At this moment, countless people in the live broadcast room of the owner of Twitter started discussing enthusiastically.
There was no other reason. It was because the Eastern youth's chime-bell performance was too stunning.
"I have to say in advance that this child is good at creating miracles.”
The host of the live broadcast room, Valinjinanov, saw everyone's discussion and immediately joked.
There were two opinions in the comments.
"Celebrity Shen has never disappointed us. So what if he's from the bottom?”
"Do kings and generals have balls?"
Most of these comments came from the netizens at the bottom, while on the other side were the rich second-generation heirs.
"He probably specialized in studying rare musical instruments like the chime bell in the past.”
"If you have the ability, tell him not to use the chime bell. Use a common instrument?”
"Chime-bells are indeed too unpopular."
Even the three professors had joined in.
"To be honest, although there are a few extremely outstanding children, most of them are in line with expectations.”
"That's right. As for these outstanding children, it should be related to the different educational environment of the orphanage in the early years.”
"I just watched the video of this young man's chime bell. I have reservations.”
Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the live broadcast room, it was time for Celebrity Day.
"Mante, Xingchen, change your clothes and get ready in the afternoon. There's a concert at the Yanjing Grand Theater.”
After lunch, Zhao Yueshan spoke.
Although he didn't think highly of this child from the bottom, he didn't show it on his face.
He naturally had the bearing and shrewdness he should have.
Zhao Mante nodded and looked at the youngster beside him with a complicated gaze.
It was June and Yanjing was getting hotter. The blazing sun was almost burning people up.
When they arrived at the entrance of the Yanjing Grand Theater, it was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.
The audience outside the door was well-dressed and talked happily every time they met.
His upbringing, his way of speaking, and his manners were refined and appropriate.
In twos and threes, they entered the venue in an orderly manner.
Generally speaking, the nouveau riche did not like such classical concerts.
The ones who came to listen were the cultured people in the upper-class circle of Yan Jin, such as Zhao Yueshan.
In the live broadcast room.
"This is the first time this young man from the East is attending a real gathering of the rich, right?”
"Right now, he doesn't know that he's going to perform later.”
"Oh! Are there any ancient oriental instruments here?”
"The chime bell from last time was too wonderful. I didn't expect to hear this ancient oriental instrument sound again so soon.”
"I hope so. Don't enter the Grand View Garden like Granny Liu.”
"The real comparison is about to begin. The children at the bottom and the elegant art, what a wonderful contrast!”
"Not to mention the orphans at the bottom, even a normal family might not have been to a concert, right?”
"I always feel like a cow is chewing on a peony. Sigh."
Among the comments, there were second-generation heirs who looked down on him, western music lovers who were looking forward to it, onlookers who were watching the show, and netizens who supported celebrity Shen from the bottom. There were all kinds of people.
He had thought that he would see the panic and embarrassment of this child at the entrance when countless wealthy families met at the beginning.
However…
The young man was wearing a black tuxedo. Although he did not say a word, his temperament was as elegant as an orchid.
Just because he was tall and upright, he did not fight for anything, but he gave birth to an ancient gentleman's gentle aura.
He was actually not inferior to those rich second-generation heirs. Perhaps it was because of his different temperament that he seemed to stand out from the crowd.
Soon, the concert was about to begin. At the same time, everyone settled down.
On the huge semi-circular stage, there was an elegant and luxurious piano. The pitch-black cover reflected a mysterious glow.
The lights in the hall went out instantly.
The blond pianist was tall and slender. He had only taken a few steps, but in the eyes of the crowd, it was as if he was an elegant gentleman from a few centuries ago.
"It's Jack! The winner of the Tchaikov International Music Competition!”
"Most of his songs are the type that fights against fate, and they can always make the listeners feel the wonderful sound flowing from the keys.”
"Yes, but other than the sad song, Jack's most praiseworthy characteristic is his speed.”
"His fingering is frighteningly fast. Even if there are countless famous piano masters in the world, not many can be faster than his fingering!”
Countless audiences spoke up when they saw this elegant gentleman who seemed to have lived in the middle ages.
The next moment, the stage lights went out, and Jack had already sat on the stool.
The only beam of light was like a spear piercing through the night, instantly hitting the man who was the center of attention.
Closing his eyes, Jack's hands slowly moved across the keys.
The low voice started the match, and it was still a depressing opening.
Lonely and cold, like a snowy night.
As the music progressed, the pressure on Jack's fair and slender fingers was released crazily.
Climax.
The violent tinkling sounds on the black and white keys were released wantonly, as if they were announcing the injustice of fate to the world!
The endless notes finally formed an invisible hand that grabbed fate by the throat.
Until the end of the chapter.
The gentle sound of the piano finally warmed the hearts of all the listeners.
When the lights returned, Jack stood up and elegantly bowed to the audience below.
There were no cheers, but thunderous applause.
They were not the only ones watching.
Countless audiences from the East and the West were also immersed in the wonderful piano music of this piano master. It was as if they were brought into the struggle against fate, no matter the price, and the unyielding melody.
Finally, the curtain fell.
The bullet comments were also rolling like a tide.
"Today, I finally experienced the charm of music.”
"Yes, I never liked the piano before. I always felt that it was cumbersome.”
"If Ming Xingchen really performs today, then this master in front of us…"
It wasn't until the western netizen said this that the audience came to a realization.
With the jade in front of him, no matter how well this Eastern youth performed, what could he do?
Could he surpass this renowned piano master? How was this possible?
The following scene was almost predictable, not to mention whether this young man could play such luxurious music like the piano.
Just Jack alone, after him, almost no matter who played, the audience would only be bored.
Since you have beautiful jade in your heart, why pity the stone?
This time, Star Chen was done for.
All the audience members who supported Celebrity Shen sighed.
The real cross-realm had arrived!
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