My singer girlfriend is super fierce

The Golden Hall can accommodate about 3,000 spectators.

The tickets for this concert were sold out nearly a month ago, and almost everyone came for Zillman's name.

However, at this time, the focus of the whole audience was only one, that is, the black-haired, yellow-skinned player in the center of the stage.

In the middle of the performance, the combination of piano and percussion made the rhythm of the whole song light and joyful, as if telling that the struggle was entering a white-hot stage, the suffering was about to end, and everyone was working hard.

In the entire Golden Hall, the emotions of all the audience changed with Ye Zhiqiu's playing.

The performance continued, and a certain heavy percussion sound disappeared, leaving only the piano sound from the cheerful performance to slow down and calm down.

The two-second transition seemed to say that he was tired and wanted to take a break, and the audience was just about to take a breath.

But Ye Zhiqiu really just paused, and the excitement of the crowd had not yet calmed down, and the atmosphere was ignited again.

As the piccolo in the orchestra sounded like a bird, the piano sound became heavy and rapid again, and the whole scene was lit up again with the heavy percussion.

As a layman in music, Tangtang understood it this time.

She suddenly understood the name of this piano piece. The performance now seemed to be telling the end and victory was coming.

At the end of the performance, Ye Zhiqiu's fingers slowly and gently tapped the keys, and the human voice appeared briefly, as if saying "We are about to win."

The tragic and unyielding sense of history was fully displayed in the music.

At some point, Tangtang's eyes were slightly wet. Like him, many audiences at the scene had tears in their eyes.

Perhaps this is the charm and power of music, which transcends language and national boundaries, and expresses the emotions that need to be expressed and stimulated to the fullest, and conveys them to every audience through the performers.

Finally, as Ye Zhiqiu's fingers slid lightly across the piano keys, and as Zillmann's baton gradually slowed down, the whole piece ended with a few repeated notes, and the performance ended perfectly.

The aftermath seemed to still float over the Golden Hall, and the scene was still silent. No audience spoke, as if they couldn't bear to interrupt the atmosphere.

Ye Zhiqiu stood up, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to the audience.

"Pa pa pa!"

An audience member in the front row VIP seat stood up and clapped vigorously.

The applause spread quickly throughout the hall like dominoes, and all the audience stood up and applauded loudly.

On the stage, the entire symphony orchestra also stood up, together with Zillmann, facing Ye Zhiqiu's direction, clapping with proud faces and smiles.

The talent of this young Chinese performer has conquered them.

Tangtang felt that her hands must have been red from clapping, but she didn't care.

It was so shocking!

On the other side, people from Huahai University of Media and Communications were equally excited.

What excited them was not only Ye Zhiqiu's music, but more importantly, the reactions of thousands of audience members.

"Bravo!"

"Oh my God!"

"What did he say was the name of this song?!"

"I remember, he is the creator of Flight of the Bumblebee!"

"Genius! This is a genius!"

The atmosphere was boiling, and Ye Zhiqiu thanked the audience three times before he was able to leave successfully.

After the performance, the audience gradually left the stage with reluctance, but the media reporters who learned the news swarmed like bees.

Tonight's performance will surely become a classic!

These reporters have a keen sense of smell. After realizing this fact, they searched for the young Chinese performer like crazy.

Ye Zhiqiu was finally blocked backstage and had to temporarily organize a simple interview session with the help of the staff.

Many excited foreign media reporters surrounded Ye Zhiqiu layer by layer, throwing questions one by one.

"Mr. Ye, is this piano piece really composed by you?!"

"You are the first Chinese musician to perform in the Golden Hall in recent years. What do you think?"

"As far as I know, you are a very famous pop singer in China. Does tonight's performance mean that you will develop in the field of classical music in the future?"

The situation on the scene was too chaotic, and in the end, the staff called the names of the media. Ye Zhiqiu answered the questions of the media that was called, and the reporters calmed down a little.

After Ye Zhiqiu answered another question, the staff randomly pointed to a direction that was not called just now.

"Reporter from Entertainment Weekly, sir, please ask a question."

The white reporter who was called was happy, and just as he was about to ask a question, a voice suddenly came.

"Next."

Everyone was stunned, and the white reporter hurriedly said loudly: "It's my turn"I haven't asked any questions yet!"

Ye Zhiqiu's face was calm, as if he didn't hear the other party's shouting, and he repeated it.

"Next."

The other reporters also felt that something was wrong at this time. Looking at the white reporter, many people quickly reacted and understood the reason why Ye Zhiqiu refused to answer.

The white reporter from Entertainment Weekly who was picked was named Ballmer. He was also quite famous in the industry. He was the one who deliberately caused trouble at the film festival and later published articles in the media to discredit Ye Zhiqiu.

The white reporter Ballmer's face choked, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in dissatisfaction:

"Why, I am a reporter, I have the right to interview!"

"Why?" Ye Zhiqiu shrugged and said in a flat tone: "Because I am not interested in answering your questions. Is this reason sufficient?"

Ballmer was almost mad. He didn't expect that this Chinese man would directly refuse his interview in public. There were reporters at the scene. Wasn't he afraid that his image would be affected if it was reported?

"I protest! "

Ballmer said angrily: "You are blatantly discriminating!"

"I will expose you in the media!"

Many reporters present were slightly shocked. The word "discrimination" is very sensitive. It is not easy for Ye Zhiqiu to accept this big hat.

"Discrimination, no no no." Ye Zhiqiu certainly did not buy it. He grinned and showed a neat white teeth.

"I think this is a personal grudge. "

After the words fell, the faces of many reporters at the scene became a little bit exciting.

Almost of the foreign reporters present were meeting Ye Zhiqiu for the first time, and even just knew this person. They originally thought that the musician who played the piano, who was from China, should have a gentle image.

However, now everyone found that they seemed to be wrong. This young man's temper was a bit...special.

At least, it has nothing to do with the word "gentleman".

No one cared about the reporter Ballmer who left with a gloomy face, and no one at the scene thought that Ye Zhiqiu's attitude just now was a big problem.

Although this young Chinese man looked a little arrogant, but...all this seemed insignificant under the talent he showed.