When Ji Rao sat in front of the piano, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, his mood became fierce.

When the piano sound started, the judges' faces changed.

In the audience, a small part of the faces were stunned and unbelievable, and the rest were represented by Wu Zhaoyun.

I don't know why the same music played by my fingers was moved to the last round of the competition.

Their feeling is not wrong, even if the most rudimentary can only distinguish between good and bad, ordinary people know that this music is really ugly and heinous.

"Piano Concerto No.2 in G minor" has a strong music thinking of Proctor's style. When Prokofiev premiered, because of the fierce beat of rhythm and the continuity of discordant chords, many people withdrew and reviled him.

That was still the case, and today, there are already people in the audience who can't sit.

They speak different languages, but they express the same meaning.

"What the hell is this guy playing! It's like the damn butter sauce. It's crazy. "

Wu Zhaoyun looked at Ji Rao on the stage and thought in amazement that my level of blind play was just like this.