Chapter 92: The Announcement of the Battle of Torrent Prologue
Looking at the contestant information registration form he had just obtained, the first thing that came to Qin Jian's mind was what Liao Linjun had just said to him not long ago.
'When filling out the player's personal information form, you can only fill in He Jing's name in the instructor column, do you understand?'
Only.
Qin Jian remembered that Liao Linjun's expression was very serious at that time.
I also understand.
The original intention of participating in this competition was indeed complicated, but until now, all I have done is practice piano, and He Jing is taking care of everything else.
After moving out from school, the other person went to Haishi for no apparent reason, and then took him to Liao Linjun's home, and finally accompanied him all the way to Yanjing.
Qin Jian saw all of this, and although he never really thanked him, he felt a lot of energy in his heart along the way.
I don't know when, deep down in his heart, the meaning of this game is not just personal.
There must be another person's name here.
This is a special bundle.
So when He Jing told Qin Jian to fill in the name "Zhou Rong" in the column for the instructor, Qin Jian was annoyed.
"If I were to participate in the competition as a student who is the dean of Haishi Conservatory of Music, would my status in the competition be more special? Or would there be any special treatment?"
After vaguely sensing the meaning, Qin Jian became even more annoyed.
After thirty seconds of silence.
He Jing didn't say anything more, she just thrust an ID card into the other person's palm.
"go in."
After Qin Jian turned around and walked into the office, He Jing sighed softly.
The warm sunshine passing through the glass windows of the corridor shone on her face.
Then one figure after another appeared in the corridor.
It’s just that the lens is not stretched any further.
…
The opening ceremony is completely over and the countdown to the competition has officially begun.
Three hours and five minutes left.
After noon, the entire theater temporarily became quiet.
Only the busy streets in front of the gate and the banners floating in the air indicate that this is only a moment.
Across the street.
Yuefu Music Room.
In the hall, the two employers were sitting side by side, one with his legs crossed and the other looking at the ceiling.
On such a special day, the lobby, which was supposed to have a constant flow of customers, was unusually deserted.
"Wu Lian, you don't have to work today."
"Boss, you have to work today."
"Can the instrument be checked again?"
"No."
The boss put down his legs, stood up and walked towards the door, "Remember to close the door."
"Walk slowly."
After a while, the young clerk also stood up, took out a sign saying "closed" from the bar and hung it on the glass display window.
Then he left with a small box on his back and closed the door before leaving.
…
14:20.
Zhongshan Concert Hall is open.
"All contestants, please bring your IDs to the Peony Hall for the drawing..."
"Please everyone..."
Outside the gate, the broadcast is looping.
"Come on Qin Jian, I can accompany you in from the start of the second round."
"What if I'm eliminated this round?"
"you dare."
"Hahaha, let's go, sister, please go back to the hotel and wait for me, it's cold here."
Qin Jian said, turning around and waving his hands, joining the crowd in costumes and walking towards the concert hall.
I showed my participation certificate and entered the competition venue smoothly.
From the appearance, the configuration of the entire concert hall is quite complete, and the traditional wooden structure and multi-level trapezoidal seats better integrate aesthetics and auditory art.
It's just that the auditorium is a little dark.
As a piano competition venue, this hall can accommodate about 500 spectators.
At this time, there was only a row of people in the front row of seats in the middle.
Qin Jian counted and found exactly seventeen.
Seventeen judges' seats.
All the lights were on the grand piano on the stage.
On a red box.
With the cooperation of the staff, according to the order of filling in the list, each contestant needs to appear on stage and grab his or her performance number.
Among the thirty players, many of them had known each other for a long time or had played against each other in another arena. There were occasional simple exchanges during the period, but they were just simple greetings.
This means that among the most promising groups in the Chinese piano industry, currently, no one is here to be polite.
The lottery drawing process proceeds in an orderly manner. Every time a number is taken out, the staff will announce it directly.
"Li Zhuangzhuang, No. 18."
As the staff announced, there was a soft sigh in the audience. Apparently some people were envious of being able to play in this position.
The young man on the stage looked happy, bowed shyly towards the audience, and then returned to the contestants' seats.
"The next one is Qin Jian."
When the announcer calls the roll again.
Qin Jian, who was sitting alone in a corner, put on his coat, stood up and walked towards the stage.
And when he handed the number in his hand to the announcer and turned around.
There was a soft exclamation on the seats of the contestants scattered around.
"Zhao...Zhao Yu?!"
The sound was not loud, but it was enough to attract the attention of others, and many players looked towards the sound.
Seeing this, the girl quickly covered her mouth, but her eyes were still full of disbelief.
"What's wrong, Rarity? Do you know him?" The boy next to the girl also asked curiously.
The girl shook her head unconsciously. All she could think of for a while was the expression and behavior of a young man in black standing in front of a piano on a stage in a restaurant bar one night.
That moment, that moment, just like this moment.
"Qin Jian, No. 21."
Ignoring the small commotion in the audience, Qin Jian also bowed slightly and returned to his seat.
Only this time, many eyes were cast in the lonely corner.
Some people are curious about this name that they have never heard of before, and more people are curious about what secret is hidden in the bandaged left hand.
And another lonely corner of the seat.
A pair of slender hands opened a book and quickly flipped through it under the dim light.
…
The draw is about to end.
The last girl in a pink dress was obviously unlucky. She got the only number 2 and left the stage in frustration.
The staff removed the number box.
Professional technicians came on stage and moved the piano to the center of the stage.
After a short debugging, he made an OK gesture to the center of the judges' table in the audience.
The lights refocused again, and eight groups of bright warm lights hit the piano.
The temperature of the stage gradually increased.
"Then let's get started."
From the judges' table, a powerful and somewhat majestic voice sounded, and the entire hall was pulled into an extremely tense atmosphere for a moment.
However.
Everything is ready.
…..
"The first contestant to appear in this round of preliminaries is Tian Qiusheng, recommended by the Jiangsu Provincial Musicians Association."
"Competition piece, [Chopin Etude]."
"Instructor, Peng Jingyi."
As the announcement sounded in the hall, a small boy stood up among the contestants and walked to the stage under the eyes of everyone.
As the first player on the field, his steps are steady and give people a sense of confidence.
After arriving at the center of the stage, he smiled and bowed to the judges' table.
He sat down in front of the piano, adjusted his posture, and raised his hands.
I saw his arm move slightly, and the next second.
The fingers fell instantly!
The torrent is surging!
Chopin's unique elegant and smooth charm and unimpeded sense of flow instantly ignited the audience.