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Chapter 385: Inexplicable Emotional Pull

"People only pay attention to the pop music created by Liao Yuan, but they never know how profound his classical music skills are."

"As one of the representative works of the French pianist Ravel, "Naruto" is undoubtedly a classic. Liao Yuan's ability to play this piece of music perfectly proves how powerful he is!"

"Music has no distinction between high and low. Whether it is classical music or pop music, as long as it can touch people's hearts, it is the best music."

"I solemnly announce that Liao Yuan is the winner of this year's Elizabeth Contest, Keke."

In China, on all live broadcast websites, there are only strings of "666" barrages flying densely across the screen.

As the god of piano, Liao Yuan has countless fan groups at home and abroad. When fans watched their idol's performance at the Elizabeth Contest through live broadcast, they all felt honored and relieved.

Feel proud!

Cool!

As time progressed, three days later, the knockout round officially ended. The Queen Elizabeth Competition officials announced the knockout round rankings on the official website at ten o'clock the next morning after the event.

The knockout round is divided into four groups. The first place in each group will appear directly, skip the semi-finals, and be sent to the finals.

Soon, ten o'clock arrived.

[First place in Group A: Sean Wilder]

[First place in Group B: Arima Rise]

[First place in Group C: Liao Yuan]

[First place in Group D: Andy Sainsbury]



"Sean is an African-American. He is a famous young pianist who was personally recruited by President Kennedy and given a green card. He is very famous in the American music scene. Like you, he also comes from a pop music background. He just won the Grammy Music Award last year.

, has won many German Classical Echo Awards and is very powerful.”

"Arima Rise is Japanese. Before that, he was an unknown person. There is very little information about this person in Japan or internationally. We only know that the other person is a young teacher."

"As for Andy Sainsbury, he is Finnish. Because of his good looks, he is the target of many teenagers and girls in Northern Europe. He is only 27 years old and has won many international piano competitions. He graduated from Helsinki Sibe

He holds a master's degree from Liusi Conservatory of Music. He is famous for his surging performance and has been evaluated by many international media as 'the young man with the most potential to perform today'."

"Judging from the information of the three people, it is obvious that Andy is the most threatening opponent, but the entire Elizabeth Competition is also considered to be full of experts. By the finals, a total of twelve players have advanced, and each of them has

Not to be underestimated..."

In the hotel, following Zhang Jingyun's narration, Liao Yuan waved his hand and said with a headache: "Okay, I get it. In fact, there is no need to investigate so carefully. It's just a game..."

Moreover, you are just a makeup artist, just a part-time assistant...

However, the real assistant did not know where he had gone at this time...

Zhang Jingyun paused and then admonished: "Brother Yuan, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will win in any battle. Besides, we are not the only ones taking action. Other opponents have already devoured your information. The finals are a model PK system. If you can't master it well,

If you don’t have the opponent’s information, you can’t make preventive preparations in advance…”

"I understand everything."

Liao Yuan smiled and said: "Sister Jing, why do I feel that you are more eager to win this championship than me?"

Zhang Jingyun opened her mouth and suddenly said: "These information were actually compiled by Xiaoci. It's not me who longs for this championship. It's Xiaoci. She cares about this championship more than you. Also, Brother Yuan, I know Xiaoci

I haven’t been with her for long, but I know she is a good girl with a very straightforward temperament and no fuss. Her emotions are always shown on her face. She may not be the type that men like... But she is a girl after all, so please give me a moment

Take care of Xiao Ci’s emotions.”

Liao Yuan nodded and didn't say much. He silently took the information from Zhang Jingyun's hand and lowered his head to read it carefully.

After Zhang Jingyun left, he threw the information on the table, picked up the phone and said, "Are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm listening all the time."

Lin Weiyin's voice came from the phone: "Sister Jing is doing it for your own good, so you should study it carefully."

Liao Yuan laughed and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Are you coming to my room tonight, or should I go to your place?"

The phone was silent for a while, "I think Sister Jing is right, please take care of Xiao Ci's emotions."

"I've done it very secretly."

"But girls like to think wildly..."

"The facts are already obvious. Do you still need to think wildly? It's better to make it public. Otherwise, why don't you come to my place tonight?"

"You...why haven't you felt so thick-skinned before?"

"Do you regret it? It's too late!"

"Actually, I think you should save your energy... um... okay, you come to my room!"

After hanging up the phone, Liao Yuan couldn't read the information.

Every few minutes he looked at his watch.

The pointer ticked.

Time flies so slowly.

Things between men and women are like this. If you try it for the first time, it will be like opening Pandora's box, with endless temptations rushing towards you. After all, they are all young people in their twenties. The fire is burning. This

Who can resist it?

From the day they officially started dating, Liao Yuan would quietly open Lin Weiyin's door every night.

Sometimes it's the other way around.

Over the past week, anyone with eyes could smell something fishy in the eye contact between the two, but the people around them were not fools. As long as Liao Yuan and Lin Weiyin didn't make it public, they would all see through it.

The attitude of not telling the truth.

However, for Fu Xiaoci, this week was like a torment in hell.

She lives next door to Liao Yuan.

Every night I could hear the door closing next door and the gentle footsteps in the corridor. I could have walked forward unscrupulously, but I pretended to leave quietly.

Even though the entire corridor was covered with carpets, Fu Xiaoci, who was interested in inquiring, was still able to hear all the movements clearly and recall what happened seven or eight times in his mind.

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

I feel like crying when I feel uncomfortable.

I cried all night long.

It finally stopped, and the sound of footsteps in the morning started again.

He's back.

Wow, what an uncomfortable one.

So Fu Xiaoci, who used to look like a tomboy, appeared in the hotel lobby every morning with clearly visible bloodshot eyes.

Apathetic.

Depressed and unhappy.

But what can be done?

"Scumbag!"

Fu Xiaoci stuffed the torn piece of bread into her mouth and chewed it gently, while looking at Liao Yuan who was silently reading the newspaper on the other side of the dining table, her eyes filled with sadness.

In fact, Liao Yuan was not feeling well either.

Although I tried to be as silent as possible, the final effect did not seem to reach the ideal state.

"I'm going back."

After the meal, Fu Xiaoci said: "I may be a little acclimatized. I have a lot of rashes on my skin recently, and there is someone my brother wants to introduce to me. I will go back and take a look. If possible, I will get married soon."

You have Sister Jing taking care of you here, so it should be fine. I have booked a flight for noon. See you back home. I wish you the championship."

Liao Yuan put down the newspaper in his hand and was stunned for a long time before saying: "Okay, please pay attention to safety on the road."

Fu Xiaoci felt extremely uncomfortable. She glanced at Liao Yuan, took the plate and stood up to leave. However, as soon as she turned around, her eye circles became red again.

In this world, scumbags never talk about staying.


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