdrew all aid.

The consequence

Smoke aviation fuel, what else do you eat?

"This man is quite bizarre indeed."

Xu Xin couldn't help but smack his tongue and began to continue.

"It is said that when the United Nations was doing something there, he went to several international artists, and one of them played the violin, which affected him, and then he had to save money to learn the violin."

"Brother Lin, you also know, how can there be any strong teachers in that place, and it is difficult to find a beginner teacher. No, it's hard for him to save money to learn, or people teach him because they see him pitiful. ”

"Later, as soon as he taught like this, he was discovered by his talent, and his teacher was amazed by his sensitivity and talent in music, and later not only did not ask him for money, but even gave him a piano, but his teacher actually had no money, let alone any connections."

"As a result, do you dare to think that this person can reach the current level by practicing with his head bored?"

Think about this.

Liu Chenyang and Xu Xin felt a little depressed.

When I met such a black buddy, I always felt that my piano practice was in the dog's stomach.

"You're overestimating him."

"It's just that he's a bit ruthless, so in the assessment of strength, you will unconsciously raise it to a higher level."

Li Jinglin smiled and shook his head.

"I don't talk about his conditions, I just talk about his strength objectively."

"His skills, as well as his narrative ability, can only be regarded as downstream among all the players."

"Of course, I'm not saying that he is not good, he is from this background, he is already very good if he can not look for aviation fuel, but that he has an objective level of ability on the violin."

"What's really tough about him is that he handles the sound quality really well, and he works really well on the beatmap."

"The disadvantages of dead practice have indeed appeared, I feel that he can advance a few times, but it is estimated that it will be difficult later."

Speaking of which.

Li Jinglin couldn't help but sigh again.

"Tsk, but to get to this point, his goal has actually been achieved."

"yes."

Liu Chenyang and Xu Xin couldn't help but nodded.

The Paganini Violin Competition is purely about strength.

So capricious that he doesn't even give a gold award.

Of course, it is impossible to feel compassion because of the origin of a certain player.

Black buddies want to go to the back, that's impossible.

But it's enough to show up.

Because, Li Jinglin and others all know that the intention of the black buddies is not to get rankings, but for the channel!

Whether it's a channel for renting a piano, or a channel for making money.

He had to "come" to the violin world to get his hands on these things.

Otherwise, in his own home, so marginal, even if he has the ability, but if you practice, how to go abroad, how to hold concerts, how to sign a brokerage company to make money, where to rent a piano, I don't know.

No matter how NB is, it is useless.

For a lot of people, the most familiar thing.

may be the hardest for this black buddy.

"Tsk, when I saw him, I remembered our predecessors, and at that time, they also came over like this."

Liu Chenyang couldn't help but shake his head.

Speaking of this, Liu Chenyang looked at Li Jinglin.

"Brother Lin, do you think this black buddy can go backwards?"

"Obviously not."

Li Jinglin shook his head.

The black buddy is really good, medium level, if you change to a good piano, it is likely to be superior.

But it can't be helped.

At this point, this is the preliminaries.

There can only be a maximum of 12 who can actually reach the semi-finals.

In other words, among the current competitors, even the best horses.

It is also possible to be kicked off the track because of your ugly appearance or accidentally stumbling on your foot, which is very cruel.

This black buddy, there is basically no possibility of promotion.

"I'm probably going to be a little busy after that, and I have a lot of soundtracks to do, so I won't be following you guys after the heats."

Li Jinglin's words changed.

"I'll come back in the semi-finals."

Hearing this, Liu Chenyang was stunned.

The ghost messenger asked.

"And what if we don't make it to the semifinals?"

(End of chapter)