First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 153 Ang Lee is on the stage! Play the tune! (under)

  In the audience, Zhao Jingwen and Sun Ke were sitting together. Zhao Jingwen shook Sun Ke’s hand and asked, “A Ke, during this period of time, you guide Li An, how many points do you think his skills should get?”

  Sun Ke's expression flashed a little unspeakable, and then he sighed: "Ninety-one and two points, no more than ninety-three points. Should be in the top 20 in the game."

  Zhao Jingwen's expression suddenly burst into tears: "It's only in the top 20? Is this ranking a bit too low... Could it be that our Hua Guo really couldn't even make a second round this time."

  Sun Ke shook his head and sighed: "No way, this time, several piano powers seem to be targeting us intentionally. Being able to enter the top 20 is actually pretty good."

  This time in the Nalca Piano Competition, one person who scored 94 points was Alvin Kevin from Hungary, who played the song "The Bell", which directly surprised everyone.

  93 points reached three people, including Lorenworth and two other players, and 92 points and 91 points more than eight or nine people.

  This edition of the Nalca Piano Competition is crueler than any previous edition.

  Zhao Jingwen asked Sun Ke again: "Ake, if you can play, how many points can you score?"

   "Ninety-five or so, maybe a little bit higher."

   Ninety-five, in terms of the current results, it is already the number one!

  Zhao Jingwen looked at Sun Ke with admiration and envy: "It's still Akko, but unfortunately, there is only one Akko in our entire country. If there are two, China's international piano status is definitely not low!"

  The only person in China who can support the scene is Sun Ke.

  But in such a big industry as piano, there is only one person to support the field... how can it be enough! ?

  ...

  Li Ang stepped onto the stage, he introduced himself after a simple salute: "Hello everyone, I am Li Ang, from China."

  This time Ang Lee took the stage, there was not so much applause.

  Because when Cui Kun took the stage, the applause was surging, but in the end it was very slapped.

  Cui Kun only scored ninety points, barely reaching the excellent line. Then in the next game, Lorenworth from Ilida played the same tune, and then scored a high score of ninety-three points.

  In such a comparison, the Chinese who originally supported Cui Kun suddenly felt unable to lift their heads.

  They are unwilling to applaud for Ang Li again, and they dare not have too high expectations. What if they expect too high and then fall too badly?

  ...

  In the auditorium below the stage.

  Crist and Lorenworth were whispering.

   "Hey brother, look at this guy after he came to power, the people of their country didn't even applaud him."

  "These people have already developed their minds. They know that their country’s piano level is not good, so why are they clapping? Isn’t it even more embarrassing to clap?"

   "Looking at them in their own turf but only get such low scores, tsk tsk, I want to say that today's Nalca competition is really a happy game."

  Inlange, the United States, Su Guo, Ilida and other major piano countries that reject China, all looked at Ang Lee on the stage with an expression of watching the show.

In their view.

  This guy who claims to be Ang Lee is already ashamed.

  Zhao Jingwen and Sun Ke looked at Li Ang nervously. Although they knew in their hearts that the possibility of Li Ang's comeback is extremely small, they still hold a glimmer of hope in their hearts... Maybe, is it really comeback?

  Perhaps, Ang Lee is really in the top five?

  ...

  After Ang Lee made a salute with the judges, his gentleman sat in front of the piano, his fingers flicking across the keys, and a familiar feeling spontaneously emerged.

  His head, his body, his limbs, and his whole body nerves are all activated at this moment.

  Sun Ke can reach the extremely high level of piano in more than ten years, and because Li Ang has no musical talent, it took forty-eight years to get to this point!

  Forty-eight years, a total of more than 17,000 days and nights, every day and night he has to practice the piano for twelve hours!

  It's extremely boring, extremely suffering.

  On this day, Ang Lee is finally about to usher in an explosion on this stage.

  Next, Ang Lee started an ordinary prelude.

  Everyone listened to Li Ang about to play a tune. This tune is called "The Bell", which is also a very difficult etude by Liszt.

  Almost every piano competition will be played by someone. It is a piece of music that proves technique and dazzling skill.

  It requires a very large span of both hands, but after it is played, it will sound like a short bell, which is astonishing.

  This time the Nalca Piano Competition, the foreigner who scored 94 points before Ang Lee played this "bell".

  When Ang Lee's prelude began, Krist and Lorenworth sneered.

   "This Chinese kid actually wants to play "The Bell". Does he think he can, like Alvin Kevin, be able to surprise the audience with 94 points?"

   "Maybe this guy just wants to challenge it? What is it called in that Chinese idiom? I don't know how high the sky is!"

   "Hey, laughed at me. The difficulty of this song is very high, I want to see what kind of embarrassment he will make!"

  It is not only Krist and others, even the Chinese people have a little lack of confidence in Ang Lee.

  After all, Chinese people are not particularly good at piano performance.

  Zhao Jingwen asked Sun Ke beside her: "Is Li Ang good at playing this "Clock"?"

  Sun Ke’s beautiful face was also full of worries, and her breathing was slightly short: “I’m not good at it! I asked him to play before in training, and his level of this piece is not even 80% as high as that of "Wraith".

  Zhao Jingwen gritted her teeth immediately: "What the **** is this guy doing! In such a conference, he actually played a piece that he is not familiar with."

  In the eyes of everyone looking at Li Ang, they were either worried or ridiculed and ridiculed.

  Finally, the twenty-second prelude is over.

  The song "Clock" has reached its climax.

Whether    can truly simulate the sound and effect of the ‘bell’ is the biggest test for the pianist.

   Under the stage lighting, Ang Lee's hands suddenly became extremely fast.

  His body leans to the left for a while, and to the right for a while. His fingers had already formed a phantom, even the camera could not capture it successfully.

   "Om, hum...boom, boom...!"

  This performance-grade grand piano, at this moment, made a sound almost exactly the same as the sound of a bell!

  At this moment.

  The whole audience was silent.

  Yes, it’s just the ringing of bells.

  A bell from a piano!

  It's so beautiful, so intoxicating, and people can't help holding their breath, as if they were afraid that even their breath would disturb the beautiful sound.

  Two minutes later, the tune is exhausted.

  (End of this chapter)