Unparalleled Crazy Young System

The third round of the game began.

The order of playing this time is different from before. The player with the highest total score of the previous two plays first.

Those who performed well in the first two rounds show that they have a certain level of skill. Although the songs they produced are not as good as those famous ones, at least they still sound very good.

One by one the players performed in the past.

"Duxiu, what's the matter with you? It's almost coming to you, why are you here." Tian Dongling frowned and looked at Qiu Duxiu, who seemed to have washed her head.

For some reason, she felt that Qiu Duxiu still had a strange smell.

She slapped her hand: "What's the smell on you."

Qiu Duxiu complained inwardly, can I tell you that I just came out of the Maokeng.

Of course, Qiu Duxiu couldn't talk about these things. He could only pretend that he hadn't smelled anything, and at the moment it was the turn of Qiu Duxiu to perform on stage.

He swallowed, stepped onto the stage, and walked towards the arranged piano.

"Woo, what does this smell? It smells so bad."

"Look at that man, why is he still wet."

"The unpleasant smell seems to come from him."

"You said he wouldn't fall into the pit."

I don't know if it was because of being stabbed in pain by an audience, Qiu Duxiu almost fell on the stage, but fortunately, nothing happened.

He walked to the piano and sat down.

He raised his head and looked at the audience in the audience, his eyes fell on the **** Ye Hao.

At this moment, Ye Hao was pinching his nose and fanning his hands.

Damn guy, dare to treat himself this way!

If it wasn't for him, how could he be so embarrassed!

Qiu Duxiu gritted her teeth and raised her hand. You all waited for me. When Lao Tzu beats you, I will see how you laugh.

With this mood, Qiu Duxiu began to play the tunes he had prepared earlier.

Tian Dongling in the audience wrinkled when she heard the sound of the piano. She prepared this piece for the Autumn Duxiu. Although it was not very good, it should be no problem to show it in such a competition.

But I didn't expect the feeling of Qiu Duxiu's performance at this time, which was far worse than when he practiced before.

There were many errors in the two or three minutes of playing.

After the final song ended, Tian Dongling's eyes fell on the judges.

Nangong Ziqiong gave a very low 6 points.

The other four judges all gave about 7.5 points.

This round of Autumn Duxie's score is 36 points.

Tian Dongling looked at the eyes cast by the judges, and she nodded with a smile.

This scene happened to be seen by Ye Hao. This woman was really dishonest. Since she is not kind, don't blame me.

"Teacher." Qiu Duxiu walked down, and he also knew that he was not playing very well this time.

"Your state is not right." Tian Dongling frowned. If it were other students, she would directly scold her, but Qiu Duxiu's identity made her helpless.

Fortunately, she had been prepared before, and had a little relationship with several judges.

Although the third round score is a bit low, but with the scores of the previous two rounds, the final score of the Autumn Duxiu is 120.7 points.

Maybe it has nothing to do with the first place, but it is better than that stinky woman's apprentice, there should be no problem.

Tian Dongling smiled at the corner of her mouth, as if she had seen victory beckoning to herself.

The other side.

Seeing the score of 120.7, Song Xiaoyue trembled in her heart.

In other words, in order to win the Autumn Duxiu show, her third-round score must be 45 points or more.

"Xiaoyue, it's okay. Don't be stressed, just show your level." Ning Yawen patted Song Xiaoyue on the shoulder.

Song Xiaoyue didn't speak, holding the violin, thinking about things to pay attention to while waiting for her performance.

Time passed quickly, and it was Song Xiaoyue's turn.

Ye Hao paid attention to the one with the highest total score at the moment.

The score is: 123.8 points.

Song Xiaoyue's score so far is 75.9. If you want to go ahead and overtake first place, you must get a high score of 48 points or more!

Ning Yawen, Song Xiaoyue and the others might have a good idea as long as they can surpass Qiu Duxiu, but Ye Hao didn't think so, since they had all exchanged abilities.

Then you must get the first place.

The supporter called Song Xiaoyue's number.

Song Xiaoyue took her violin and walked onto the stage. She bowed to the judges and the audience, picked up the violin and posed.

She took a deep breath and put the bowstring on the body of the violin.

Ye Hao in the audience secretly used the body control technique in his mind, and the target was Song Xiaoyue.

In an instant, he felt a sudden shock in his brain, and the next moment he found that he could clearly feel Song Xiaoyue's body, as if she were his own puppet.

But Song Xiaoyue herself was immersed in her own world without feeling anything.

After that, Ye Hao controlled Song Xiaoyue's body and slowly began to play Bihai's song.

"Hey. Why did Xiaoyue suddenly feel different when she pulled it out? It feels...it feels like..." After the words, Ning Yawen didn't say anything, but just looked at Ye Hao, who was staring at the stage blankly.

She felt that the rhythm played by Song Xiaoyue at the moment was just like when Ye Hao played before.

Maybe it's just an illusion.

At this moment Song Xiaoyue still didn't notice any strangeness, because Ye Hao's movements were actually not much different from the ones she wanted to make, but it gave her a sense of harmony between man and nature.

calm.

Waves.

violent!

Bihai's melody began to change little by little.

Those young audiences in the audience who were not interested in instrumental music at all were quiet now.

Put down the phone, put down the conversation, and some even closed their eyes.

Just to enjoy the unusual atmosphere of this moment.

Gradually, the tune went from climax to calm again.

The audience in the audience felt a sense of reluctance, as if a beautiful artistic conception was slowly disappearing.

As the last melody fell, Song Xiaoyue lowered the bowstring and opened her eyes.

be quiet……

There was more than ten seconds of silence in the square.

Song Xiaoyue looked a little at a loss as the thousands of people were watching her, her heart was a little nervous, could it be that she didn't play well enough.

Pop pop

The next moment, Nangong Ziqiong stood up directly, and she clapped.

This seemed to ignite the fuse, and the audience burst into fierce applause in an instant.

"It's so good, it's the first time I feel that violin music is so good!" exclaimed a social man with an explosive head off the stage.

"That's right. Any brother who knows what this song is called, I will download it right now, and go back to listen to it two, three or four times!" Someone couldn't wait to take out his phone, but soon someone else poured it on him cold water.

"You forgot to watch the competition process. In the third round of the competition, the contestants took out their own tunes to compete. This tune cannot be available online!"

"What are you talking about! That is to say, this song is original by that beautiful **** stage!" "Don't say, this girl is really good. Although not as good as my goddess Michelle, it must be a few years later. Great beauty."