The Body Swap Game

　　 The two principals said a few words and then sat down.

　　 This is a competition as well as a concert. The audience is full of people. Xia Yu also met his language teacher.

　　 The Chinese teacher sat next to the principal, and he handed Xia Yu a card: "The clothes are in the closet in the backstage. This is the card."

　　 This game is to be videotaped. The local news will also give several pictures, so the image is very important. Xia Yu is currently wearing casual clothes and cannot be played.

　　 took the magnetic card, Xia Yu thanked him.

　　 "Thank you for not having it, you can get rid of that Ma Feng by then. This is our principal's obsession. He won't be able to live without a win," said the Chinese teacher.

　　 "It's Feng Ma." The principal corrected the name, but did not deny what the Chinese teacher said afterwards.

　　 I don’t know what kind of story he and the principal of the second middle school were like when they were young. They said they were enemies and not like them, but like old friends.

　　 "That Feng Ma's mother is Ma Xiao." The principal said to Xia Yu again, "You don't have to be under pressure. I'm very happy to be able to get the top three and get the promotion place."

　　 Ma Xiao is a fairly well-known pianist.

　　 "You have a good talent. After the competition, I can take you to see Ma Xiao." The principal thought Xia Yu was going to go down the road of piano, so he said.

　　 But Xia Yu just used the piano as a skill to make money, and participating in the competition just wanted to get rewards for tasks from the manufacturer.

　　 Moreover, Xia Yu is only going to play the piano in the preliminary round, at most the second round, and when he gets back, he is ready to start playing the guzheng.

　　The reason why he still plays the piano is because he can see that the principal has a special liking for the piano. It is estimated that a large part of the previous bets are due to the piano.

　　 After he enters the finals, the example of his playing the piano will definitely be picked up. It is better to show it openly.

He is ready. His current level is probably the tipping point of lv3. Only by learning the remaining piano music, he will be able to break through to lv4. These days, he has been practicing in cafes and has kept his playing level down. The status of lv3 midstream has also changed some small habits and replaced them with other habits.

　　 An Siyao is not a dog, it is impossible to recognize him under such circumstances.

　　 After reflecting on the plan, after confirming that there were no loopholes, Xia Yu raised his head and the game had begun.

　　 A total of 23 people participated in the competition, and his number was 23.

　　On the stage, three judges are already in place. They are not professors at the University of Music, or well-known musicians.

　　 The first student came on stage, and his instrument was the accordion.

　　 Seeing the accordion, the three judges were expressionless.

　　 The accordion, like the guitar, is mostly played and sung, and this is an instrument competition.

　　 When he finished the song, the three judges were still expressionless and didn't mean to say anything.

　　 He could only bow his face flushed, and walked off the stage by himself.

　　 The second player to play is more reliable in the choice of musical instruments. He used the piano and played the Huzhong Baoli, but because of his excitement and lack of skill, he played two wrong notes.

　　 The two judges were expressionless, and one frowned unabashedly.

　　 Until the fifteenth contestant passed, the five-minute intermission, the best expressions of the three judges just nodded.

　　 These three judges are a bit strict. Xia Yu sighed.

　　 However, the standards of these 15 people are indeed not very good.

　　 "The previous ones are all made up, and our school's music department is at this level. The people behind you should have a higher level, and there are about three people who are at the same level as you." The principal and Xia Yu said.

　　 Xia Yu nodded, expressing understanding.

　　 He looked at Feng Ma, wondering what the level of Feng Ma the principal insisted he couldn't match.

　　Lv4?

　　 Forget it, as for the piano, I only plan to use the level of lv3 mid-level, not to mention that I have only reached the threshold of lv4 now.

　　 He looked at the judges again, and the three judges were discussing.

　　 "So these are all made up, what about those good seedlings?"

　　 "I heard that it was a random draw, but the good seedlings were drawn to the back."

　　 "How many can you live by?"

　　 "It looks like three, maybe not yet, the only thing people look forward to is Ma Xiao's son."

　　 "How many is Ma Xiao's son?"

　　 "The twenty-second, good fellow, the finale!"

　　 Five minutes passed quickly, and the three judges continued to watch the game.

　　 The level of the players behind is indeed a lot more reliable. A more amiable judge has a smile on his face.

　　 At the twentieth person, Xia Yu stood up and went to the backstage to change clothes and prepare.

　　 In the backstage lounge, he met Feng Ma.

　　 Feng Ma was wearing a suit, sitting upright on a stool, nodding towards Xia Yu slightly.

　　 This is generally an action the leader does to his subordinates.

　　 Xia Yu calmly nodded at him, and sat on the side, playing with his mobile phone.

　　 Feng Ma glanced at him again, shook his head, and looked incontrovertible.

　　 His expression did not escape Xia Yu's eyes, and Xia Yu raised his brows, which made him feel worse for this person.

　　 Although he was two lives, Xia Yu was not a good-tempered person. He thought, when he reached lv4 and won him in the next game, he must taunt him back.

　　 It's only a pity that I will use the guzheng when the time comes. The cross-instrument affects the sense of coolness.

　　 "Feng Ma contestant, here you are." The staff led Feng Ma closer to the venue.

　　 Xia Yu also followed, stopping to watch at the corner of the stage.

　　When he came to the stage, Feng Ma bowed first to the audience and then to the judges. His posture was indeed elegant, and there was a round of applause from the audience.

　　 The three judges also smiled and nodded towards Feng Ma.

　　 Sitting in front of the piano, Feng Ma raised his arms, and a string of soothing notes sounded under his hands.

　　 This is the pope’s dancer.

　　Dancer is just a piece of medium difficulty, but the piano performance is not based on the difficulty level of the piece, but the level of performance.

　　 Xia Yu listened attentively for a while, her expression was a little weird~www.readwn.com~ This guy's level seems to be a bit inferior? That's what the middle reaches of lv3 look like?

　　 Yes, the principal listened to his own song last time, and he just entered lv3, saying that Feng Ma is better than himself and there is no problem.

　　 After a long time, it turned out to be a parallel import.

　　 Xia Yu sighed, dull and tasteless.

　　 On the stage, Feng Ma was dancing with his fingers, pressing back and forth on the keys, his arms followed ups and downs, his body also moved, his eyes closed slightly.

　　 With his decent face, Xia Yu also had to admit that the other party was a bit handsome.

　　 The first part of elegance passed, the rhythm accelerated, and the notes became a little messy. This was to express that turbulent era. Then came the third part that combined the elegance of the first part and the fast play of the second part.

　　 When Feng Ma pressed the last note and stood up and bowed to the audience, loud applause sounded, and the three judges also smiled, and followed them twice.

　　 After the applause ceased, the three judges spoke for the first time: "Very good. Although the third part has a little flaw, it is already a rare good piece of music. When I was your age, I couldn't beat you!"

　　 "Come on, green and blue, better than your mother."

　　 "The university might as well come to my Kaiyang Conservatory of Music."

　　 Feng Ma thanked the three judges one by one and entered the background.

　　He passed by Xia Yu's side, smiled at Xia Yu again, and said "Don't be nervous".

　　 Xia Yu simply responded and went on stage.

　　 Not the same as Feng Ma, Xia Yu sat quietly in front of the piano and began to play.

　　 He is the last one, and the competition is about to end. The three judges are already wandering around, thinking about what to eat at noon.

　　 The food scene in their minds was shattered by a sonorous tone.