Chapter 42: Fortunately passed (four more)

A song "Blue and White Porcelain" conquered Han Sha, and she continued to immerse herself in the Jiangnan water village and the beautiful love story created by Song Yan until the song was played.
After a short while, Han Sha looked back and looked at Song Yi: "It turned out that your piano is so good, it's really hidden!"
"Who calls me a low-key and connotative person?" Song Yan said with a nasty look.
"You are low-key?" Han Sha sneered: "Now in Shengye Middle School, who doesn't know your name, see Yiyong kicking Teacher Yan to the junior high school in order to assist the police in arresting a class A wanted criminal. Will I be assigned to teach elementary school students. "
"Ahem." Song Yan's face went red for a while, and it was not expected that Teacher Han Sha would say such ridiculous words.
Suddenly, Han Sha had a sly smile on her face, and Song Yun immediately reacted, and he was teased by Han Sha.
Suddenly, Song Yan's eyes became somewhat resentful.
Han Sha, who couldn't stand his eyes, said quickly: "Okay, your leave is OK, but you must win a championship, otherwise, you just have to wait to clean the toilet."
"No, it's too cruel." Song Yan mourned.
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At 9 am on the 15th, Song Yong appeared in the vocal teaching building of the Xiangcheng Conservatory of Music. The venue for this piano contest was arranged here.
Downstairs, there are red banners hanging under the vocal music. There are two tables under the banner, and a total of four staff members from the competition will issue number plates there.
Yesterday, Zheng Yun called and talked to him. About 800 people signed up to participate in the piano competition. Therefore, ten classrooms were arranged for the sea election. Each classroom had three judges. To be determined.
At the staff office, Song Zheng reported his name and document number and received a number plate 7-68.
"7" represents classroom number 7, and "68" is the sequence number.
Haixuan started at 9:30. From the staff, after asking that Class 7 was on the 4th floor, Song Zheng went straight to the 4th floor with a number plate.
Classroom 7 door is closed. Obviously the judges haven't arrived yet. However, most of the contestants have come outside the classroom to wait. With the friends or family accompanying them, the corridor looks very crowded.
"Hey, what's the name of a man? He came alone, without friends?" A thin, ugly young man with long hair and ugly looks greeted Song Kun.
"Yeah, come by myself. My name is Song Yan. What do you call it?" As the so-called stretched out his hand without smiling, Song Yan was kind.
"My name is Xia Xiang, Musician, this is my business card." Between words, the other hand presented a rather delicate business card.
"Thank you." Song Yan reached for the business card. "However, I'm still a student. I don't have a business card."
Xia wanted to be more able to talk, and it was a kind of candid, and Song Ye did not ask, he took the initiative to talk about his own affairs. According to him, from high school, he began to practice piano and play guitar, then went to college and joined He joined the music club and formed a band with a few like-minded students who share a common music dream.
Unfortunately, after graduating from college, forced to make a living, everyone went their separate ways, and the band was dissolved.
Only he didn't give up his music dream. Since the band disbanded, he simply played by himself, but was not very happy.
In the past two years, he has also participated in many musical drafts. The best one entered the rematch, but because his face value is not enough, and his singing skills are not strong, he has not been able to make his mark. Rich, he signed up to participate.
Suddenly, Xia Xiangyan turned around and asked Song Yan: "Are you still in high school?"
"Um. Senior year." Song Zheng nodded.
"Which school?" Xia wanted to keep asking.
"Holy Night Middle School."
"Amazing, our best middle school in the state, are you an art candidate?"
"No, I'm a liberal arts student!"
The two talked about each other one by one, and finally, the staff came to open the door. Then, the judges followed, two men and one woman.
nine thirty.
The staff came out to announce the start of the sea election, and asked everyone to keep quiet, and then let 701 enter the classroom to play and 702 get ready.
701 is a young boy of the same age as Song Yan. Obviously, the other party is a little nervous.
Haixuan has no requirements for the repertoire, just play one of the best songs.
The sound insulation of the classroom was not very good. As 701 went in for a while, the sound of the piano came out. The other party played the first widely-known famous song "Little Raindrops". During this time, he did not stop absorbing This kind of tune, now, there are tens of thousands of tunes in his mind.
When he heard half of it, Song Yan shook his head secretly, wondering if the other party was too nervous, and only halfway through it, there were no fewer than five errors.
Sure enough, when 701 stepped out of the classroom, his face looked downcast, obviously, and he failed.
"702 Please come in and play." The staff sang loudly.
702 is a fat boy who came out less than five minutes after entering. Everyone thought that he had passed. In fact, Song Yun's hearing knew that he failed.
The draft was very fast. Some of the poor performers were stopped by the judges before the song was finished. Therefore, at 11 o'clock, it was already ranked 56th. However, those who passed the draft were less than three points. one.
"757 come in and play."
"It's my turn, I'm going in advanced." Xia Xiang confidently said something to Song Yan, and strode forward into the classroom.
Soon, a sad song was introduced from the classroom to Song Ye's ears. Song Ye was slightly surprised, because Xia Xiang's performance level was no less than Huang Quan, and he should have a professional level of seven.
Sure enough, when Xia wanted to get out of the classroom, she had a little more pride on her face.
"Congratulations to Xia," Song Yan smiled.
"Haha, just a trifle." Xia Xiang waved his hands pretending to be indifferent, and everyone could see the proudness of that eyebrow.
Originally, Song Yong thought Xia wanted to leave, but he did not expect that the other party had to wait for him to participate in the election before leaving.
It was 11:43, and the staff sang Song Ji's number.
"Come on!"
Xia wanted to wave his fist to Song Yan.
"Thank you."
Song Zheng stepped into the classroom and saluted the three judges.
"Please start playing." The male judge sitting in the middle said indifferently.
"it is good."
Song Yong calmly came to sit down in front of the piano, his hands fell on the black and white keys, and then a string of sad notes flowed out of his fingers. The three judges' eyes suddenly lighted.
With Song Yong's performance, all three judges closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the artistic conception he created.
Qu Ba, the male judge sitting in the middle said with a look of admiration: "It's very good, I pass."
"An intriguing question, what is the name of your song, is it original?" The female judge sitting on the right followed.
"This song is called" Blue and White Porcelain ", and it is an original song." Song Yan replied.
"Very good, I look forward to your next performance, and I also pass."
"It's very good, and the music is very good. I have no reason not to pass." The male judge on the left smiled.
"Thank you."
Song Ye got up to express his thanks, glanced at the staff member holding the camera, got up and left the classroom.
"Brother, have you passed?" As soon as he stepped out of the classroom, Xia Xiang greeted him.
"By chance," Song Yan smiled.
So Song Ye and Xia wanted to go downstairs together, but they did not expect to encounter Uncle and Song Xue unexpectedly when they reached the third floor. Both the mother and daughter looked surprised.
[Author off topic]: Four more! Four more! Four more!
Seeing that the mosquitoes are so diligent, don't forget your collection.
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