My singer girlfriend is super fierce

The golden hall can accommodate about [-] spectators.

The tickets for this concert were sold out nearly a month ago, and almost everyone came for Zillman's name.

However, there was only one focus of the audience at this time, and that was the black-haired, yellow-skinned pianist in the center of the stage.

In the middle of the performance, the combination of the piano sound and the percussion sound made the rhythm of the whole piece light and joyful, as if to tell that this struggle is entering a fierce stage, the suffering is coming to an end, and everyone is working hard.

Throughout the golden hall, the emotions of all the audience changed with Ye Zhiqiu's playing.

The performance continued, and the sound of a certain heavy blow disappeared, leaving only the sound of the piano, which changed from cheerful performance to slow down and quiet.

The two-second transition seems to be saying that I am tired, take a break, and the audience is also about to take a breath.

But Ye Zhiqiu really just paused for a moment, before everyone's agitated mood calmed down, the atmosphere ignited again.

Accompanied by the sound of the piccolo simulating the sound of birds in the orchestra, the sound of the piano became thick and fast again, and in conjunction with the heavy percussion, the whole scene ignited again.

Tangtang, who is a layman in music, understands this time.

She suddenly understood the title of this piano piece, and the current performance seemed to be telling the end and the coming victory.

At the end of the performance, Ye Zhiqiu tapped the keys slowly and lightly with his fingers, and the human voice Humai appeared briefly, as if saying "We are about to win the victory".

The tragic and unyielding sense of history is vividly displayed in the music.

At some point, Tangtang's eyes were slightly wet. Like him, the eyes of many audience members were already filled with tears.

Perhaps this is the charm and power of music, which transcends language and national borders, expresses the emotions that need to be expressed and stimulated, and conveys them to every audience through the performers.

In the end, when Ye Zhiqiu flicked his fingers across the keys, as the speed of Zillman's baton gradually slowed down, the whole piece came to an end in a few repeated notes, and the performance ended perfectly.

The lingering sound seemed to be still floating above the golden hall, and the scene was still silent. No audience made a sound, as if they couldn't bear to interrupt the atmosphere.

Ye Zhiqiu stood up, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to the audience.

"Clap clap clap!"

An audience member in the VIP seat in the front stood up and applauded vigorously.

The applause quickly spread throughout the hall like dominoes, and all the audience stood up, and the applause roared.

On the stage, the entire symphony orchestra also stood up, together with Zillman, facing Ye Zhiqiu's direction, smiling proudly and applauding.

The talent of this young Chinese performer has already conquered them.

Tangtang felt that her hand was definitely red, but she didn't care.

It’s too shocking!

On the other side, Huahai Media University and others were equally excited.

What excited them was not only Ye Zhiqiu's music, but more importantly, the reaction of thousands of spectators.

"Bravo!"

"My God!"

"What did he say the song was called?!"

"I remembered, he is the creator of "Flight of the Bumble Bee"!"

"Genius! This is genius!"

The atmosphere at the scene was completely boiling, and Ye Zhiqiu thanked him three times in a row before he was able to exit successfully.

At the end of the performance, the audience gradually left the stage with a feeling of reluctance, but the media reporters who learned the news rushed up like bees.

Tonight's show is bound to become a classic!

These reporters have a very keen sense of smell, and after realizing this fact, they searched for the young Chinese performer like crazy.

Ye Zhiqiu was finally blocked in the background, and had to temporarily organize a simple interview session with the assistance of the staff.

Many excited foreign media reporters surrounded Ye Zhiqiu layer by layer, asking questions one by one.

"Mr. Ye, is this piano piece really composed by you?!"

"You are the first Chinese musician to perform in the Golden Hall in recent years, what do you think?"

"As far as I know, you are a very famous pop singer in China. Does tonight's performance mean that you will develop into the classical music industry in the future?"

The situation at the scene was too chaotic, and in the end, the staff called the rolls immediately, and Ye Zhiqiu answered the questions of which media outlets they called, and now many reporters calmed down a little.

After Ye Zhiqiu finished answering another question, the staff randomly pointed to a direction that they hadn't pointed to just now.

"Entertainment Weekly reporter, sir, please ask."

The white reporter who was targeted was overjoyed, and was about to ask a question when a voice suddenly came.

"next."

Everyone was taken aback, and the white reporter hurriedly shouted: "It's my turn, I haven't asked any questions yet!"

Ye Zhiqiu's face was calm, as if he didn't hear the other party's cry, he repeated it.

"next."

The other reporters also felt that something was wrong at this time. Looking at the white reporters, many of them quickly realized the reason why Ye Zhiqiu refused to answer.

The white reporter named for "Entertainment Weekly" named Ballmer is also quite well-known in the industry. He deliberately provoked trouble at the film festival, and then published an article in the media to discredit Ye Zhiqiu.

The white reporter Ballmer's face was suffocated, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in disbelief:

"Why, I am a reporter, I have the right to interview!"

"Why?" Ye Zhiqiu shrugged and said in a flat tone, "Because I'm not interested in answering your question. Is this reason enough?"

Ballmer was going crazy. He didn't expect this Chinese man to refuse his interview in full view. There were reporters all over the place. Isn't he afraid that his image will be affected by the report?

"I protest!"

Ballmer said angrily: "You are blatantly discriminatory!"

"I want to expose you in the media!"

The hearts of many reporters present jumped slightly. The word "discrimination" is very sensitive. Ye Zhiqiu is not easy to accept this big hat.

"Discrimination, no, no, no." Of course Ye Zhiqiu didn't agree with him, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.

"I think this is a personal grudge."

After the voice fell, the faces of many reporters at the scene became a little exciting.

Almost most of the foreign reporters present were contacting Ye Zhiqiu for the first time. They even just knew about this person. They thought that the musician who played the piano was from China, so he should have a gentle and refined image.

However, now everyone realizes that they seem to be wrong. This young man's temper is a bit... special.

At least, it has nothing to do with the word "gentleman".

No one cared about the deflated reporter Ballmer who left with a dark face, and no one at the scene felt that there was a big problem with Ye Zhiqiu's attitude just now.

Although this young man from Huaxia looks a little arrogant, but...all these seem insignificant under the talent he displayed.