Everyone's eyes were looking toward the edge of the concert hall, and the camera was already aimed at the back of the stage.

But when they looked at that place, they discovered something very wrong.

Zhao Chengzhen, he had a trace of runny nose and was wiping it away with a handkerchief.

It looks like just ordinary nasal discharge, but if you look closely, you can definitely see that Zhao Chengzhen's body is shaking slightly.

This shiver is not a shiver of fear, but a shiver of cold.

He squeezed the warm baby in his hand tightly, trying to squeeze out the last remaining warmth, but this touch of warmth did not solve his trembling.

Even though he kept disguising himself in front of the camera, his body still showed his vulnerability in front of everyone.

Fu Tiao looked at Zhao Chengzhen in front of the camera, couldn't help but frown, and whispered to Yu Tianyou beside him.

"Something's wrong."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Zhao Chengzhen's condition is not right. He is not in his strongest condition now. He seems to have a cold. If I am not wrong, he may still have a little headache."

Fu Diao pointed to the small screen next to the stage and spoke to Yu Tianyou.

"Look at the warm baby he is holding in his hand, and he puts it on his head from time to time, as if he wants to wake himself up. There is also a little bit of runny nose on his nose. He probably didn't sleep last night.

Okay, I'm feeling cold all over."

Yu Tianyou looked at Zhao Chengzhen and found that, just as Fu Diao said, Zhao Chengzhen's physical condition was not particularly good, so he couldn't help but nodded slightly.

"If you don't tell me, I haven't discovered it yet... So what should we do now? The strongest and most competitive player was defeated by his own body before the competition? It shouldn't end like this, right?"

"It's true that it won't end like this, but I don't know how well Zhao Chengzhen can perform."

Fu Diao shook his head slightly and kept staring at Zhao Chengzhen.

Everyone says that Zhao Chengzhen is the favorite to win this year. As a representative of the French music school, Zhao Chengzhen is not only the glory of South Korea, but also the glory of France.

At this moment, not many people at the scene noticed that Zhao Chengzhen was in poor condition. Most people just felt that Zhao Chengzhen's subtle movements were more subtle than others, that's all.

And those on the judging panel don’t care about these things even more.

They just need to hear what they want to hear, no matter what's wrong with their body.

You are the first responsible for your health problems. Is it possible that you suddenly gave up playing because of your poor health? Will the audience support you because of your poor health?

We are all adults, and we should be responsible for our own lives, instead of being like a child and not caring about our own body at all.

Therefore, if the judges could ask about Zhao Chengzhen's health when they turn around, they would be considered to have a good relationship.

If the relationship is not good, then it is very likely that Zhao Chengzhen will be carried away directly because of his poor health without even being able to give the most basic greetings, without giving him any chance to enter the second round.

"Pity……"

Fu Diao couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a little helpless: "Now I can only hear his performance when he was not in good health, but not when he was in good health. It's a pity."

"Indeed." Yu Tianyou nodded in agreement: "Everyone is saying that Zhao Chengzhen's piano performance is good. Basically, there is no problem in entering the finals this year. There are even many people who cried when they listened to Zhao Chengzhen's music. I came here this morning.

In order to listen to Zhao Chengzhen's performance, you told me here...that he was not in good health? Isn't this too uncomfortable? If he had told me earlier that he was not in good health, I would not have come to listen.

I can just come over and listen to your game later, Fu Tiao. Why do I work so hard to come to this place?"

Fu Diao smiled and did not respond, just shrugged lightly.

…

Compared to the group of people in the concert hall who didn't see it very clearly, those watching the live broadcast saw it very clearly.

As long as you have a little higher emotional intelligence, you can tell that something is wrong with Zhao Chengzhen's state.

"Huh? What's wrong with Zhao Chengzhen? Is he sick?"

"Zhao Chengzhen is sick? Hahahaha! Okay! Now we have one less opponent!"

"Not sure, let's see again."

"Damn it, I only watched the first half of the game because of Zhao Chengzhen. Apart from Zhao Chengzhen, there was no one else I wanted to watch in the first half. But you told me that he was sick?"

"Absolutely, let's fast forward until Zhao Chengzhen is eliminated, okay?"

"If we can really eliminate this most awesome opponent, I think it will be a blessing to other contestants. I am afraid that the judges think that Zhao Chengzhen is very powerful. If he is not in good health, he will be kept for one round and then eliminated in the second round.

At that time, his body recovered and he directly crushed his opponent."

"The judges will not be like this. Most of the judges are European and American. There are only a few people who are not European and American, such as Vietnam's Deng Taishan, Japan's Ebi Akiko, and China's Li Diyun. Others will not give special preferential treatment to Zhao Chengzhen."

"Okay! Eliminate Zhao Chengzhen quickly! I like to see this kind of situation where the big devil can't beat the first round and is eliminated directly, just like G2 was eliminated in the Major qualifiers after winning the championship!"

"No, I actually really want to hear Zhao Chengzhen's performance."

"..."

Compared with the schadenfreude in other countries, people in South Korea feel much more uncomfortable.

"(Translated) I heard that Mr. Cho has a cold. Can someone give him medicine? Please help Cho~"

"Ah! Cho won't be eliminated because of such a trivial matter, don't T.T"

"I really wish I could take Cho's place when he gets sick, woo woo woo..."

"..."

Some news on the Internet just stayed online, and no one could affect the reality. Zhao Chengzhen stood trembling behind the stage, and he never expected anyone to come and save him.

The staff on the side looked at Zhao Chengzhen and asked worriedly: "Cho, you will need to perform on stage in a moment. Are you... really okay?"

"No...cough!" Zhao Chengzhen coughed hard for a few times, then pursed his mouth, trembled twice, and let the cough get stuck in his chest, and said in a slightly rough voice.

"No, it's okay, I can play."

"Okay, after the host above finishes announcing the curtain, you can go on stage."

"Okay, thank you, cough..."

Zhao Chengzhen saw that he was about to cough again, so he immediately put his left hand on his chest and punched it twice to let the depression dissipate.

He showed an extremely quiet and pure smile to all the staff around him, and spoke gently.

"Thank you for your concern, then I'll go up!"

The seventh contestant on the stage came down from the stage. The man glanced at Zhao Chengzhen, forced out a smile, nodded to him, and left quickly.

But Zhao Chengzhen didn't pay attention, waiting for the host's last word to come out, and then stepped lightly towards the stage.

Wow!

applause.

Zhao Chengzhen, who was not very tall, showed a smile in front of everyone. After bowing slightly, he sat down directly. He picked up the handkerchief in his hand and wiped it on the piano. After wiping away the traces of the previous person, he wiped it a few more times and wiped himself.

He wiped the sweat from his palms and threw them on the piano.

He didn't start playing immediately, but just closed his eyes before everyone else and took a deep breath.

The camera immediately focused on his hands, and everyone could clearly see that his hands were shaking. Just when everyone was surprised, he immediately pressed his hands firmly on his thighs to stop his movements.

continue.

At this moment, everyone who knew about Zhao Chengzhen's condition already knew about it, and they looked at Zhao Chengzhen with great worry.

Those who didn't know Zhao Chengzhen's condition were even more confused, wondering what kind of situation he was in now.

Fu Diao was sitting in the corner of the concert hall, looking at Zhao Chengzhen with a serious expression, waiting for his performance.

The concert hall became even quieter, everyone became extremely silent, and a huge pressure shrouded Zhao Chengzhen's head.

Even Fu Tiao and other players can feel this pressure just by looking at all this.

Zhao Chengzhen seemed not to feel it at all and continued to breathe.

Then, he slowly raised his hand, placed it on the piano very gently, and pressed it down gently with the help of the gravity of his own arm.

Buzz...dang...

Chopin's nocturne sounded, ethereal and silent, with a hint of sadness and melancholy.

At the beginning of the first measure, a feeling unique to Chopin instantly surged out of the piano.

It was obviously just a very soft performance, but there was no way to hide the ultimate Chopin and the ultimate purity in his performance.

Yu Tianyou's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he stared at Zhao Chengzhen with disbelief on his face.

He looked at Fu Tiao hesitantly, wanting to say something, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Now, even if you make any noise, it seems to be a crime.

Yu Tianyou couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, his mind was in chaos, and his body could only press against the back of the seat behind him, not daring to say a word.

Horrible, too scary.

The sense of transparency in Zhao Chengzhen's music directly ran through the entire concert hall.

Every sound has a surprise.
To be continued...