Cannon Fodder's Counterattack [Transmigration Book]

The noise in the backstage ended with the departure of the police, and the staff responsible for managing order drove the restless contestants back to their respective places like shepherds.

Ran Yichu looked at the few contestants left in the waiting room, and sat in a corner, thinking palely.

The road ahead is long, and perhaps more dangerous things will happen in the future.

He should have been careful to avoid such low-level mistakes, but it still happened.

This time it was just a fluke, he was not disqualified from the competition, what about the next few official competitions?

After taking the antidiarrheal medicine, it still had some effect. He no longer thought about going to the bathroom frequently, until it was almost his turn, and then he got up and went to the bathroom after hearing the doctor's words.

"Although it is said that Ran Yichu was miserable and was framed like this, the jury opened the back door for him, which feels a bit unfair."

"I don't think it's unfair. If Ran Yichu can represent our people in this competition, shouldn't he be proud? Over the years, how many Chinese people have really stood on the world stage? I will feel very sorry for losing the opportunity. Anyway, I am quite optimistic about him."

"That's right, Ran Yichu is indeed very good, I hope he can go well in today's game."

"I'm going to watch him play the piano in the audience later, do you want to come together?"

"sure."

Following the footsteps of the two boys leaving, the sound of communication gradually faded away until it disappeared.

Ran Yichu went out of the toilet and stood at the sink to wash his face, then twitched his mouth at himself in the mirror: Come on!

"How are you feeling now?" The staff on the side looked at him with concern and asked worriedly.

"It's much better." After Ran Yichu finished speaking, he smiled slightly at the other party.

"come on!"

"Thank you."

After the contestants on the stage bowed and came down, Ran Yichu took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage with even steps.

He looked at the judges and teachers in the audience and the other contestants sitting at the back watching, and bowed deeply.

Everyone looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could bring you a wonderful performance.

Ran Yichu did not let them down either. With his rich stage experience, self-confidence beyond the crowd, and explosive performance, he is expressing to everyone that he is a born king.

"This...why do I feel that he is stronger than Shen Yanqiao?"

"Damn it, is it a hallucination?"

"I feel that he has surpassed Shen Yanqiao."

"It's amazing."

Ran Yichu has two works for this competition, one is Liszt's etude "Wild-o'-the-wisps" and the other is Liszt's piano solo "Mephisto Waltz".

These two works can be called devil's work, requiring a super-high level of performance, and the player must control the mastery of each skill in the piece.

When Ran Yichu was indulging in the music and enjoying the joy of playing the piano, everyone in the audience looked dull.

This is no longer something that an ordinary player can play. To be able to play the song like this, then how much effort has been put into it behind the scenes.

"This Ran Yichu is not easy." One of the judges lamented.

"I'm afraid, the level has surpassed all of us here." Another judge teacher had to admit Ran Yichu's excellence.

"I really want to see which god his teacher is."

"Teacher Ran, with Chuqin skills so high, why didn't you think of taking him to participate in the competition before? Otherwise, he would have become famous a long time ago." The judge next to Mr. Ran asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"In the past, I thought he liked to play, so I let him go." Old Man Ran squinted his eyes slightly, indulged in the sound of Ran Yichu's piano with enjoyment, and hummed indifferently.

"This child needs to be cultivated well. Maybe he will be the second Liszt."

"If he wants to reach the level of Liszt, he is still far away."

Ran Yichu on the stage was sweating, his hands overlapping the keys like phantoms.

Today, he is wearing a white shirt, his ear-length hair is brushed back and fixed with pomade, and his face is full of confidence that was not seen in the past.

He was born to belong to the stage, and his demeanor is elegant and atmospheric.

Eyes closed, eyelashes drooping like feathers.

Sweat fell from the tip of a hair drooping on his forehead to the delicate tip of his nose.

This is the stage he loves, the place where he expresses his emotions to the fullest.

He finally regained the feeling of his previous life.

When he finished the last note, the audience beside him seemed to have not reacted yet.

It wasn't until he stood up that the audience came to their senses and burst into loud applause.

This is the applause that belongs to him, and it is also the applause that agrees with him.

"Fuck! It's too explosive, is this something that people do?"

"I suspect that he is possessed by Liszt."

"It's just a tentacle monster."

With a smile on his face, Ran Yichu walked to the center of the stage and bowed gentlemanly to the people below.

In his ears, he vaguely heard someone praising him.

When he got up, he gave a slight nod to Mr. Ran, and then turned around and stepped off the stage.

The morning competition ended with Ran Yi's first performance of "Mephisto Waltz".

"At the beginning, wait a moment!" Someone behind him stopped him.

"Principal Wang?" Ran Yichu turned around and stopped when he saw Dean Wang walking from the judges' seat.

"There is a welcome party in the courtyard tonight, do you want to come?" Dean Wang asked.

"A welcome party?" Ran Yichu hesitated.

"I just saw your performance, and I want to invite you to the welcome party tonight." Dean Wang said.

"Will it be bad?"

"I'll arrange for the student union to put your show at the end."

"But I haven't prepared the repertoire yet." Ran Yichu said worriedly.

"This is not a big problem. As long as you are willing to go on stage, you can play whatever you want." Dean Wang was very generous and didn't care.

"Then I'll come and see you in the afternoon." Ran Yichu said.

"it is good."

"What are you talking about?" At this moment, old man Ran also came backstage.

"Old artist, your grandson is amazing." Dean Wang praised him head-on.

"If you continue to boast, this child will probably float to the sky." Old Man Ran laughed loudly.

"This is not boasting. The facts are in front of me. I'm just telling the truth."

"My grandson, the recent performance really surprised me, the change is great."

"Let's have a meal together and continue talking?" Dean Wang invited.

"Yes." Old Master Ran nodded in agreement.

"Teachers, I have to go back first." Ran Yichu interrupted their interest.

"What's the matter at home?" Old Master Ran frowned.

"Yueyue hasn't been very comfortable these two days, I want to go back and see her."

"Is it serious?" Hearing that the little guy was not feeling well, Old Man Ran also became nervous.

"It's not serious, maybe I caught a cold while sleeping."

"Then go back quickly." Old Master Ran nodded.

"Then I'll go first, the teachers can talk slowly." Ran Yichu said hello and went out through the back door without waiting for the others to speak.

He took a taxi back home, and Sister Li was cooking lunch.

"Mr. Mu is here." Sister Li walked out of the kitchen to remind him.

"Ah."

Ran Yichu turned his head to look at the closed baby room, and decided to go back to the room first.

Probably hearing the commotion outside, the door of the baby room opened quickly, and Mu Yihe came out holding the little guy.

"How is the baby?" Ran Yichu thought for a while, then stepped forward to ask, and then looked down at the little guy sleeping in Mu Yihe's arms.

"Just fell asleep." Mu Yihe's voice was very soft, as if he was worried about waking the little guy up.

"En." Ran Yichu nodded, "Put her back in the crib."

"She will cry." Mu Yihe said.

"Let me do it." Ran Yichu thought for a while, stretched out his hands to take the little guy from Mu Yihe's arms, and softly coaxed him towards the nursery.

Mu Yihe watched him cautiously, and stopped at the door.

Now he, apart from the child's father, seems to have no reason to stay here.

Ran Yichu lightly put the little guy back in the crib, and sure enough, his quiet little face turned red in a second.

"Be good, don't cry." Seeing her crying silently, Ran Yichu immediately patted her small body gently.

"Thank you for your hard work." Mu Yihe said standing at the door.

When Ran Yichu heard his words, she didn't turn her head, and continued to coax the little one patiently until she fell asleep peacefully, then she breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed out of the baby's room.

"I'm going to Paris to participate in the competition next month. If you have time, please take care of Yueyue for me." Ran Yichu stood in front of Mu Yihe and whispered.

"Okay." Mu Yihe nodded.

"The day after tomorrow is Yueyue's [-] days, if you are free, come over." Ran Yichu continued.

Mu Yihe still nodded.

Ran Yichu thought for a while, and it seemed that he and Mu Yihe had nothing to talk about, so he asked, "We're going to eat soon, do you want to stay for dinner?"

Seeing that it was rare for Ran Yichu to take the initiative to keep him, Mu Yihe directly agreed.

After lunch, Ran Yichu originally wanted to take a taxi to the police station, but Mu Yihe also happened to be going to the office, so he dropped him off.

When he arrived at the lobby, Ran Yichu looked around at the quiet surroundings, and walked towards a window where the staff on duty were sitting.

"Hi, I'm here to take a statement." Ran Yichu leaned over and said to the duty officer sitting inside who was dozing off.

The officer on duty who was woken up opened his eyes and took a look at Ran Yichu, then at Mu Yihe behind him, and immediately smiled: "Brother Mu, why are you here?"

Just when Ran Yichu looked back at Mu Yihe in doubt, the person on duty got up and walked to the office behind him.

Soon, a policeman whom Ran Yichu had met several times came out.

"Sit down." The policeman raised his chin and gestured to Ran Yichu through the glass partition.

And Mu Yihe went to the drinking fountain beside him very familiarly, poured a glass of water and put it in front of Ran Yichu, and then went to sit on the bench in the corner.

The author has something to say: I feel that these chapters are a bit watery