More than ten judges in tuxedos walked in with imposing appearances.
One of the burly middle-aged men stood in front with a piece of paper in his hand and began to read out the names of the candidates.
"Francis. Crick, Versailles Institute of Art!”
"Herman. Staudinger, Burger Institute of Art!”
"Pascal Maryer, Ecole des Beaux Arts!”
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One by one, the names, as well as the schools or families they represented, were reported.
After the middle-aged man announced his name, he would raise his head to size up the candidate.
Soon, Li Yi's name was announced.
"Li Yi, Paris Higher School of Fine Arts!”
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His voice was loud and clear, echoing in the hall, giving off the feeling of a judge.
After Li Yi's name was announced.
In the direction of the Ecole des Beaux Arts, the dean, Mr. Fines, and the class teacher, Pierre Surage, frowned almost at the same time.
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At the right time.
Li Yi glanced at them.
He suddenly raised his hand and shouted in a deep voice,
"Sir!"
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Li Yi's sudden interruption made the middle-aged man in front of the auditorium unhappy.
"I only represent myself!"
Li Yi's expression was calm as he shouted.
As soon as he said that, many people in the auditorium were surprised.
The leaders of the Paris Institute of Fine Arts let out a sigh of relief and looked at the auditorium expectantly.
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The middle-aged man was expressionless as he nodded slightly.
He took a deep look at Li Yi and reported again,"
"Li Yi, one person!"
Director Fines and class teacher Pierre Surage smiled and let out a long sigh.
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After confirming the name list.
The panel of judges walked towards the inner hall of the auditorium.
A tense atmosphere finally rose among the examinees in the entire auditorium.
Soon, the first candidate from the Versailles Academy of Art was led into the inner hall.
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The door of the inner hall was slammed shut.
Everyone looked at the wooden door.
After a few minutes.
There was still no sound coming out. The soundproofing effect of the inner hall was obviously very good.
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Li Yi sat in the corner.
He was also a little nervous.
He placed his hands on the handles…
He pursed his lips…
The moment he closed his eyes…
Many images appeared before his eyes.
'There are the mocking laughter of my classmates in school…
There was the discussion between the reporters and passersby in the square just now…
There was the arrogance and contempt of the staff member, Hessie…
There is also the rejection of the form teacher and the dean…'
At this moment, Li Yi was suppressing his anger and unwillingness…
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One by one, the candidates walked out of the inner hall.
Another candidate entered the inner hall.
Someone's performance was calm and excellent…
There were even some who looked flustered and nervous…
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Li Yi's classmates and the elites of the Paris Higher School of Fine Arts also began to enter the venue.
Director Fines and class teacher Pierre Surage got busy.
They were constantly cheering and comforting the students who were about to take the assessment…
They personally handed over tissues and wiped the sweat off the students…
They even waited at the entrance of the inner hall, their eyes burning with anticipation…
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"Li Yi!"
A cold announcement suddenly sounded.
Li Yi suddenly opened his eyes.
From the moment he stood up, a sharp aura was emitted without any concealment!
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Li Yi walked into the inner hall.
He met his classmate, Pascal Marjee, walking out amidst the earnest greetings from his homeroom teacher.
Pascal was still confident and proud. It was unknown what he said to Pierre's class teacher.
He saw the form teacher grinning from ear to ear.
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Perhaps he was in a good mood.
When they passed by Li Yi, Pierre Surage, the class teacher, smiled kindly and comforted him,"
"Li Yi."
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's fine if you don't pass the test.”
Li Yi's expression didn't change. He only nodded slightly.
Then, he continued to walk into the inner hall.
He entered the inner hall.
Behind him was Pierre. Surage shrugged and smiled.
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It was different from the magnificent and luxurious auditorium.
The inner hall was more reserved and simple.
The entire plane was circular.
There was a small stage in the middle. The stage was covered by spotlight and a piano stood in the middle.
The judges 'seats were located slightly higher around them.
Dozens of judges sat high up, scrutinizing and listening to the performance of the candidates.
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Li Yi paused in his steps and slowly walked to the center.
"Li Yi?"
"Yes, sir!"
Li Yi stood in front of the stage and started a short conversation.
"Then start your performance.”
"There are no restrictions on the songs."
"But our requirement is that it can reflect the skills and artistic conception of a professional pianist.”
A high-pitched voice came from the high seats of the judging panel.
Li Yi looked around.
He took in all the judges who had dignified expressions and extraordinary statuses.
He bowed slightly to show that he understood.
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Then.
Li Yi walked to the piano and sat down calmly.
He stroked the black piano under the Light Pursuit, a little infatuated.
This piano was very expensive. It was a Stanway grand piano and could cost hundreds of thousands of euros.
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