Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1129 389 Playing the Game with Mom [8]

Chapter 1129 389. Playing the game with my mother [VIII]

Whether they are talking about love or marriage, when it comes to work, Lao Tang and Mu Xin are always serious.

This is also something that the two of them appreciate each other, and they never joke about work.

The wedding was suspended in advance. After dinner, the two washed, changed their clothes, and went downstairs carefully.

Lao Tang put on his suit today, not for anything else, but just to commentate today's race in which Xiaoche participated.

For the competition, and also for the children in our No. 4 piano classroom.

This is an attitude.

Lao Tang was not the only one wearing formal attire. Haitao also changed into a black suit for the performance.

At exactly 1:30, the Big Three of the Big Four were in place at the live broadcast venue on the second floor. Lao Tang, as a representative, called Li Ang and asked about Linlin's situation.

"No problem, very good."

From Ang Lee's relaxed tone, one can tell that the car is in very good condition right now.

"Linlin, you speak."

Then the three of them heard the sound of the car, "I'm ready!"

Lao Tang: "Okay, okay, keep going!"

Mu Xin: "Come on, baby! Waiting for you to play!"

Hai Tao: "I'll finish playing, and I'll treat you to a big meal when I come back!"

Xiaoche: "Thank you teachers! I will definitely try my best!"

Li An: "Okay, okay, we are almost there, you guys should be almost there too."

Lao Tang: "It's going to start soon, the group has started urging us to start, have you and Ba Jian met?"

Ang Lee: "I just talked to him for a while. I won't say more. The preview has already started."

Lao Tang: "Okay, come on, Linlin!"

After hanging up the phone, Lao Tang and the other two took their positions to start the live broadcast, and then several familiar IDs rushed into the live broadcast room.

Haitao: "You guys are really fast!"

[You in the Cloud: Necessary! ]

[Mangosteen loves to eat apples: Hello, Teacher Tang! Hello, Teacher Mu! Hello, Teacher Zheng!]

[The plane takes off: It’s finally about to begin. ]

[His Majesty the King ovo: What a big stadium]

[Ruby: Is the boss already here? ]

[Draw the Sword, Daddy: uploaded in the group]

[You in the cloud: Damn! The boss is so much taller than you! ]

Because of today's game, the fan group has been very lively these past two days, like a holiday.

[I heard that changing your name can win you a prize: Today, the three teachers are dressed very businesslike]

Hai Tao: "Finally someone noticed. Isn't this necessary? Just kidding. Everyone here except me is a professional commentator."

The live broadcast room burst into laughter.

[You in the Clouds: Please invite Mr. Tang to give us a pre-match prediction]

[The plane flies to the sky: Mr. Tang is invited to give us a pre-match prediction]

Seeing the message being flooded with messages, Lao Tang would be really sorry if he didn’t say something.

The C position in the commentary booth, right in the middle, is this where ordinary people sit? !

Lao Tang: "My pre-match predictions are never accurate, so let Teacher Haitao make a prediction for us. By the way, I want to tell you that Teacher Haitao is the number one predictor in our Piano Classroom No. 4."

The live broadcast room burst into laughter again.

[Ruby: Prophet, please open your eyes]

[Sheep, sheep: Prophet, please open your eyes]

[You in the Clouds: Prophet, please open your eyes]

Hai Tao laughed and said, "I've made it clear that contestant No. 01 must be in the top three! Otherwise, I will do a live broadcast of washing my hair upside down!"

[The plane flies into the sky: screenshot taken! ]

[Autumn Leaves Wind F: Screenshot taken! ]

[Biscuit: The judges are out! ]

[His Majesty the King ovo: Charge!!!]

The live broadcast room was already full of joy. Jokes aside, it was not difficult to see that everyone was full of expectations for the car.

As the camera moved to the competition site, a group of domestic and foreign judges once again appeared on the judges' panel.

The stage lights also lit up, and in the center of the stage, a nine-foot Steinway piano with a dazzling glow was in place, waiting for the final entry of the contestants from Group C.

There are only ten minutes left before the game starts, and the atmosphere outside is relatively serious.

Fifteen young contestants, accompanied by their parents and instructors, were waiting for the admission notice.

All adults can do at this moment is to remind the children a few more times to not be nervous, relax and cheer up.

The children's expressions were different. Some looked relaxed, while others had serious expressions.

Five minutes later, a staff member walked out from the inner field entrance.

"Contestants, assemble and enter the venue."

Then there was a commotion at the scene.

A corner of the backcourt.

Nail: "Come on, Linlin."

Car: "Yeah!"

Sang Ping: "Come on, Linlin, I'll wait for you to come back."

Car: "Yeah."

Nodding, Xiaoche looked at Li An.

Li An smiled and said, "Let's go. I'll take you there."

Under the gazes of Dingzi and Sang Ping, the teacher and student walked side by side towards the entrance to the inner field.

Nail: "Boss lady, are you really not nervous?"

Sang Ping: “Nervous.”

Nail: "I told you, I'm nervous too."

As the two were talking, Li An leaned over and whispered something into Xiaoche's ear.

Then the car stopped.
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"do you understand?"

"Ok!"

"Go ahead and don't think about anything."

"Teacher, wait for me."

"Ah."

As Dingzi and Sang Ping watched him leave, Li An watched the car follow the contestants into the inner gate.

As the fifteen young contestants entered the venue, the big screen in the back hall also cut to the competition stage.

Li An and his team came to the backcourt viewing area along with all the parents and instructors.

He drew his sword and brought his friends over.

"Teacher Li, do you have any room left?"

"Come and sit down, what's your junior brother's number?"

"Number three Feng Junjie."
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Fifteen young contestants followed the staff to a huge backstage lounge.

"No. 09 Sun Wenjun, please get ready."

Sun Wenjun, wearing a black long dress, followed the staff out of the lounge, and then another staff member came into the lounge.

"Please keep quiet during the competition. There is a restroom on your left when you leave the room. There is water and food on the table for everyone to eat. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the staff on site."

“Finally, I wish all students good results.”

After the staff member finished giving instructions on order in the rest room, the host at the front announced the start of the game.

I only heard the speaker in the lounge come on, "The first contestant to appear is No. 09 Sun Wenjun."

"Wow—"

Applause then broke out in the lounge.

On the big screen, Sun Wenjun strode onto the stage, full of confidence.

Xiaoche was staring at the big screen intently when He Jiaming's voice came from the side: "Where should we sit?"

Xiaoche turned around and looked around, "All is fine." "Then sit here."

He Jiaming chose a corner with few people. The moment the two of them walked over and sat down, Sun Wenjun on the big screen also sat down in front of the piano.

Then the entire lounge became quiet.

Every child's eyes were now focused on the black figure on the big screen.

"She is very perverted." He Jiaming said in a low voice.

It sounded a bit indecent to Xiaoche to describe a person as a pervert, but she understood what He Jiaming meant.

He Jiaming didn't need to say anything, Xiaoche noticed it when he was getting used to the stage venue at noon.

The performance of this classmate Sun attracted her greatly.

"when!"

As the sound of a piano came from the speakers, Sun Wenjun on the big screen moved.

[Mozart's Sonata No. 8 in A minor, first movement]

As the piano music sounded, the rest room seemed even quieter.
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At the competition, as Sun Wenjun began to play, the judges on the panel had different expressions.

From Group A to Group B, and then to today's Group C, the level and strength demonstrated by the players have clearly shown an upward trend.

As soon as Sun Wenjun started playing, it seemed as if this was no longer a children's game.

But even so, the fact that he dared to choose this piece of music to participate in the competition made many judges admire him.

However, they were not so surprised about the judges from the Beijing circle, especially the teachers from Laihua College and its affiliated high school, as they knew Sun Wenjun too well.

After listening to the first theme, Zhao Weilin, who was sitting in the C position on the judges' panel, nodded. Apart from starting a little too fast, it was harmless.

He was quite confident about this little apprentice.

In his mind, Sun Wenjun was not much worse than the granddaughter of the old Tang family.

What's the harm in being the first to appear? In the face of absolute strength, the order of appearance is not important at all.

Zhao Weilin's expectation for Sun Wenjun is his performance in the global finals, but for now, he thinks it is just a practical exercise.
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As a leading figure in the piano academic community in Beijing, Zhao Weilin could downplay the competition as a training opportunity for his beloved disciple.

But for the audience, Sun Wenjun, who was the first to appear, shocked everyone right from the start.

[Ruby: Oh my god, is this the strength of Huayuan Affiliated High School? ]

[You in the cloud: Horrible. ]

[The plane takes off: I admit that I am not worthy of eating at the children’s table]

In the live broadcast room, Sun Wenjun conquered everyone with just one topic.

Indeed, Lao Tang and the other two did not expect that Group C would come up with a king bomb right from the start.

What is the origin of this child?
Haitao: “What a bold choice.”

Lao Tang: "The key is to have strength."

Mu Xin: “The beginning was handled perfectly.”

Lao Tang: "K310 is a very difficult piece among Mozart's sonatas. I don't know how long you spent on refining the beginning. I practiced this beginning for three days."

"It starts with an asymmetrical counterpoint for both hands, which must be played in unison, and it also has staccato notes, which is very difficult to control."

Mu Xin: "It also tests the octave technique of the left hand. There must be a second switch in the second measure."

Lao Tang: "It's all about technical difficulties. It's not easy to play the notes and rhythm of this piece accurately. Can you hear the level of voice she is doing now? It's amazing."

[The plane flew into the sky: It was really amazing. ]

[Zhang Pangzi is not fat: This piece of music is actually not suitable for participating in the competition. The slightest mistake will lead to failure.]

[Ruby: I envy this running ability]

Mu Xin: "Such basic skills are acquired through practice."

[You in the cloud: you also need talent]

[Qiuyefeng F: Don’t you know? This kid is actually quite famous in the circle, a student of Zhao Weilin, and has won many awards]

Just as Lao Tang and the other two were discussing with everyone, someone suddenly posted Sun Wenjun's award-winning experience.

【Third Prize of 2020 Asia Star International Youth Piano Competition】

【Second Prize in the 6th Munich International Youth Piano Competition】

【Bronze Award of the 11th Chris King International Piano Competition】

[2021 Sydney Future Star Youth Piano Group B Second Prize]

The live broadcast room was silent for one second.

[You in the Clouds: I’m torn apart]

【Ruby: I am a professional in competitions. 】

[Mangosteen loves to eat apples: Come on, Linlin! ]

【Sheep, come on, Linlin! 】

[Fatty Zhang is not fat: Come on, Linlin! ]

Hai Tao: "Keep a low profile, don't worry, brothers! My Lin is super stable!"

[Flowers blooming everywhere on the other shore: Teacher Tang, isn’t the tempo of this Mozart a bit slow? ]

Lao Tang's attention was completely attracted by Sun Wenjun's topic online, and he didn't see the question on the public screen.

Hai Tao: "This friend named Bianbianhuakai asked if contestant No. 09's Mozart tempo was a little slow, Mr. Tang."

Before Lao Tang had a chance to answer, someone answered the question on the public screen.

[Anyone Can Cook: It’s really slow. To be honest, I felt she wasn’t up to speed from the beginning.]

[Zhang Pangzi is not fat: I don’t feel slow]

Lao Tang: "This speed cannot be called slow—"

[Draw Your Sword, Dad: Teacher Li said that if you start slower, it would be more perfect]

The live broadcast room fell into silence again, with only the sound of piano on the stage swirling and dancing in waves, giving people a sense of contemplation.
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The backstage of the game venue, the parents’ viewing area.

The more Ang Lee listened, the more he admired this child named Sun Wenjun.

Although the car is excellent, Li Ang must not deliberately belittle other young contestants just because this is a competition.

Excellence is excellence.

From the first note the girl sang, Li Ang was attracted.

To perform Mozart's works, one needs to have high requirements for the works as a whole.

Often, the music score may seem simple, but it actually embodies the spirit and charm of the work.

The sound is clean, the tone is transparent, and the running is stable.

In the treatment of the first theme, Sun Wenjun demonstrated to Ang Lee her solid performance skills and understanding of the work.

In the subtitle, the granularity under Sun Wenjun's fingers reveals his control over the musical lines, which is very smooth without any sense of stickiness.

The distribution of lightness, heaviness, slowness and speed in the key touches is just right. To Ang Lee, this is the most standard classical style.

A standard academic performance, this is a live recording that can be used as a demonstration teaching material.

Here, Ang Lee's use of the word "academic" is 100% praise, without any connotation.

Similarly, she allowed Xiaoche to play outside the scope of the rules, but at the same time, she praised Sun Wenjun for playing the rules to the extreme.

For him, the only regret about this piece is the speed. If the starting speed could be slower, he believed that the sentence that Sun Wenjun was about to deal with at this moment would be more contagious.

I am not afraid of people who play Mozart fast, but I am afraid of people who play Mozart slowly.

Mozart's notes will punish anyone who does not have solid basic skills.

The fact that they dare to play at this speed is enough to explain the problem.

Sun Wenjun really is the wrong kid to be in this group.

Alas, a ticket is gone just like that.

Although he hasn't listened to Sun Wenjun's later songs yet, Ang Lee is basically certain that the first two are locked in.

A king bomb is a king bomb, and this is not just Ang Lee’s opinion.

The vast majority of judges on site also believed that this was the most artistic Mozart performance since the start of this competition.

If the competition is turned into a variety show, the best Mozart work on the competition day on the 23rd will be born at this moment.

However, some judges thought that such performance was a bit boring.

The young judge from Russia, Denovak, did not like this formulaic Mozart.

But no one can give a low score to such Mozart.