The world's number one pianist

He Shen and others also came to Zhongzhou from Jiangzhou the next day. Read М

Just coming out of the Zhongzhou Zhongcheng train station, some students couldn't help but open their eyes wide when they saw the bustling crowd around them.

Although most of the students who study music have good family backgrounds.

However, not everyone's family background is enough to support their children to study music and afford to travel more than twice a year.

At this time, the gap between some students can be seen.

For example, Ji Mengting, she just casually glanced at the surrounding environment, frowned slightly, walked a few steps back, stood in the middle of the crowd, and was unwilling to go out.

This bustling crowd seemed a bit disastrous to her.

She didn't like places with so many people.

Especially, the Zhongzhou Zhongcheng train station...

Although this is a symbol of prosperity, behind this prosperity, there are good and bad people, and a mixture of fish and dragons.

People from all over China all ran to this place to try to dig up the next piece of gold.

So, there are really people from all walks of life.

There are even some people who look fierce and stare at everyone fiercely.

I just don’t know what they do...

Maybe they sell lollipops?

Some other students, such as those who often hang out near Jiangzhou, came to Zhongzhou Zhongcheng for the first time and are full of curiosity about everything around them.

They took their friends and took photos everywhere to keep as souvenirs.

Qu Shi looked at this group of students and felt helpless for a while.

These students are all college students. You can’t let them line up and stay by your side like you do with kindergarten students.

You can only persuade them one by one to follow the big team and never get lost.

They even pulled everyone together to create a group to ensure that even if someone gets lost, they won’t be lost.

Or if someone gets lost, just shout in the group to see if anyone is free to bring him back.

After all, Zhongcheng is really big, countless times bigger than Ningcheng.

Moreover, everyone is unfamiliar with the place, so it is easier for things to happen.

He Shen looked at this group of extremely noisy students and frowned as well. However, due to their face, he also couldn't say anything. He just took out his mobile phone, found the number Zhou San gave him before, and reached out to dial.

After just two beeps, the phone was connected, and an extremely low voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You are here..."

"..."

"You are late..."

"..."

He Shen put down his phone and glanced at the big clock behind him, feeling a little puzzled.

Because someone in the team had to go to the toilet before, they left the station a little later. How did this person know so clearly?

The person on the other end of the phone found that He Shen didn't reply, and couldn't help coughing twice, and continued.

"Ahem, you..."

"Where are you? Where can we find you?"

He Shen interrupted this person's speech, and the other side couldn't help but be silent for a while. After a long time, he questioned in a slightly more normal tone.

"Do the students of Jiangzhou Normal University Conservatory of Music have no sense of humor now?"

"Sense of humor?"

"Yes, you haven't had lessons with Zhou San? Zhou San likes to tell these jokes, and you don't cooperate with me..."

"..."

He Shen looked at the phone in his hand, thought about the scene of Zhou San touching his bald spot and telling jokes with everyone, and shook his head.

The image was too strong to be removed directly.

The other end of the phone was still chattering.

"If I say this to Zhou San, for example, if I say you come first, Zhou San will definitely say, 'I shouldn't come?', how funny, you really have no sense of humor..."

"Time, address."

He Shen interrupted his chattering directly, choking the person on the other end of the phone, and couldn't help but say helplessly.

"Okay, okay, you really have no sense of humor. You will meet me in the underground parking garage at the Midtown train station in 30 minutes. I just went out here. Parking is not allowed here. The price of the underground parking garage is also very expensive. However, if the pick-up and drop-off is completed within 30 minutes, it will be free."

"Okay."

He Shen didn't say anything more to him. He just reached out and hung up the phone, and clapped his hands with the people who were still taking pictures there.

"Okay, stop taking pictures. The car will be here soon. Let's go to the underground parking garage to wait for our car first."

"Oh..."

Everyone looked at He Shen and was about to apply to wait a little longer. They still wanted to play.

But some freshmen thought of He Shen's extremely serious appearance when he entered the school, and they couldn't help but lower their heads and walked to He Shen honestly.

Some sophomores had heard of He Shen's reputation and didn't dare to resist much, so they followed the freshmen and walked to He Shen's side.

The junior wanted to hang out a bit, but seeing how obedient the group of people were, he couldn't figure out He Shen's true colors, so he couldn't help but walk over to He Shen's side.

The people who played other instruments, seeing the piano, all followed He Shen obediently. Although they were a little confused for a while, they quickly walked over and followed He Shen.

Seeing He Shen pulling everyone so easily, the other teachers in charge couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and let He Shen pull all the other students to the underground garage to wait for the car to pick them up.

Just a short while later, a bus with about 40 people stopped near the underground parking garage. He Shen checked the information Zhou San gave him, and after confirming that it was correct, he led the team onto the bus with more than 40 people.

Inside, a bearded man in his thirties leaned weakly on the steering wheel. Seeing He Shen's extremely cold appearance, the idea of ​​greeting him just now disappeared without a trace.

He forced himself to hold back a lot of words, and after nodding and greeting everyone, he immediately drove the bus out of the underground garage and went to the hotel that Zhou San had helped arrange before.

The hotel is located near the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, and there is a piano store next to it that has been booked by Jiangzhou Normal University in advance.

The piano store is not big, with about 20 small piano rooms.

It was barely enough for all the students in the Conservatory of Music of Jiangzhou Normal University to practice in staggered hours and keep in shape.

When they all got off the bus and walked to the hotel where they were staying, they didn't notice anything at all.

Near the hotel where they lived, there was a large number of reporters from music newspapers squatting there.

Perhaps because the people in the Conservatory of Music of Jiangzhou Normal University did not wear the uniform school uniform, they looked like a group of tourists and could not attract the interest of these reporters at all.

The group of reporters stood by the hotel, looking at the people from Jiangzhou Normal University, and couldn't help complaining.

"It's really a miracle that someone can still book a room in this place at this time."

"Who knows? Maybe they made a reservation a few months ago and are ready to come here for tourism?"

"Hiss, staying in this place for tourism? You are really not afraid of the distance..."

The group of reporters looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

One person smiled and spoke.

"Maybe they are from some music school? They are also staying here, preparing for the exam?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. They don't even have a uniform team uniform, and they don't even wear black down jackets with school emblems. How can they be from a particularly powerful music school?"

"That's right. They are probably here for sightseeing. Don't worry about them. Let's wait and see other music schools. It is said that students from Haicheng Music School will stay in this hotel."

"Not only Haicheng, but also other music schools, such as Chuanzhou Music School, will also stay here."

"Wait, wait and see what those big music schools think about this game."

"Yeah..."

Everyone continued to squat in the shadows near the hotel, chatting casually while staring at the hotel entrance in the distance.

Because this hotel is the largest hotel nearby, with about hundreds of standard rooms, those music schools will definitely stay here.

Just when several reporters were getting impatient, a bus with the Haicheng Music School logo suddenly drove towards the entrance of the music school.

Wow...

The car stopped at the door of the hotel with great precision. A serious-looking man got out of the car, looked around, and waved to the people in the car.

Soon, the students in the car swarmed out, holding their gifts, and ran towards the hotel.

The long-distance bus made everyone a little mentally exhausted.

And these students, no matter how they looked, they all had a particularly thick black down jacket.

On the chest and shoulders of the down jacket, there were medals with the same logo as the bus.

Haicheng, Conservatory of Music!

This is the Haicheng Conservatory of Music!

All the reporters' eyes lit up and they quickly rushed towards the bus.

Several teachers changed their faces and waved their hands, asking all the students to enter the hotel quickly.

Then, when they wanted to follow the students into the hotel, they were surrounded by countless reporters.

"President Qian, what do you think of this national music higher education competition?"

"President Qian, your school has accepted countless music prodigies this time. May I ask if you have full confidence in winning the championship this time? Do you want to play away and defeat the Huaguo Conservatory of Music?"

"President Qian, I heard that the teacher attending this time is Fu Diao, who is preparing for the competition abroad. Did you call him back to confront Pei Qi from the Huaguo Conservatory of Music head-on?"

"President Qian, how much stronger do you think the students taught by Fu Diao of your school are than the students taught by Pei Qi of the Huaguo Conservatory of Music?"

"President Qian..."

"..."

Walking in the middle of the crowd, the man who got off the bus at the beginning frowned a little when he looked at the densely packed reporters surrounding him.

However, he did not disperse the crowd of reporters immediately, but gave a look to the other teachers standing around, asking them to enter the hotel first. After everyone entered the hotel, he coughed lightly, raised his hand, and gently pressed down the air towards all the reporters.

"Quiet, quiet, one by one."

Principal Qian, actually Vice-Principal Qian, looked at the reporters around him who were gradually quieting down, as well as all the teachers and students who had entered the hotel, and said calmly.

"First of all, what we are considering this year is not the championship. Our primary goal is to communicate and discuss with many brother institutions, discuss the latest teaching methods and determine the future goals of all brother institutions, so as to provide higher music education in our country. , make a long-term plan instead of fighting for life and death! "

"Although I don't know where you heard the news that Fu Diao has returned, what I can tell you is that what you know is correct. Fu Diao is indeed back. I arranged for him to come back."

"However, he is studying in Europe this year and is not preparing for competitions abroad. Therefore, it is not particularly troublesome to call him back. It just allows him to see the latest generation in China."

Principal Qian slowly walked forward, and the other reporters behind him followed him, surrounding him and moving slowly towards the hotel.

"Principal Qian, do you have any plans to win the championship this year? How many places will you decide to win this year that submit videos for the competition?"

Just as Principal Qian was slowly talking about his future plans, a man suddenly came out, holding the microphone in his hand, almost hitting Principal Qian's face, and asked Principal Qian.

Principal Qian looked at this person and couldn't help but frowned, but found that no one else was around to stop the reporter. He instantly understood that this reporter was pushed out by others, and thought for a moment.

Just as he was organizing his words, the reporter continued to add another sentence.

"Principal Qian, please don't use official rhetoric. All of us know that your strength is at the top this year. Please show your ambitions, please!"

"Yes, Principal Qian, tell me."

"Yes, that's right, Principal Qian, you just said so much, but you didn't make any point at all. Principal Qian, please tell me a little bit about your school's thoughts on this competition."

"That's right, Principal Qian, let me tell you a little bit. How many places do you plan to get this year? The eight major conservatories have 150 places for submission of Xiao Sai videos. How many places do you plan to get this year? Tell me."

"Principal Qian..."

"..."

As this reporter took the lead, other reporters also became excited.

Principal Qian's words before were too conservative, which made them uncomfortable, and they couldn't find a suitable point to break out.

If you just tell others in this way, the teacher actually doesn't say anything, he just means that he wants to cooperate with everyone.

So how can their newspaper sales explode?

This is simply too bland, so bland that no one would want to watch this kind of thing.

Therefore, they are now looking forward to Principal Qian being able to say a little bit of explosive stuff to set off the nerves of all readers.

By then, Haicheng Conservatory of Music will be famous, and reporters like them and the music-related newspapers behind them will be profitable.

At that point, you are good, I am good, and everyone is good.

Principal Qian's originally very calm tone turned out to be a little hesitant when he looked at this group of crazy reporters.

He looked at the reporters, thought for a moment, and shook his head slightly.

"No, I still..."

"Principal Qian! Give us some face. Do you want Haicheng Conservatory of Music to be a coward in front of other conservatories?"

"That's right, Principal Qian, Haicheng Conservatory of Music is not such a coward. Haicheng Conservatory of Music is the strongest music conservatory here. If you don't have ambitions, how can you lead other conservatories? Are you equally ambitious?"

"that is……"

Principal Qian couldn't help but stop when he looked at this group of people. He was now in a dilemma.

However, after thinking for a while, he finally decided to reveal a little bit about Haicheng's plan for this year.

He looked at the group of reporters, pursed his lips, and just when all the reporters couldn't wait any longer, he suddenly spoke.

"We have recruited more than 100 students this year, especially piano students. Among them, there are more than 30 students who are good at Chopin. Our school has been in school for four years, plus some graduate students and doctoral students. Among them, those who are good at Chopin, There are also some teachers, nearly two hundred people in total.”

"I know that the Huaguo Conservatory of Music next door is very strong, but we are bound to win these places this year!"

"It has been a long time since anyone in our country in China has been able to stand up on the world stage, so we must stand up this year!"

"The necessary condition for standing up is that someone sacrifices their place to stand up for all of us!"

"This year, we will strive to win all the places, lead China to compete in the Chopin International Piano Competition, and see if we can win another championship!"

"..."

All the reporters’ eyes couldn’t help but widen. They had no idea that Principal Qian’s goal was so big. They immediately wrote down Professor Qian’s thoughts about the future on the notebooks in their hands, and then quickly sent this idea to everyone in the editorial department. Let them perform some artistic processing on Professor Qian's statement.

By then, how could their newspapers not sell out like crazy?

After all, this can be regarded as a declaration of war by Haicheng Conservatory of Music against all conservatories in China!

Then, basically all conservatories will compete with Haicheng Conservatory of Music!

They will definitely fight to the death to compete for the most powerful music education college this year.

However...

The reporters looked at the extremely serious Principal Qian and his face, and were extremely excited for a while.

The strength of Haicheng Conservatory of Music is basically the first and second in China.

This year, Fu Diao from Haicheng came, and it is said that Pei Qi from China also came.

Then...

This year, there will really be a fight to the death!

Just when everyone was excited to remember what Principal Qian said, suddenly a reporter rushed out, poked the microphone in his hand into Principal Qian's face, and asked him.

"President Qian, since you plan to take all the places this year, what do you think of Jiangzhou Normal University Conservatory of Music? This year, Jiangzhou Normal University Conservatory of Music has a particularly powerful figure, He Shen!"

"He is a student taught by Professor Dan Yi of Chuanzhou Conservatory of Music, and is also the champion of this year's Golden Piano Award. He is now almost universally recognized as the most powerful Chopin interpreter in Jiangzhou."

"If you plan to take all the places, then what do you think of He Shen and Jiangzhou Normal University?"

"Can I understand that what you mean is that He Shen's strength is not enough to be compared with the weakest student of your Haicheng Conservatory of Music. For the glory of China, you will not give any place to Jiangzhou Normal University Conservatory of Music?"

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened and stared at the reporter.

And Professor Qian was also stunned and asked hesitantly.

"Who is He Shen?"