The world's number one pianist

On the second day, it was obvious that the entire Jiangzhou Art College was much more lively, and more and more people flocked from all over the country to participate in this musicians' summit.

During the day, it was basically the gold medal teachers and professors of various music colleges. They held their own master classes, which were applied by students on campus and automatically assigned to the corresponding professors after being reviewed and approved.

Because the art training of the younger generation in Jiangzhou is generally in the Affiliated Middle School of Jiangzhou Art University, the students who went to the master class as samples are basically from Jiangzhou Art University.

Every time Zhou San talked about this place, he was so angry that his teeth itched, but there was nothing he could do.

After all, there were not many art students in the Affiliated Middle School of Jiangzhou Normal University in his hometown.

Soon, it was evening, and He Shen came to the backstage of the concert hall early and sat in the backstage waiting for the staff to clear the venue.

Several staff members quickly cleaned the tables and chairs on the stage, as well as the piano.

Just when they were about to move both grand pianos down, He Shen suddenly stood up and spoke.

"This place... leave a piano for me."

"Eh? Do you need it today? We didn't receive any notification, and we didn't tell you in advance..."

The staff was stunned for a moment, and they didn't expect He Shen to need a piano.

Because they didn't report to Jiangzhou University of Arts in advance, they didn't know anything at all.

But if you don't give him a piano, it's a bit unreasonable. After all, he was invited to give a speech and discussion. If you don't give him a piano, what should he do if he needs it later?

For a moment, the staff was a little embarrassed.

The two people just looked at each other, and no one knew what to do.

"Hello, is anyone there? He Shen? Are you here?"

Pia!

The door of the backstage of the concert hall was suddenly pushed open by someone, and Qu Shi walked in carelessly. As soon as he came in, he saw He Shen who was confronting the staff. His eyes widened involuntarily, and he looked at He Shen and asked blankly.

"Well, what are you doing?"

"This teacher needs a piano, but he didn't report it in advance, so we don't know what to do."

The staff member was obviously a student at school, and he didn't do any management work, so he looked a bit stunned.

Qu Shi immediately waved his hand after hearing this, saying indifferently.

"Hey, it's just this kind of thing, it's a small matter, I'll talk to the person in charge later, you put the piano there and don't move it."

The staff member looked at Qu Shi and then at He Shen. Although he felt a little headache and a little overwhelmed, he still honestly called others to drag away a piano and leave the other piano in the center of the stage.

He was also very considerate and left a microphone on the side of the piano's speaker to ensure that the sound could be transmitted perfectly.

He Shen looked at the busy staff, nodded to Qu Shi, and whispered.

"Thank you."

"Hey, it's okay. Zhou San told me a long time ago that you are not good at this kind of work, so let me help you share some of the burden. But it's actually nothing. After all, you ran out to get an autograph for me last night."

"It just happened."

He Shen shook his head. When they left yesterday, Professor Dan Yi had not left yet. She was standing by the car chatting with other professors, so He Shen went over and asked for an autograph for her.

Qu Shi waved her hand: "How can there be so many coincidences? Thanks are thanks, but did you memorize the speech? The one I wrote for you?"

"It's okay."

"What's okay? If you memorize it, you memorize it. If you don't memorize it, you don't memorize it. How can there be so many okays?"

"I memorized it... probably."

He Shen couldn't help feeling a little guilty when he said this. He took a look at the speech Qu Shi gave him, and then extracted the key points from it and never looked at it again.

Qu Shi's originally extremely excited expression gradually froze. She looked at He Shen with a frown on her face.

"Uh... probably? What does probably mean?"

"Probably... it's probably, I just memorized a probably..."

"So, you didn't memorize all of mine?"

"No... right?"

"Right?"

"..."

Qu Shi's mouth couldn't help but tremble a few times, and she wanted to complain, but she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. After seeing that no one around noticed her, she squatted on the ground and said aggrievedly.

"I... I wrote the speech for so long, and I still hope that Professor Dan Yidan will say that my speech is well written..."

"Uh, why don't you show it to him directly?"

He Shen was puzzled, looking at Qu Shi who shrank into a small figure in front of him, and said angrily.

Qu Shi rolled her eyes at him angrily, pointed at herself, and then pointed at the audience outside.

"Professor Dan and I have nothing to do with each other. A strange person who plays the piano so-so came to him and asked him to evaluate the paper written by that person. The point is that you haven't heard of this person yet. Will you pay attention to him?"

"No..."

"That's it. I was thinking that if Professor Dan Yi thought your speech was good, I would sneak up and tell Professor Dan Yi that I had contributed to the speech. Now it seems that there is no hope..."

Qu Shi felt more and more aggrieved. He glanced at He Shen, pouted, pushed open the door and walked out from the backstage. He walked into the concert hall and found a seat near the corner and sat down, curling up.

He Shen scratched his head, not really understanding her train of thought.

Can't you just hand this thing over to Professor Dan? Why do you have to have some achievements before you can hand it over to others?

But anyway, since she seemed to be hurt because he didn't recite the speech she wrote, he would mention it to her later.

He Shen tidied his clothes and walked to the side of the stage. He glanced casually and found that the concert hall was already a little full. Many seats were occupied, but the professor was sitting very conspicuously. He sat alone in the middle of the first row.

Sitting around him were all bigwigs from other music schools, and everyone's hair was not so lush.

Looking at all of them, it seemed that the one with the most lush hair was Zhou San with the Mediterranean?

Dan Yi was chatting and laughing with the people around him. Suddenly, he saw He Shen standing backstage from the corner of his eye. He immediately stopped talking and nodded to He Shen with a smile as encouragement.

As Dan Yi's voice disappeared, professors from other music schools around him also stopped their discussions, and the whole concert hall gradually became extremely quiet.

Without the guidance of light, the concert hall had already fallen silent.

Seeing this, He Shen took a megaphone from the staff nearby, walked out from behind the stage, and nodded to everyone.

On the electronic screen behind the concert hall, the title of He Shen's speech soon appeared.

"Love or seeking pleasure? On the interpretation of Chopin's Nocturne in E flat major Op9, No2"