Chapter 51
Today Song Xue is wearing a pure white short-sleeved shirt, light black short skirt, and white flat shoes, giving people a particularly pure feeling.
Her temperament is slightly cold, her figure is tall, and her face is even more beautiful. The combination of these makes people feel more amazing.
"What a pretty girl."
When she came to the center of the stage, the ten judges all felt that their eyes were bright.
"Hello, all the audience, and all the judges, I'm Song Xue No. 31. Next, I'll bring you a song "Autumn Whispers"."
After the introduction, Song Xue sat down in front of the piano and gently lifted the lid. Her jade-like fingers quickly slid across the keys, and a string of beautiful glissandos came out, which immediately received a burst of warm applause from the audience.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Song Xue's mouth, and then her fingers began to beat on the black and white keys.
Her fingers are relatively long and the joints are beautiful. When the camera falls on her hands, everyone can't help but sigh, these hands are so beautiful.
"Autumn Whispers" is a slow-paced classical piece. Under the performance of Song Xue's superb piano skills, almost all the audience were mesmerized by it, and the ten judges also nodded secretly.
Backstage.
Looking at Song Xue's figure on the big screen and listening to the beautiful piano sound, Xia Xiang couldn't help but say, "Your cousin is really amazing, this "Autumn Whispers" was performed to the fullest by her, if it weren't for you, this time She is the winner of the piano competition."
Song Yan nodded in agreement, and suddenly felt a little tangled in his heart. He could see that Song Xue didn't care about the piano competition as much as it seemed on the surface. Instead, she valued it very much. If she won the championship that belonged to her, she really wouldn't hold her grudge against her. ?
Although Song Xue never gave him a good look, he always regarded her as his own sister in his heart.
"Forget it, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge. Let's talk about it in the finals."
At the end of the song, the audience's applause sounded again, which was even more enthusiastic than before. The audience was divided into three categories: one was the students of the conservatory of music, the second was the citizens who liked the piano, and the third was the family members of the contestants.
The host took the stage again, and ten judges gave their scores one after another.
When seeing the average number displayed on the big screen, the host couldn't help but read in a high voice: "Congratulations to Song Xue, No. 31, who scored 97 points and temporarily ranks first."
"Thank you, everyone, thank you, the judges." Song Xue's mouth curved into a beautiful arc as she stood up and saluted.
When Song Xue stepped off the stage, the auntie excitedly greeted her: "Xiao Xue is so good, she is indeed a good daughter of her mother."
"Congratulations, Xiaoxue." Song Yan also walked up and smiled.
"Thank you." Song Xue responded with a smile.
This was the first time Song Xue smiled at herself, and Song Yan felt quite relieved.
The game continues.
Xia Xiang appeared on the fifty-ninth stage. He played a more exciting tune, and finally got an average score of 92, temporarily ranking second.
The three people who mocked Song Yan and Xia Xiang just now did not expect Xia Xiang's strength to be so tyrannical, and their faces were a little ugly.
Returning to the backstage, Xia Xiang walked directly in front of the three and provocatively said, "If you have the ability, you will surpass my score."
"What are you proud of, isn't it the second!" A Yang, a high-collar young man, said stubbornly.
"Ha, I don't have the ability to get the first place, because the first place belongs to A Yan." As soon as the words fell, Xia Xiang turned his head and left.
Subconsciously, the three of them turned their eyes to Song Yan, and secretly said, "Could it be that that kid is really that powerful?"
Feeling the gazes of the three, Song Yan smiled at them, and the three quickly turned their heads.
Time passed, and No. 87 came to power.
Coincidentally, No. 87 was the high-collar youth.
As a result, the high-collar youth scored 89 points and temporarily ranked 14th.
"Yo, 14, yes, yes! There is indeed pride." Xia Xiang, who was standing at the entrance of the corridor, seemed to laugh when he saw the other party coming.
"...You...!" The high-collar youth was furious. Originally, he was a little happy to have won the 14th place, but he was mocked by Xia Xiangyi, how could he be so happy.
"Your name is Xia Xiang, right? Don't deceive people too much!" The two companions of the high-collar youth came up.
"It's so strange! It seems that I mocked him first!" Xia Xiang sneered.
At this moment, Song Yan stepped onto the stage.
Ayan thought to herself: "Xia Xiang, do you dare to make a bet with us?"
"Say."
"Just bet whether your friend can get the first place. If he gets the first place, the three of us will withdraw from this competition. If we can't get it, you and your friend will withdraw!"
Hearing this, Xia Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly, hesitant.
Seeing him hesitate, Ayan was overjoyed and couldn't help sneering: "Why? Don't you dare, didn't you just say that your friend will take the first place?"
"Hey, it's not illegal to brag!" The high-collar youth's eyes lit up, and he vaguely felt that he had caught Xia Xiang's weakness, so he used words to provoke him.
Hearing the other party's sarcasm, Xia Xiang was really fooled: "Okay, I promise you, but I can't call the shots for Ayan. If I lose, I will retire and slap myself three times in public!"
"Okay, it's a deal!" Ayan agreed with a smile.
On the stage, Song Yan had already started to play.
This time he played "The Mark of the Rain", which he had played in a coffee shop and was one of the ten pieces given by the system.
This is a lyrical piece, with a delicate and elegant style, with a fresh taste unique to the East.
"Another original song!"
Xia Xiang couldn't help but said, but the faces of the three high-collared youths became very ugly. As the saying goes, as soon as the experts make a move, they will know if they are there. They are all piano learners. How can they not see that Song Yan's piano has reached a level This is a particularly profound realm, not to mention, he is still playing original songs.
Original songs will definitely get extra points from the judges.
Enter the scoring section.
When the average score of 99 appeared on the big screen, the faces of the three high-collar youths instantly turned pale.
"Haha, I won!"
Xia Xiang couldn't help cheering, then looked at the three high-collared youths and said, "You lost, should you fulfill our bet?"
"This is a bet made by Ayan and you, and it has nothing to do with me!" The high-collared youth suddenly said.
"Ayan, you...!" Ayan couldn't help being furious when she heard Ma Yang's words.
"Ayan is right, it was Ayan's bet. She didn't ask Ayan and I for advice, so we don't have to fulfill the bet!" Another young man followed closely.
"You two... it's so shameless!" Ayan was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Xia Xiang was also stunned for a moment, and then raised his middle finger to Ma Yang and the two: "I despise you, but you are still men!"
At this moment, Song Yan returned to the backstage from the stage. Seeing this scene, he stepped forward and asked, "What happened to Brother Xia?"
Xia wanted to talk about what happened, and he was also very surprised. He didn't expect Ma Yang and the two to be so unconcerned.
"Forget it, Brother Xia, it's not worth it to be angry with such a person!" Song Yan glanced at the other party lightly and said.
"Boy, what do you mean?" Ma Yang stared at Song Yan angrily.
"It's what you have in mind." Song Yan responded indifferently.
Hearing this, Ma Yang could not help clenching his fists.
Xia wanted to see this and stepped forward: "What? I want to fight, my buddy will accompany you!"
"Ayan, forget it." Another young man pulled Ramayan's sleeve.
"Humph! Let's go." Ma Yang snorted coldly and rushed away angrily.