Congratulations, you will never recover

Chapter 862 Feeling Lost in Love

Sure enough, the more people there are, the more people will be eliminated.

There are more than 500 people, so there are only [-] left.

So many people were eliminated in the first few rounds, so more should be eliminated in the fourth round, right?
Because after the fourth round, it will be the last round.

The game started.

This talent competition is just like Bao Siyu said, relying on four things.

language, piano, painting and dance.

Culture, self-cultivation, talent and self-cultivation.

The game started.

For painting and language, there were professional teachers for dialogue and inspection, and eighty people left on the spot.

The rest is piano and dancing.

Compete dance first.

The royal family arranged female companions for everyone, and everyone danced ballroom dancing.

Section after section, the first is easy, and then it becomes more and more difficult, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

The female companions are all professional, and they will never hold back, but many people can't keep up when they get behind.

It will be slow for a while and fast for a while, and I can't react at all.

As a result, another thirty people were quickly eliminated.

There are thirty more people to be eliminated.

After the dance competition is over, there will be a piano competition next.

Everyone changed into tuxedos.

At this point, there are only 170 people left.

Of the 170 people, 30 will be eliminated.

It was Bao Siyu's turn to play.

He sat gracefully in front of a black piano, his whole person was elegant and reserved, like a god who had strayed into the world.

The slender fingers are placed on the piano, and at the fingertips, the beautiful music is slowly pouring down.

The referee gave them the score, but also explained that if they create it themselves, they will get more points.

But the creation is not good, it is better to use the score given.

Some people don't have their own songs, some people don't dare to take risks, but Bao Siyu dares to do so.

This is what he created for Qiao Youxia.

It was created when I loved her and couldn't love her.

That feeling of being so in love with her, yet so lost.

Everyone feels that they are lost in love.

Bo Xiai turned on the computer, saw the barrage on it, and translated it in English.

"This contestant Mi Xiu's talk is really nice! I noticed him in the first few rounds, and I think he is so good! I almost cried when I played the song!"

"Me too, me too, this person, if the princess doesn't want it, give it to me then, I like it, I like it!"

"None of you are allowed to rob me!"

"mine!"

During the dispute, Bo Siyu finished playing.

He stood up, stepped aside, and there was thunderous applause.

The referee was surprised and said, "Contestant Mi Xiu, are you a professional pianist?"

Bao Siyu smiled slightly: "No."

"Then why are you playing so well!"

In fact, I have been learning this since I was a child.

The eldest young master and eldest lady of a wealthy family, after all, has to take care of face and learn everything.

He himself has always liked this instrument, so he learned it very well.

But with more professional people, it may be nothing.

Bao Siyu just wanted to express his feelings for Qiao Youxia, so he wrote this score. He didn't expect to be appreciated like this!

Bao Siyu said with a smile: "Every piece of music is good. As for whether it can be better, it depends on whether the performer has injected emotion into it, and I have injected it."

There was thunderous applause at the scene.

The referee asked excitedly: "Did you create what you just played? Can I ask what the name of the piece is?"

"Yes." Bao Siyu replied, "The name of this song is Qiao Youxia."

"Qiao Youxia?" The editors were at a loss.

"Yes." Bao Siyu nodded.

(End of this chapter)