world number one pianist

Chapter 50
As soon as his voice came out, the other judges woke up suddenly and began to sigh.

"That's right, why did I give him such a high score for the previous work? How do you give him this work now?"

"That's right, I definitely want to give full marks to this work. The problem is, I also gave full marks to my previous work. If the two are compared, the previous work should be around 60 points."

"Ah, I'm sorry, how can I give my score for this song!"

"Headache, headache, headache, hiss, this score is too high now, if I give him such a high score, will the score collapse later..."

All the judges began to sigh, and they looked at each other with sympathy in their eyes.

Before giving He Shen a song called Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon, they had already given He Shen a preliminary score, and the final score they gave would only be the average of the two.

Faced with such a perfect work, they couldn't find any reason to give this Chopin Ballade No. [-] a bad review.

I even felt that if I gave this work a score of 99, it would be considered an insult.

So in this case, the scores of all of them are basically 95 points and upwards. If the highest and lowest scores are removed, the average score is definitely 98, 99.

In fact, if it's just that, it's okay.

But the problem is, they used to be the standard Yue Li, and they gave him a score of 96 points.

The other scores given later are basically below 96 points.

That is to say, if there is no one else behind who can surpass Yue Li, then a very spectacular phenomenon can be seen.

Everyone's grades were 91, 92, and then slowly rose to 95.

At 95, with a snap, I flew directly from 95 to 98, 99, leaving everyone behind.

How the hell does this work?This score is strange at first glance, what will the players in the back think when they see these scores?
Will you feel disappointed in your artistic life because of this failure?

"How about not showing the score?"

Suddenly, one of the judges spoke. He looked around at the other judges, pursed his lips, licked his dry and chapped lips with his tongue, and whispered.

"If you don't show them the scores, but only show the candidates who have advanced, and add another one, sorted by name, not by score, will it..."

"..."

Everyone was silent. They were a little moved by this proposal.

However, this is tantamount to deception, and it seems that their entire judging group is particularly unprofessional.

But what if you are not professional?Really show this score of 98, 99 to everyone, and tell them that everyone else is a hot chicken?

I'm afraid it won't be directly blasted the next day.

"Ahem, um, that's a good proposal, so let's do it."

"Haha, that's right, that's pretty good. If there are any disputes then, let's give points to the contestants."

"That's right, we don't need to be obsessed with this all the time, the competition is important, the competition is important, these weird things, let those organizing committees have a headache."

All the judges laughed and pretended nothing happened. They filled in He Shen's score and handed it over to the staff standing aside, asking them to hand in the score.

And also attached their proposals for the promotion formula, I hope the organizing committee can consider it carefully.

"By the way, he has already played Chopin's Ballade No. [-] and Chopin's Ballade No. [-]. In the next round, will he choose Ballade No. [-] or Ballade No. [-]?"

"Who knows? But whatever it is, I'm sure he can play well."

Everyone smiled and packed up the things on the table, preparing to leave the venue first and find a place to eat and rest.

From nine o'clock in the morning until almost two o'clock now, they have been in a state of fasting. They drank a little water during the period. They really couldn't stand it anymore and needed to find something to eat.

The same was true for He Shen. After he bowed three times in a row to the extremely enthusiastic audience, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he almost couldn't stop, and staggered on the stage.

Fortunately, he forcibly controlled his body, quickly took out a lollipop from his pants pocket, and before he had time to carefully tear open the package, he yanked it and threw the lollipop into his mouth.

After the sweet smell completely spread in his mouth, he let out a breath slowly, shook his head, and walked off the stage.

Everyone didn't notice his abnormality, but thought that he was too fond of candy, and just after the game ended, they were anxious to eat another lollipop.

In this way, after the staff announced the intermission, everyone left the concert hall, and He Shen also walked towards the sliding door, stumbled into the lounge, refused the staff's help, sat directly on the sofa, and took a deep breath .

Sweat flowed from his forehead, soaking his broken hair, coupled with his pale face, he looked extremely weak.

Irregular eating for a long time, coupled with the habit of eating sugar as a meal, and overusing his brain, almost made him fall directly on the stage.

"Later... there is a whole sonata, half an hour's performance..."

He Shen raised his head slightly and leaned against the wall behind, thinking about the upcoming game, he was a little dazed for a while.

He didn't expect his body to be so poor recently. He almost fainted after playing a concert for more than 15 minutes.

Then for the next 30 minutes, an hour of the game, how should I persevere?
and also……

He Shen took out the lollipop wrapper that he had just torn off in a hurry from his pocket, his eyes full of worry.

I, I just tore the candy paper, I tore it in such a hurry, I tore the edge of the candy paper!
His obsessive-compulsive disorder made him look at this candy paper very awkwardly, and his whole body felt even more uncomfortable. His stomach was overwhelmed, and he couldn't help but close his eyes immediately, out of sight and out of mind.

Why, I have to tear the candy paper in such a hurry, it hurts so much...

"He Shen! He Shen! He Shen, are you in there? Let me tell you, your performance just now is really great! I especially like the Chopin Ballade No. [-] that you just played, I don't even want to practice it My story is over..."

A burst of noise came from outside the door. Zhao Zitong pushed open the door of the lounge, talking non-stop, halfway through speaking, he was stunned.

At this moment, He Shen in front of her was pale, sweaty, and lying weakly on the sofa in the lounge, holding a piece of plastic paper in his hand, looking half dead.

It's like being poisoned and assassinated.

"He Shen! What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Zhao Zitong was nervous, and quickly ran to He Shen's side, quickly took He Shen's hand, and looked up and down to see if he was uncomfortable.

He Shen feebly raised the candy wrapper in his hand, and sighed slowly.

"The candy wrapper is broken."

"Candy wrapper..."

Zhao Zitong felt that his sincerity had fed the dog, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he swung He Shen's hand aside.

"There's no help, just wait to die."

(End of this chapter)