world number one pianist

Chapter 51 The next round of works
As soon as Zhou San came in, he saw Zhao Zitong angrily throwing He Shen's hand aside, turning his head to the side and sulking, he couldn't help but smiled wryly, stepped forward and asked He Shen.

"What's wrong? Why are you lying on the ground? Are you so weak?"

"A little……"

He Shen reached out and rubbed his head, his head was still a little dizzy.

Oh no, maybe it's not called dizziness, it should be a little pain, and I feel a little nauseous, I want to vomit it out.

He had this feeling before. When he didn't take a bath for many days, he went to the bathhouse to soak in the bath without eating breakfast. He didn't feel it when he was in the bath, but he almost disappeared when he came out.

There was obviously nothing in my stomach, but I kept feeling like vomiting, nausea, and my legs were weak.

Simply put, it is hypoglycemia.

He Shen shook his head, struggled to sit up from the chair, looked at Wednesday in front of him, and asked weakly.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just that Xiao Tongtong said that she would come to the backstage to find you, to praise your performance, crying and fussing, so I brought her here."

"I didn't cry and scream!!!"

Zhao Zitong's ears twitched, and suddenly heard Zhou San speak ill of her, his face turned red instantly, after yelling at Zhou San, he snorted, walked outside, and slammed the door of the lounge.

Seeing the back of Zhao Zitong fleeing quickly, Zhou San shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Of course, she doesn't seem to admit it."

"Um……"

He Shen gave a low hum, and ignored Zhou San's teasing of Zhao Zitong, but asked directly.

"What about you, what are you doing here?"

"I?"

Seeing that there was no one around on Wednesday, he pulled a stool, sat down casually, and said to He Shen.

"I have nothing to do, I just came here to ask, how is your preparation for the rematch?"

"The optional repertoire is still Chopin, but it's not Chopin's ballade, it's something else."

"Not Chopin's Ballade?"

Zhou San was obviously stunned for a moment, and he asked uncertainly.

"What are you going to replace it with? Someone else's work, or something else by Chopin?"

"Other works by Chopin, Preludes."

"Which one? Raindrops? Or something? Chopin's preludes are not long, basically one or two minutes long. It's hard for you to get the time right now."

"All."

"all???"

Zhou San was obviously stunned, he stood up abruptly, and after walking around the lounge a few times, he asked He Shen uncertainly.

"Are you sure? You want to play all Chopin Preludes? 24?"

"Ah."

"You really don't play your Chopin Ballade? If you play the Chopin Ballade again, you will at least have a guarantee, a shield behind you to ensure that you enter the final, don't you think about it?"

"Don't play."

"hiss……"

Wednesday gasped, he was a little uncertain now, not sure about He Shen's Chopin Prelude.

After all, he had only heard He Shen's ballad, not his prelude at all, so he was a little bit worried.

but……

Since He Shen played the ballad so well, then he shouldn't play the prelude too badly, right?
Zhou San suddenly thought of this, then sighed, and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Since He Shen wanted to, let him do whatever he wanted. Anyway, for He Shen, he only asked for a result that he could manipulate.

He doesn't care about the middle process.

Wednesday shook his hands helplessly, and said casually.

"Okay, if this is the case, then you choose Chopin's Prelude, and then, what are you going to choose for the whole movement of your sonata? If it is my suggestion, you can play the whole movement of your sonata a little bit, and choose a simpler one? "

Sitting on a chair on Wednesday, he stretched out his hand and said to He Shen.

"No, let me give you an example, just your round of competition, you can find a coincidence."

"You don't want to play particularly laborious works. You can choose some simple works and work hard on the processing. If you can do it, then you can beat the big with the small."

"For example, some works of Mozart, K333 that someone has played before, or Haydn's works, such as Haydn's Piano Sonata No. 50, and Beethoven's works. It's too tiring."

"Or something else, the Scarlatti Sonata? Or do you have any ideas?"

He Shen looked at Wednesday in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he hesitated a little.

"Mozart K330."

"K330??? Are you sure??? That piece is not simple. The musicality in it is very complicated. This is the work written by Mozart when he was in the most difficult time. Do you really plan to play this piece?" ?” Zhou San was surprised.

"Well, I'm sure..."

He Shen nodded, then closed his eyes to let his mind empty.

He had practiced this piece K330 before, and he played it reasonably well.

If calculated according to the grading level given to him by the system, this work should be at the professional level, but it has just stepped into the professional level, which is slightly worse than his pile of preludes.

If he could, he wouldn't want to do that either. He also wanted to play Chopin's Ballade No. [-] and get a high score, but obviously, he couldn't.

A whole work requires a lot of physical strength to perform.

From the moment you press the first note, you have to pay attention to the feedback the keyboard gives to your fingers, the transparency of the sound, the color of the phrase, the tension of the harmony, all kinds of things.

The brain has too many things to think about, and it is not single-threaded thinking, but multi-threaded.

Those composers like to write multi-part works very much, so that phrases not only exist in the high-pitched part, but also hidden in the middle and low-pitched part.

At this time, you have to play two parts with one hand, and four parts with two hands.

If you are unlucky, you will not be able to play a work well without enough brains when you come across a work with pentatonic parts in cooperation with both hands.

The deeper your understanding of the work, the more things you have to pay attention to, so...

He Shen has no choice. He is not physically strong enough to support him to think for so long, especially the expert-level works that have been thought for so long.

He could only settle for the next best thing and play two professional works.

After all, in this arena, the proficiency level is enough.

Among the people He Shen met, Yue Li was the one with the strongest level and strength. Without relying on the help of anyone else, he reached the specialization level, which was close to the expert level.

The other players are basically below the specialization level.

In the round of the semifinals, if there is no mistake in the calculation, then a professional performance should be enough.

He Shen got up from the sofa and shook his head. Feeling that his hypoglycemia symptoms had improved a lot, he walked unsteadily to the door and patted the head of Zhao Zitong who was standing outside the door listening to the two talking. .

"Go, go back to practice the piano."

(End of this chapter)