Mu San was in the audience and took out the camera he bought on a special trip, eager to witness Ye Nanqing's embarrassing moment.
He wanted to record Ye Nanqing's extremely unpleasant music, so that Master Si would hate this woman every time he listened to it!
At that time, Ye Nanqing walked to the piano, with a look of disgust on his face.
"Please ask the organizer to help me get a new piano. This piano is already dirty."
After the words fell, the host was stunned for a moment.
Who would make such a request?
Whose squeamish princess is this?
At this time, Gu Sihan in the audience waved his hand and said in a deep voice:
"Change!"
The organizer took a look.
I understood immediately.
It turned out to be the squeamish princess from the boss's family.
Then a brand new piano was carried over in a hurry.
The audience in the audience showed contempt.
"It's so hypocritical! There are so many things going on before she even starts playing. I don't know why the organizer is pampering her!"
"Usually this kind of person is a good person who likes to show off. Just watch."
At this time, Song Baiyuan's shocked voice came from the judges' seat:
"Girl! Why is your hand injured?"
God knows how dazzling the white gauze wrapped around the fingers cared for by the angel was in his eyes!
He was so anxious, worry could be seen in his eyes, that he almost ran over to see her wounds regardless of her appearance.
Song Baiyuan's abnormal behavior caused everyone to cast strange looks at him.
"Ahem!" Song Baiyuan forced himself to calm down, "I mean... classmate Ye Nanqing, I think your hand seems to be injured. How can you continue to participate in the competition like this?"
Only then did the audience notice Ye Nanqing's left index finger and middle finger wrapped in gauze.
"It doesn't matter." The girl on the stage said without changing her expression, "I will change the fingering of my left hand and use eight fingers to play this piece, and it will be the same."
As soon as these words came out, even Song Baiyuan was shocked.
"Girl, did you forget that you are going to play "Western Fantasia"?"
Use eight fingers to play this song?
Even if it were him, he wouldn't dare to say that this is something a human being can do.
"How is that possible?" Ye Anya sneered coldly.
This piece of music had such complicated fingering techniques. She wished she could use two more fingers to play it. Ten fingers were enough, and eight fingers was even more nonsense!
What's more, she injured her most important index and middle fingers.
Ye Nanqing, Ye Nanqing, how dare you say such a thing?
"Would you know if you can play it or not?" Faced with the strange looks from the audience, Ye Nanqing ignored it at all.
Her hands covered the keys.
Immediately, the nimble fingers jumped quickly on it, as fast as a ghost.
The sound of the piano sounded, gradually getting better and more exciting.
Different from the stiff and dull playing by Anya Ye before, this time, the syllables are clear and permeable.
When it is warm, it is like a roaring torrent, stirring people's heart; when it is deep, it is like a dark night, silent and cold.
It reminded countless people of the song they heard while passing by the art museum, and then they recognized it.
"It turns out that the person who played this piece in the art museum was not Ye Anya, but Ye Nanqing!"
"..."
When the song ended, the whole house was excited. Everyone looked at the girl on the high platform with incredible eyes, as if they were worshiping a god.
Ye Anya's face turned pale and her eyes were filled with shock!
At that moment, it was as if the blood had solidified in her blood vessels, and she felt a chill all over her body.
How can this be?
Even if you can play with eight fingers, how can you become so fluent overnight after changing your fingering technique?
Is this still Ye Nanqing?
When Song Baiyuan, who was sitting on the judges' table, looked at Ye Nanqing's expression, it was more like looking at a rare treasure, as if he was afraid that someone would take it away from her.
How much potential does this girl have that this old man doesn't know about?
He really wanted to cut open her head and see if the things in her brain were the same as those of ordinary people.
"Impossible!" Mu San held up the camera in confusion, "Am I dazzled? Is that really Ye Nanqing on the stage?"
Although this woman is not a very good person, she plays the piano... really well.
"Have you recorded it all?" Gu Sihan had a smile on his lips and looked at the girl on the stage with eyes full of relief, "After you record it, send it to me. I will listen to it every day."
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses at the judges’ table said in a deep voice:
"This student is extremely talented and is suitable for joining our art department at Beijing University."
He is a piano professor at the Art Department of Peking University, and he was also invited to be a judge this time.
"No!" Song Baiyuan jumped up anxiously, "Such a good talent will only be buried if she goes to your art department at Beijing University. She should come to our association. This is the best way."
"What's the point of going to a broken association?" Another middle-aged woman with sharp eyes stood up, "I can tell, this girl is the most suitable for our aura in Hai Da!"
"Aura?" Another judge sneered, "I think you are just wishful thinking! This student must come to our Harmanton Conservatory of Music!"
"..."
The host finally recovered from the shock caused by the sound of the piano and prepared to call the next contestant to come on...
I glanced over and saw that the experts on the judges' bench were actually fighting. I quickly went over to start a fight.
In the end, because the host and several judges and teachers were seriously injured, the competition was notified to be put on hold until the afternoon...
The people in Class 7 looked at Ye Nanqing from disdain and suspicion to admiration.
"Oh my god! How come I didn't know Ye Nanqing was so good at playing the piano? Forgive me for scolding her a little louder just now."
"Wow, wow, I was wrong, Ye Nanqing, you are a god."
"..."
in the corner.
Ye Anya looked at Ye Nanqing who was surrounded by everyone, her face gradually twisted!
Today was originally her home court.
If it weren't for Ye Nanqing, she would be the one that all the judges are clamoring for now.
Damn it, when exactly did Ye Nanqing go practice piano behind her back?
How much does she still know that she doesn't know?
On the other side, the first thing Ye Nanqing did after stepping down was to find Gu Sihan.
She was full of joy, like a little kid who got perfect scores and asked her parents for candy. She raised her starry eyes and looked at Gu Sihan, "How was it? Did I play well just now? Did you like it?"
Gu Sihan stroked her head lovingly, smiling from ear to ear, "That sounds great, my Qingqing is more powerful than I thought."
How could he not like the way her little girl was glowing on the stage just now?
Like it very much.
Lu Ran came over and said, "Master Si, my sister-in-law is so good at playing the piano... I'm afraid she will attract many love rivals for you again."
"So what?" Gu Sihan's eyes remained as usual, "My girl never has to hide her excellence. Even if she is so bright that she causes countless troubles, I will spare no effort to protect her."
"Haha!" Lu Ran laughed dryly, "Brother Si, you understand love."
He thought of something again and looked at Ye Nanqing with encouraging eyes, "Sister-in-law, I think if you practice more diligently, maybe one day you can be on par with Ye Fei, the youngest piano goddess in China."
"Haha!" Ye Nanqing laughed awkwardly, "I will work hard."