At the same time, on the stage, the host was still immersed in shock.
Everything just now was too surreal.
The folk music took back the initiative with the toughest stance.
Turn defeat into victory!
Turn the tables!
"Old Zhao, it's your turn to host!" One of them reminded him softly.
Only then did the host come back to his senses and hurriedly took the microphone straight to Yang Chen.
"Mr. Yang Chen, can I interview you?”
Yang Chen was expressionless and did not say a word.
He had no intention of accepting an interview.
Jiang Weiwen and Master Guan were smiling.
Remembering that Yang Chen was autistic, he quickly stepped forward.
Yang Chen was surrounded in the middle.
Master Guan took the microphone and explained,"
"Xiao Chen suffers from autistic disorder. I'll accept the interview on behalf of Xiao Chen.”
All the masters of folk music looked at Yang Chen.
All of them revealed doting expressions.
Yang Chen had already become the group's pet!
Everyone below the stage was shocked!
"Autism? This kind of genius actually had loneliness?”
"The heavens are jealous of talents…"
"All birds pay homage to the phoenix. Who would have thought that the player was autistic!”
This time, everyone knew that Yang Chen was an autistic patient.
However, no one had any discrimination. Instead, they admired him.
Perhaps only a real autistic genius could boast about how many birds paid homage to the phoenix!
When the heavens gave you a talent, they would also take something away from you.
In the eyes of others, loneliness was unfortunate.
But for folk music, for Xia country, Yang Chen's appearance was lucky!
"Thank you so much for your interview, Master Guan. The performance of Min Le today was really eye-opening.”
"However, I still have a question that I really want to ask Mr. Yang Chen. I believe that many of the audience present have the same question as me.”
"As an autistic patient, it is very difficult to stand on this stage. Facing so many people, Mr. Yang Chen, how did you overcome it?”
Everyone's eyes were on him.
It had to be said that the host was really shrewd. The audience was really curious about this question.
He was looking forward to Yang Chen's response.
Yang Chen took the microphone and was silent for a long time before he slowly said:
"Compared to physical discomfort, I hope that the folk music can win.”
The audience was silent.
A few seconds later, applause rang out. Everyone was applauding and admiring him from the bottom of their hearts.
"Good!"
"It's fine if you're good at playing the suona, but you have such high awareness!”
"I suddenly realized that big brother Yang Chen is very handsome!”
"Handsome on the outside, but even more handsome on the inside!"
"What is realm? This is called realm!"
"Xiao Chen said it too well!"
Dilareba couldn't help but clap, her face full of admiration.
Yang Mi was all smiles.
Indeed, it was just as Dr. Qin had said.
Xiaochen had the heart of a great nation!
At this moment.
Yang Chen's image was even more majestic!
Who could have imagined?
An autistic child.
The height and realm of his thoughts could be so high.
The faces of the people who had been clamoring to learn western music turned red, and they wished they could find a hole to hide in.
Compared to Yang Chen, they were ashamed.
Yu Shaocong, who had witnessed everything, was furious.
He had been waiting for this competition for a long time.
He had wanted to win this competition.
Then, he would attend the Spring Festival Gala.
Then, he went to America to study.
It would be best if he stayed in America for the rest of his life and promoted Western music.
He had even gotten a green card and his future was smooth.
But Yang Chen's appearance.
It disrupted his entire plan.
He did not know when he would be able to appear on the Spring Festival Gala again.
Or perhaps, there was no hope in this life?
At this moment, his mentality collapsed.
"You're just basking in the light of the suona. Do you think you're very strong?!”
Everyone's gaze was instantly attracted by this roar, and they were stunned.
Yu Shaocong was a completely different person now.
It gave people the feeling that he couldn't afford to lose.
His fangirls covered their mouths in shock.
"Is this still the Shao Cong I know?”
"Heavens, what is Shao Cong talking about?"
The furious Yu Shaocong was in stark contrast to the gentle Yang Chen.
Yu Shaocong didn't care about that. He continued angrily,"
"For those who are familiar with musical instruments, everyone knows that the suona is a rogue instrument. It's cheating! Folk music had become a thing of the past! Old things should be eliminated!”
"Let's see who likes folk music. They were all old people! Would folk music be able to play a song that young people liked?”
He had wanted to say this a long time ago!
Folk music had indeed been passed down for thousands of years.
But why was it replaced by Western music?
Wasn't it because it wasn't popular enough?
His words caused an uproar.
"D * mn, what nonsense are you talking about? Did it have to be popular to be good?”
"Who defined fashion?"
"Originally, I thought that the two of them were equally matched, but now it seems that little brother Yang Chen's realm of thought is a hundred thousand miles away.”
"I can still accept what the Westerners say, but he's from China!”
"You can mention the shortcomings of folk music, but there's no need to belittle it like this…"
Jiang Weiwen and the others frowned slightly.
"Folk music…isn't popular?"
Suddenly, Yang Chen muttered and walked out from behind Grandmaster.
Everyone's attention was instantly attracted to him.
He walked to a musical instrument, picked it up, and put it to his mouth.
At this moment, everyone was as silent as cicadas in winter.
What did Yang Chen want to do?
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