anny is truly about to explode because of Su Youxue.
But on stage, Bian Yue’s deanor is calm, not affected at all by the derogatory comnts from the audience, as she gracefully presses the piano keys.
A few disjointed piano notes ring out.
Su Youxue imdiately laughs, saying aningfully, "The piano sound produced by Miss Bian is indeed unique!"
Behind her, the audience also erupts in laughter.
Only Zhuang Boqi is staring at the stage with a slightly serious expression.
He wonders if he is mistaken, but this piano sound... it seems familiar?
The next mont, the originally clear and lodious piano notes suddenly shift, becoming fluid and impassioned.
Everyone is astonished; under Bian Yue’s piano playing, it’s as though thousands of troops are charging, the montum magnificent.
"What is this piece? How co I’ve never heard it before?"
"But you know, it really sounds good, and it seems this piece is even harder to perform than Miss Su’s."
At the mont when the piano sound becos fierce, the smile can no longer hang on Su Youxue’s face. What background does Bian Yue have? Why can she play such a difficult piece?
And this piece, despite years of practicing piano, why has she never heard it before?
Su Youxue’s fingertips dig into her flesh, the pain sharp and piercing.
Her eyes fiercely glare at Bian Yue, full of unwillingness.
Why... why is it like this?
Her piano skills are already top-notch dostically, so why is she still inferior to Bian Yue?
Bian Yue, however, is very focused on playing the piano, completely unaffected by the noise below, imrsed in her own world.
She closes her eyes, her long eyelashes and her clear face subrged in light and shadow, dreamy and illusionary, stunningly beautiful. Yet the piano sound under her fingers contrasts with her gentle appearance, moving and passionate.
Mr. Zhuang’s face suddenly changes, and he slowly stands up.
"What’s wrong with Mr. Zhuang? All of a sudden, why did he stand up?"
"Yeah, what’s going on?"
But as Mr. Zhuang’s eyes redden, he stares fixedly at Bian Yue’s figure, his voice trembling: "It’s her... it’s actually her!"
Zhuang Boqi beca famous in his youth, and the only competition he didn’t win was the piano competition in Milan when he was 17.
At the ti, a 9-year-old piano prodigy suddenly appeared, composing on the spot a piano piece titled "Waves" as assigned by the judges.
In that competition, Zhuang Boqi took second place. No one knew who the child prodigy was who took first place.
It was said that the young lady participated in the competition on a whim, not a professional, and did not plan to pursue an artistic career.
For many years, Zhuang Boqi remained concerned about this incident, eager to find the young prodigy from back then.
Unexpectedly, by so twist of fate, he ets her today.
Zhuang Boqi stands still, staring blankly at Bian Yue on stage, feeling as though she is radiating light, dazzlingly so.
His emotions remain unsettled for a long ti, even as the surrounding audience starts to stir.
Bian Yue pressed the last piano key on stage and slowly rose amid the equally intense applause from the audience.
Youxue Su sat motionless, watching Bian Yue coldly, unable to maintain her calm any longer.
She sneered, her eyes reddening as she locked eyes with Bian Yue.
As the applause quieted down, Youxue Su slowly said, "President Bian really took by surprise, pretending to be a pig that eats a tiger in front of . Do you think you’re very clever?"
"I have never said that I don’t know how to play the piano. Even this piano competition between us was proposed by you! Youxue Su, what makes you say that I am pretending?" Bian Yue rebutted indifferently, making Youxue Su’s expression even uglier.
She clenched her fists and said coldly, "Don’t think that just because you played an obscure piano piece, you can beat ! Mr. Zhuang is right behind us, he will give the fairest judgnt!"
Bian Yue looked calm and, holding the microphone tightly, she slowly said, "Then let Mr. Zhuang make the judgnt."
Zhuang Boqi stared at Bian Yue, his heart unable to calm down for a long ti. He spoke with restraint, his voice heavy, "The Bell Sound Grand Fantasia that Youxue Su played was personally taught by . Listening to it now, it is skillfully played with no flaws."
The crowd was astounded, all casting admiring glances towards Youxue Su.
anwhile, Youxue Su looked triumphantly at Bian Yue, her eyes confident.
"I told you, even though the lady on stage played well, the Bell Sound Grand Fantasia is so difficult, it should be superior."
"Mr. Zhuang is a big na in the piano world, if he says so, it must be correct."
Bian Yue remained calm, her gaze fixed on Zhuang Boqi, her voice indifferent, "Mr. Zhuang has not yet comnted on how I played my piece."
Zhuang Boqi frowned, he took off his face mask, revealing a sickly pale face, which fit the stereotypical image of a musician.
At this mont, he looked at Bian Yue, his eyes flashing with complex and intense emotions, and said, "Played very well... better than Youxue Su."
"Mr. Zhuang..." Youxue Su turned incredulously towards Zhuang Boqi, her fists clenched in anger and frustration, "What did you say? Why would you say Bian Yue is better than ?"
The crowd, who had just rated Youxue Su superior, suddenly fell silent, the scene dead quiet.
Wang Dan’an thought he had the winning ticket, but now with the situation reversed, his expression beca gloomy.
"Your na is Bian Yue?" Only Zhuang Boqi, unaffected, sharply caught the information, his eyes urgent, "Did you... participate in a piano competition as a child?"
Bian Yue frowned, puzzled, yet answered truthfully, "I participated in a piano competition in Milan as a child. The piece I played then was the one I just perford, and I even nad it ’Wave.’"
Zhuang Boqi could hardly contain his excitent and, in front of everyone, attempted to walk towards the stage.
Youxue Su, unable to bear it, stopped him, her voice trembling with anger, "Mr. Zhuang... you were invited by ! How could you..."
Wang Dan’an stood up and coughed towards the back, where people were watching the drama unfold, his tone stern, "Alright, everyone please leave."
Only then did the crowd, still reluctant, begin to disperse in small groups.
Only a few people remained on site.
An assistant was aiding Bian Yue down from the stage, their face full of joy, "President Bian, I never expected that you were an artist in your childhood."
Zhuang Boqi’s gaze stayed on Bian Yue, unblinking.
Youxue Su exchanged a look with Wang Dan’an, both their expressions slightly grim.
"Bian Yue, I would like to have a chat with you, do you have ti?" Zhuang Boqi asked eagerly, "If possible, I would like us to perform a duet."
"Mr. Zhuang..." Youxue Su seed almost out of control, "Why would you..."
She stopped there, pressing her lips together, and only ceased under Wang Dan’an’s eye signal.
Bian Yue spoke lightly, her tone distant, "Mr. Zhuang, thank you for your fair judgnt just now, but I am not soone from the art circle, so regarding your offer to perform a duet, I can only offer my thanks for your high regard."
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