In front of the piano.
Li Yi stood up and regained his elegance.
......
"Li... Li Yi, right?"
After a while.
Someone finally spoke up from the judging panel.
The judges sitting in the high seats looked at the center of the stage.
They couldn't imagine how this exceptionally gentle young man in front of them had displayed such a devilish madness just now.
They were silent.
......
"Yes, sir."
Li Yi replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the inner hall fell into an awkward silence again.
For a moment, the dozen or so judges did not know what to say.
After a while.
Only then did someone say again,
"Excuse me, just now…What's that song called?"
"From?"
Li Yi glanced at the judge who asked the question.
He had an impression that this was a very arrogant gentleman. However, at this moment, he had lowered his posture in front of him.
The corners of Li Yi's lips curled up imperceptibly.
Then, he said in a deep voice,"
"It's called 'Ghost Light'!"
......
"Ghost fire?"
"Ghost…Fire..."
"No wonder!"
"It deserves its name!”
The judges continued to discuss.
They thought of the ghostly tune and sighed in admiration.
......
"It's an etude I composed."
Li Yi said.
As soon as he finished speaking.
The judges, who were still in discussion just now, suddenly fell silent.
......
The judges did not ask any more questions.
With a complicated expression, he let Li Yi leave.
......
Li Yi's temperament returned to being low-key, and he was no longer as unrestrained as he was when he was playing.
He walked out of the inner hall and walked to the auditorium.
Li Yi noticed that many pairs of eyes were looking at him.
He sensed the unconcealed pride and contempt in her gaze…
......
Li Yi shook his head and chuckled.
After the performance just now, the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart had long been vented.
Li Yi walked back to the corner where he was sitting earlier.
He was on his way.
They passed by the team from the Ecole des Beaux Arts.
At this moment.
The five elites were all seated with different expressions.
Li Yi saw his form teacher, Pierre. Surage smiled and nodded at him.
......
"Li Yi, how was your performance?"
The class teacher, Pierre. Surage asked politely.
"It's alright."
Li Yi replied.
"That's good."
Pierre replied.
......
Li Yi sat back in the corner alone. No one tried to strike up a conversation with him or anything else.
The candidates who had yet to take their turn were still waiting nervously.
Everyone who had completed the assessment was waiting for the final results to be announced.
......
Time slowly passed.
When the sun was setting.
When all the candidates had finished their performances.
The final announcement was about to be made.
The auditorium was once again shrouded in a nervous atmosphere.
......
At this moment.
The two tall wooden doors of the auditorium were pushed open again.
Behind the door, a bustling scene appeared in front of everyone.
They saw the dean of the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Mark Bustamant, and several other deans of other sister colleges appear at the same time.
As soon as they entered the Great Hall.
Shouts came from all directions.
......
Other than the deans of the art academies.
There were also some professional pianists, socialites, gentlemen, and reporters who had been waiting at the door for a long time…
There were indeed quite a number of people who swarmed in.
Li Yi even saw the graceful Hessie among the crowd of people of high status.
......
Dean Mark Bustamant exchanged a few pleasantries with his colleagues.
He looked around the hall and then walked toward Pierre.
With a kind smile, he chatted with the five seeded players in turn.
They seemed to have heard that they had performed well.
The smile on his face became even brighter.
......
Pierre Surage walked up to the dean and seemed to be reporting something.
He saw Dean Mark Bustamant looking in Li Yi's direction from afar.
Li Yi also happened to look over and their gazes met.
Li Yi nodded politely and ignored him.
The dean also smiled and nodded. However, after he retracted his gaze, his smile disappeared.
The expression on his face was that of indifference.
......
When you have value.
Anyone would be very enthusiastic towards you.
Li Yi thought.
......
The entire auditorium was filled with people who had arrived one after another.
Voices rang out everywhere.
This place had surprisingly become a very valuable social place…
The Music Association arranged for servants to bring red wine and snacks as they shuttled through the crowd…
.......
It was late at night.
The result was finally settled.
Outside the halls of the various assessments, the more formal panel of judges led their teams over with solemn expressions.
Everyone fell silent.
Whether it was the directors, professional artists, socialites, gentlemen, or reporters…
All eyes were fixed on the judges.
......
In the corner.
The unknown Li Yi sat in his seat.
He stood up and looked up to see the judges, but he was blocked by the heads in front of him.
He simply sat back down…
He placed his hand on the handle and tapped his fingers with an inexplicable rhythm…
......
There were people who passed the professional artist assessment.
There was also a ranking for those who passed…
The order and value of the rankings were similar to the 'top scorer,''second scorer,' and 'tanhua' of the imperial examinations in ancient China!
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