The two of them spent more than 20 performances with Ye Qingyan backstage.
I must say, there were a few really stunning young ladies and gentlemen.
"Hey, which department is this person from?"
"Didn't you just say it was the directing department?"
"No wonder, I feel like I can do it again." Ye Qingyan was itching to go up and ask for his contact information.
"Just behave yourself for a while. Didn't you say before that men are boring?"
“Wasn’t that before?” Ye Qingyan said reasonably.
"Your match is coming up soon, so prepare well."
"What's there to prepare?" Ye Qingyan said dismissively. These few world-famous songs, she wasn't bragging, but she had played them thousands of times in her life, if not tens of thousands.
"whispering sound."
A girl who had played the same piano solo before them scoffed as she passed by: "Music is definitely not something you can cram for at the last minute."
"Hey, have I been too nice lately, making you all get cocky?" Ye Qingyan stood up.
The girl walked away slunk away, seeing that the other woman was a head taller than her.
"What's wrong with these girls? They can't beat you in a fight, but they just want to talk a good game."
Ye Qingyan wasn't angry; these people didn't deserve her anger.
"If you already know, then just ignore it." Zhen Tian pressed her down.
Ye Qingyan is the 39th.
It must be said that the competition was very professional, so professional that the judges sitting below included the director of a recently popular music program, a producer from a TV station, the president of a music association, and, of course, the internationally renowned musician.
The group of people sitting below had such high standards for music that they interrupted the performance immediately when they heard someone just there to make up the numbers.
Emotions were about to erupt, and the people preparing backstage instantly tensed up.
"How come they're still interrupting the game?"
"Holy crap, I can't take it anymore, I'm panicking like crazy..."
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."
The contestants waiting backstage became restless.
"That would be so embarrassing." Yang Tao imagined herself performing up there and being suddenly interrupted; she guessed she would probably burst into tears.
"Don't panic. This is my competition, not yours. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm worried about you, afraid you'll be kicked out and cry."
"It's alright, I only prepared a short piece. I might be off the stage before they even try to get rid of me," Ye Qingyan laughed heartily.
"Three more to go, now we're heading to the stands. We're cheering you on!" Zhen Tian smiled and patted her shoulder. "Good luck in the competition."
"Go ahead. See how charming my sister is."
Zhen Tian and Yang Tao walked to their seats in the audience.
In fact, Zhen Tian had never actually seen Ye Qingyan play the piano. She hadn't before, and she hadn't had the chance since starting university.
She was quite looking forward to it.
Before Ye Qingyan, another girl's performance was interrupted, and soon it was her turn.
Regardless, Ye Qingyan's face won.
After all, she was a goddess who was popular in several colleges and had ex-boyfriends all over the school. As soon as she stepped on stage, without Yang Tao organizing her friends, the boys below started howling.
Unlike the others who went on stage and introduced themselves at length, Ye Qingyan simply stated her name and sat down at the piano.
The white dress paired with the pure black grand piano, and the spotlight shining on her, truly created a beautiful atmosphere for Ye Qingyan.
But the music she chose wasn't the right thing to do.
The march was rousing and passionate throughout. Ye Qingyan was so engrossed in writing that her hand was so fast that it was almost blurry.
"Qingyan seems pretty cool." Yang Tao stared blankly at the stage.
Zhen Tian had never seen it before, but her eyes were full of pride.
With a heavy thud, Ye Qingyan's time was indeed over; it came suddenly and ended just as suddenly.
The people below hadn't reacted yet.
Seeing that no one reacted, Ye Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then played two more notes. The microphone had been set up beforehand, so she adjusted the height and sang a pop song.
"The sky stretches as far as the eye can see, a reflection of the ocean."
"The blue sky stretches to the horizon, but where are you, my love?"
"If we get lost..."
"Remember to put your longing into a message in a bottle."
"Remember, send it to me quickly so people don't worry."
The two knew that Ye Qingyan had recently become obsessed with this song. However, they never expected that Ye Qingyan's voice would be so ethereal when she sang it seriously.
Before long, the song was over.
She stood up abruptly and took her bow.
The applause from below surged forth like a flood.
"Wait, did you design the march solo and the pop song?" the TV producer asked.
Ye Qingyan was taken aback by the sudden question. Why was she the one being asked the question?
After looking around, the host quickly handed him a microphone.
"No, I saw you guys didn't react after I finished playing." Ye Qingyan was really exasperated.
Her words amused the audience, and even the director laughed.
"What is your understanding of the two pieces..." the music association president asked.
Ye Qingyan told the truth honestly, and then left without any lingering attachment to the stage.
After she finished, Yang Tao and Zhen Tian, no longer interested in anyone else, went straight backstage: "Wow, this young lady is amazing! Future piano queen, may I interview you?"
"Two minutes, my schedule is very full." Ye Qingyan cooperated with Yang Tao's acting.
"Then may I ask what prompted Your Majesty to lead you down the path of music?"
Ye Qingyan dropped her haughty demeanor, lowered her head, and pretended to wipe away tears: "It's...it's because my family is poor. I've always cherished...my family sold everything they owned to support me. My dad broke his leg while working on a construction site, and he gave me all the compensation money for medical expenses without even going to get treatment..."
She was well-versed in the tricks of the game, and could tell a story with eight hundred twists and turns.
Yang Tao was the first to burst into laughter, and Ye Qingyan stopped pretending: "What's wrong? I still have a bunch of tragic stories to tell."
"Come on, I can't imagine you looking miserable while looking at your haute couture."
"You're not a good reporter."
The three of them started arguing.
The competition results will be posted on the school's bulletin board the following day.
It's already quite late; it'll probably be 11 PM by the time we finish with 60 people.
They packed their things and went straight back to their dorm.
The results were released the next day, and Ye Qingyan lived up to expectations, securing one of the 30 spots.
This means she still needs to prepare for the competition.
Next comes the round of 30 to 10, making the competition even more brutal.
Ye Qingyan also began to take it seriously and make serious preparations.
Zhen Tian received a call from the studio one afternoon.
When she arrived by car, nearly 60 people in the studio were standing there dejectedly.
"What's wrong with you? What happened?"
Wen Jiujiu looked like she was about to cry.
"Someone just came and took away all the important documents from the studio, saying they need to be approved. We were also questioned one by one."
Zhen Tian frowned, wondering what had happened to Zhizhi that had affected both her family and studio.
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