Zhang Dong knew very well what the "exclusive broadcasting rights" on the entire Tian Chao internet ant on this day.
It could be said that this was a huge opportunity for Zhang Dong to soar to great heights.
It was Moonlight and Cat who gave him this life-changing opportunity.
"The kindness shown by Mr. Moonlight and Miss Cat is sothing I, Zhang Dong, can never repay in my lifeti!"
With tears in his eyes, Zhang Dong said passionately into the microphone,
"Enough talk! The competition is about to begin!"
"Let's look forward to the spectacular performance of Moonlight and Cat in the finals!!"
.....
Baijing, Tianchao Music University.
Faculty dormitory, top floor.
An elderly man with gray hair sat in a rocking chair, shouting loudly towards the room:
"Are you ready, Old Gan?! The competition is about to start!!"
"Coming, coming!"
Gan Hua erged from the room, wearing a tank top and carrying a polo, scurrying out cheerfully.
"You rascal, living in my house, sleeping in so late every day, expecting , an old man, to serve you every day?"
Tuoba Jianhui gritted his teeth and said.
"Hehe, no choice, my kid isn't coming ho for New Year this year, so I have to make do at your place."
Gan Hua laughed happily and sat down on a chair next to him,
"After all, you're alone during the New Year too, what's wrong with having around?"
"You brat, if it weren't for your granddaughter winning the championship and gaining so benefit, you think I'd take in an old rascal like you?"
"Alright, alright, don't say that, our granddaughter's got the championship in the bag."
"If she doesn't win, settle the rent for the past half month."
"You old rascal....."
The laughter of the two old n echoed throughout the house.
.....
In a private cinema in Baijing.
The large cinema was completely booked, with only two people sitting in the second row.
"Has it started yet?"
He Shumo sat down next to Yao Han, holding a tub of popcorn and a cola.
"Hm...."
"Why do you look so serious?" He Shumo asked, puzzled.
"I have a... bad feeling."
"Forget about that for now, do you want so popcorn?"
He Shumo adjusted his glasses and placed the tub in front of Yao Han,
"I don't eat sweets."
With that, Yao Han took the cola from He Shumo's other hand, biting onto the straw.
Staring intently at the live broadcast screen, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper,
"Strange...."
"Where is this bad feeling coming from."
...
...
Vienna, Golden Hall.
Backstage in the contestants' lounge.
Upon entering the lounge, there were noticeably fewer people than during the semifinals, giving the room a rather desolate feel.
However, when Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu entered, they still attracted the gaze and chatter of so contestants inside.
"Doesn't the Golden Hall even have personal rooms for the contestants?"
Lin Tian couldn't help but mutter.
You should know, at the Baijing International Music Hall, even before the finals, each contestant already had their own room.
And here at the Golden Hall, everyone was still in the sa lounge during the finals.
"Different tis, you know."
Gan Yanyu remarked,
"After all, it's a building that's several hundred years old..."
As Gan Yanyu was speaking.
Suddenly, they saw two n walking towards them.
"Hello!"
One of the n approached them and imdiately greeted them in broken Chinese,
"(I am Connor, your 'Turkish March' in the semifinals was amazing! I really liked it!)" Connor smiled politely.
The other, slightly shorter European-looking musician also respectfully said,
"(I am Perez, Mr. Lin Tian, Mr. Gan Yanyu, hello! I greatly admire both of you!)"
"Tha...thank you."
Gan Yanyu nodded in surprise.
Having beco accustod to being excluded and looked down upon by other musicians from the preliminaries, encountering musicians who ca forward to express admiration was a bit of a culture shock.
"(Mr. Lin Tian, may I ask if your piece for the finals is still classical music?)" Connor asked, looking respectfully at Lin Tian beside him.
Lin Tian nodded slightly without showing much expression.
For a mont, Connor showed a slightly complex expression, but then imdiately looked sincere and respectful.
"(Honestly, I don't believe classical music can win the Keller Cup, and I don't want you to win, because if you do, many of us musicians will face significant setbacks in our careers afterward.)"
"(Yet, even so... I personally admire your pursuit and belief very much!!)
"(I hope we all obtain the results we desire in this final.)"
Connor spoke earnestly, and the determination in his eyes conveyed his genuine sincerity.
Connor extended his hand.
Lin Tian took a deep breath,
"Thank you, I also hope you achieve the results you wish for."
Shaking hands with Connor.
Then, Lin Tian also shook hands with Perez.
Although Gan Yanyu to the side did not shake hands, he also gave a slight bow and nodded to express his respect.
Connor and Perez soon showed delighted expressions.
Watching their departing backs, Lin Tian's emotions were rather mixed.
Actually, the attitude of Connor and Perez represented the attitude of the other contestants at the Vienna Keller Cup competition.
On one hand, Moonlight and Cat were here to take away their livelihoods, practically a grudge as deep as murdering one's parents from a certain perspective.
But on the other hand, Moonlight and Cat's obsession with classical music, and the talent they displayed for it, deeply resonated with all musicians.
Any accomplished musician would be moved by such dedication, as everyone has gone through similar journeys in their respective fields.
In such complex mindsets,
The majority of musicians, even if sowhat dissatisfied with Moonlight and Cat, were still willing to greet them with a smile.
So, this is why.....
Even though music competitions have developed rapidly over the past 20 years, they remain fundantally different from true sports competitions.
Except for one... perhaps?
Lin Tian looked towards the other end of the lounge.
At this mont,
Sitting on the sofa there, Nishikawa Yuubei smiled at Lin Tian, friendly and radiant from a distance.
anwhile, sitting beside him, Isaac, with eyes half-hidden by his bangs, continued to stare intently at Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu.
Especially the look towards Gan Yanyu; it was as if he could cut them with those eyes!
The person least likely to lose their livelihood harbored the greatest resentnt towards Gan Yanyu.
Even Lin Tian couldn't understand this!
What a madman!!
Just at this mont, a voice ca from the large screen in the lounge:
"(Would the judges please take their seats....)"
As the voice fell, a row of elders in suits entered the hall, taking their seats in the first row.
Lin Tian observed casually, suddenly noticing that one old man's face looked very unfamiliar—because he was remarkably old, at least in his seventies or eighties, standing out noticeably among the other older n in their fifties or sixties, Lin Tian confird he hadn't seen him in the semifinals.
Can judges still be changed halfway through the competition...?
Lin Tian muttered internally, suddenly there was a buzz of excitent in the lounge.
"(He actually ca.....)"
"(My God, am I dreaming.....)"
"(It's actually Old Master Steven.)"
"(I haven't seen him on screen for almost 20 years!)"
Who?
Who?
Lin Tian was a bit confused and turned to look at Gan Yanyu.
To his surprise, Gan Yanyu, like the cellists, showed a look of horror and shock.
"Steven Kaou.... Austria's contemporary Father of Classical Music..."
Gan Yanyu murmured, explaining to Lin Tian,
"He is one of the greatest classical musicians of the last hundred years... countless traditional classical music masterpieces were created by him...."
"And he was also one of the main behind-the-scenes promoters who instigated the international anti-classical music movent 20 years ago, changing the competition system and turning the world into what it is today."
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