world number one pianist

Chapter 39 96.33
"Good! Very well said!"

A voice came from behind He Shen, and before He Shen could react, that person came over, patted He Shen on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Yes, your explanation is very good, but it's a pity that this thing is too early for Xiao Tongtong."

He Shen turned his head, it was Wednesday.

Zhou San reached out to touch Zhao Zitong's head, but she threw it away all of a sudden. She was not angry, but asked He Shen with a smile.

"How is it? Did the game go well in the previous game?"

"It's pretty smooth." He Shen nodded.

"It's good that it goes well,...Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I was too anxious before, I'm really sorry."

"Feel sorry?"

He Shen looked at Zhou San inexplicably, not quite understanding what he meant.

Zhou San looked at He Shen and immediately explained.

"I was a bit fierce to you before, I'm sorry, because I was too anxious, the matter of Li Diyun made me very irritable, and I came here early in the morning, and you were not there, so I thought you were an up master .”

Zhou San laughed cheerfully a few times, but seeing that neither He Shen nor Zhao Zitong was smiling, he couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Well, you don't understand the meme, I mean, I thought you were going to let me go..."

"But fortunately, during your competition, I almost settled the matter. I listened carefully to those people criticizing me, then admitted my mistake, apologized, and changed the subject. Naturally, this matter was ignored."

"So, fortunately, those who are in charge of this matter are those who don't do much. If those who are really doing things come to the meeting, it feels like I won't be able to escape for a long time."

"Well, sometimes I really don't know whether it's better to be in charge of the meeting, those who don't do anything, or those who do things."

Zhou San patted the ashes on the ground, struggled to sit down, and moved to He Shen's side. Seeing that He Shen and Zhao Zitong were not very interested in this matter, he couldn't help shrugging his shoulders.

Wednesday took out a piece of paper from his pocket and shook it in front of He Shen.

"No, this, do you want to see it?"

"what is this?"

"Your score!"

Zhou San smiled mysteriously, and handed the paper in his hand to He Shen.

"When I left the conference room, the staff outside gave it to me, because I told them before, let them pay attention to your grades, so I got this."

"I just got it and haven't opened it yet. I don't know the grades inside. Are you interested? Open it and share it with us?"

Wednesday looked at the piece of paper in He Shen's hand expectantly, waiting for He Shen's consent.

He Shen just glanced at the piece of paper in his hand, then shook his head casually, and returned it to Wednesday.

"You open it."

"Huh? Don't you want to enjoy the anticipation of revealing your score?"

"No, there is nothing to look forward to, the final is worth looking forward to."

He Shen shook his head, got up from the steps, patted the ashes on the back of his butt, and stood aside, showing a look of indifference.

Zhao Zitong, who had been sitting on the side, was a little excited. She quickly moved to Zhou San's side, looked at the piece of paper in his hand curiously, patted his arm and said.

"Hurry up, I'm interested, show me."

"He Shen, do you want to show it to your students?" Wednesday asked He Shen.

"random."

He Shen replied indifferently. After getting He Shen's consent, Wednesday immediately opened the report card in his hand, and suddenly froze.

Zhao Zitong, who was sitting on the side, was also a little dazed for a while, seeing the above results.

96.33 points...

Three full marks, one 98, one 95, one 89, one 86, one 82, remove the highest and lowest score, 96.33 points.

There is surprisingly unanimous agreement among those who give low scores.

The performer's bias is too serious, and after consideration, this point is given.

Zhou San frowned at the score, thought about the score he had seen before, and pursed his lips.

Zhao Zitong didn't know why, looking at Zhou San with an ugly face, pushed him hard, and asked in a low voice.

"Well, Uncle Zhou, my teacher, ahem, um, He Shen, isn't this a good grade?"

"It's not bad, it's just..."

Zhou San didn't notice Zhao Zitong calling Teacher He Shen at all, and even if he did, he wouldn't take it seriously, after all, he didn't know about the dispute between He Shen and Zhao Zitong.

He just touched his chin and said with a little uncertainty.

"Well, this result, how to say, can enter the next round, but it is not stable enough. For the next round of results, it is the kind of low-medium result, so..."

"Access to the next round?"

Zhao Zitong suddenly noticed an important point and asked.

"Isn't the preliminary competition three days? Why are the results for the finals decided now?"

"Oh, you said this, our organizing committee discussed that all the scores that you think can enter the next round are set as 90 points. If you think he can enter, then give 90. If you think he can't enter, then Just give 89, 88."

"In this way, when those contestants find out that they have not entered the finals, there will be only a small gap, and they will not be too disappointed."

"For those players who are particularly optimistic, the group of editors should give a very high score, basically 97 to 98. They will never give a score that is not high or low. High scores are used to ensure that the players can enter the next stage. round."

"So, your teacher's current grades can't be said to be bad, but not ideal?"

Touching his chin on Wednesday, he said a little uncertainly that he is a little confused now.

According to the Chopin that He Shen showed him before, it would be easy to win the championship directly, and he could even participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition.

But why, his preliminary results are so poor?There are also serious partial subjects inside...

What does it mean?Does it mean that his other works are played badly?
Zhou San hid his facial expressions, remained calm, and planned to look back at He Shen's video.

If He Shen's other works are performed very poorly, then he may have to reconsider.

Zhao Zitong didn't know what was going on in Zhou San's mind, so she read the comment word by word.

"The performer's bias is too serious. After consideration, give this point? Serious bias?"

She thought about it for a while, but didn't say anything, but hid the thought in her heart.

She absolutely refuses to accept this comment!

Even if He Shen wasn't her teacher, it would be the same. The third movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata was absolutely not bad, even much better than others. How could it be possible to achieve this!
Put away the report card on Wednesday, coughed lightly, and said to He Shen and Zhao Zitong.

"Then what, I'll take this report card back first, and I'll give it to you when the results of the competition are announced later. Don't let your mouth slip, or I will be in bad luck then!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands at the two of them, muttered some words of unknown meaning, and left first.

Now he has to hurry up to find out how He Shen's performance is.

All records are stored in the database of the official website, which can be easily found.

He Shen watched Zhou San leave a long way before approaching Zhao Zitong. He didn't ask about his grades at all and just waved his hand.

"Let's go, go home and continue practicing the piano. You haven't finished your homework today."

"Ah? No way..."

Zhao Zitong wailed, but he had no choice but to obediently follow behind He Shen, walking towards home.

(End of this chapter)