[Who??]
[Is it Nannali? My god, I didn’t have a strong impression of her in the preliminaries!]
[It’s true, I rember her personal stage didn’t even reach 300,000 views, right?]
[My god, she’s the dark horse of the semifinals!]
[How did she suddenly beco so fierce, damn it! Surely, all of you from Qingjiang Province are monsters?!]
At this mont, not only were the two comntators on the comntary stand dumbfounded.
Even the vast number of possibly not-so-professional netizens were all exclaiming "Whoa, 666".
No need for too many fancy words to embellish such a performance.
When the music started, the overwhelming aura pressed down relentlessly.
How to describe it...
It’s aggression... yes, aggression!
With a flourish of her brush, Nannali wielded it deftly, and under her depiction, the cello roared deafeningly, unfurling a majestic painting on the blank paper.
...
Lin Tian thus watched Nannali’s performance, returning to her most original form.
Still rembered, the first ti Lin Tian saw Nannali, his evaluation of her was just like that.
Extrely aggressive playing!
Back then, Nannali had already left a deep impression on Lin Tian.
However, following her big defeat at the Yingqin Cup, Nannali had restrained herself a lot. To defeat Gan Yanyu, she polished her surface even smoother, and her Piano Skills beca more mature and steady... which should be considered progress.
But it seems,
such progress, after coming to the Dragon Violin Cup, ended up constraining Nannali.
And now, with full release, Nannali returned to her initial form and brought a much more formidable aura than before!
"’Prisoner Bird’... I rember now, Nannali’s performance in the preliminaries."
Watching the scene on stage, Fengye murmured.
This isn’t just any semifinals explosion!
This is Nannali’s true strength!!
"Looking at it this way, perhaps the Nannali in the preliminaries went through sothing personal; I rember her performance clearly. The level was obviously high, but it felt restrained and confined..."
Fengye lowered his head, pondering, his mind racing.
Zhu Ye, beside him, imdiately followed up on his words,
"You an, today’s performance by Teacher Nannali, she completely let herself go?"
"You could say that."
Fengye furrowed his brows deeply,
"Although I don’t understand how Teacher Nannali ca to terms with it, I can be sure of one thing—"
"The competitive landscape of this Dragon Violin Cup is about to change!"
.....
"Bang, bang, bang!"
As strange sounds rang out.
Even the symphony orchestra on one side of the stage was stunned.
Everyone looked towards the center of the stage.
Nannali was lifting her bow, striking the cello—
The music entered the third movent: Splashed Ink Painting!
She held the cello across her arms, as if it were a massive palette, with her right hand wielding the bow like a brush, the strings screeched with the clash of titanium white and cinnabar.
Nannali smiled as she played.
All the watercolors and ink surrounded her.
She wantonly and joyfully toyed with these pignts, blending them into her instrunt.
Is this the picture you see... Bai Junze.
They all mocked you, didn’t understand you.
But I envy you... truly.
If such feelings require exchanging everything one has...
I’d agree to it ten more tis, without hesitation.
...
The music reached its final climax!
Huge beads of sweat trickled down the girl’s forehead, Nannali smiled as she quickened her playing.
In the process,
Nannali’s gaze swept across the front row seats of the audience.
She glanced over that woman.
However, it was rely a glance and nothing more.
Nannali’s gaze didn’t linger even for a second, passing over without pause.
As if the girl’s entire performance had nothing at all to do with that person.
.....
Kelly was stunned.
She had thought that such overwhelming aggression would target her.
However, she was blatantly ignored.
Kelly felt confusion at first, then showed a bitter yet slightly relieved smile.
"(It seems that the one being abandoned is .)"
Kelly understood her daughter, or rather—understood the Nannali family cellists.
This act ant that Nannali’s music had nothing to do with Kelly anymore.
From now on, no matter where Nannali took her musical talent, how she used it, it would have nothing to do with Kelly.
At least,
At the mont she caught sight of Nannali’s eyes, Kelly knew.
No matter what ans she employed, there was no way to control soone who was already willing to give up everything.
Kelly completely lost her daughter.
...
When the final note ended with the head of the cello hitting the floor, the smashed rosin floated in the air like stardust.
The chains from childhood snapped, crashing heavily to the floor.
The entire venue fell into absolute silence.
Nannali put down her bow, taking a deep breath.
She lifted her head, looking at the ceiling, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease.
Approaching the front of the stage, facing the audience, the girl bowed deeply.
And as she raised her head again,
19-year-old Nannali burst into tears.
Starting from today—
Nannali’s rebellious phase began.
...
...
"Three movents, sketching, watercolor, splashed ink... what a terrifying player."
In the office,
He Shumo leaned on the desk, hugging his knees, expressing a tsk-tsk of admiration,
"This kind of terrifying musical talent is a first for to witness; not even Gan Yan could compare to her in pure talent, right?"
"Indeed," Yao Han beside him said.
He Shumo picked up the data sheet on the desk and said:
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