There was warm applause from the audience.

Larmour stood up and gave Cheeseman, the conductor of the Mozart Symphony Orchestra, a warm hug.

"How do you feel, old man?" Larmore asked in a low voice.

"My very interesting work." Cheeseman smiled, "I think the whole world will remember your work."

"Hahaha."

Lamor walked to the stage with a smile, as if he had finished a concert, spread his hands and bowed gentlemanly.

He blew a final kiss and left the stage.

A boiling scene was left behind.

and the much-discussed judges' seat.

"Lamor's adaptation is so stunning."

"This piece deserves a high score."

"Yes, jazz is also music, and the notes used are also the notes used by Mozart."

...

That's right.

Jazz is also music, but to other countries, jazz represents the United States.

Adams has dealt with many American pianists, and sometimes he feels like those guys who play classical music in his heart.

When a mainstream music is born in the United States, it has one foot in Tin Pong Alley, "American pop music publishers and a gathering place for musicians," and the other foot in Carnegie Hall.

Many people's paranoia about classical piano has subsided.

In its place is a brand new ‘thing.’

And this kind of stuff is something Adams can't accept.

"I will never bow to Jazz." Adams has made such remarks publicly on multiple occasions.

If Lamor's works symbolize the Americans' pioneering and innovative music, then Adams' thoroughgoing classicism spirit can also represent the orthodox European music school.

Before this final, the topic in all media circles centered on the relationship between Lamore and Adams.

As the two strongest divisions, there are two first places and two championship candidates.

Two very representative figures also seem to represent the voices of the two camps.

However.

After Ramos' performance ended, the next young man to walk out of the backstage was not Adams.

Instead, he was a young man with an oriental face with sharp features and a black tuxedo.

He smiled and walked calmly.

He is the number one player in the Asian division, a player without any topics.

...

...

"I'm coming."

A sudden voice sounded in the Curtis Opera Hall.

Everyone heard the sound and looked over.

However, Feng Ziyan didn't flinch at all. He looked at the figure on the curtain and said again: "Handsome."

Zhao Yinuo's eyes also moved with the figure on the stage, and he said with a smile, "The change is quite big. I feel a little thinner than when I took the art exam."

"What about me?" Feng Ziyan suddenly turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Have I lost some weight?"

"You?" Zhao Yinuo raised his voice, "It's time for you to lose weight."

The two were chatting and laughing, and the figure on the stage had already bowed and stood up, walking towards the piano.

"come on."

"come on."

...

In a villa in the heart of New York City.

Fang Zongyao sat quietly on the sofa in the living room and looked at the screen hanging on the wall.

There was a slight smile in his eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed."

....

Preparatory student apartment next to Warsaw University of Arts.

A private dormitory for four persons.

Three Chinese art students were sitting together, watching the finals of Mozart's piano works group on the computer screen.

moment.

"Qi Feng, don't sleep, it's time to reach Qin Jian."

The next second.

A 'boom' sound.

A figure jumped down from an upper bunk.

...

Tokyo.

The residence of Nobuyuki Tokai.

"It's time for Mr. Qin Jian." The girl's voice was very clear.

"Xiao Xia Shu, your Chinese has improved."

...

Haishi Conservatory of Music, girls’ apartment building.

He Jing sat on the narrow bed, holding her mobile phone, her heart beating faster for no reason.

...

Outside the scene, there were not many people paying attention, but there were quite a few.

Maybe every broadcast picture is not synchronized, but the moment the player information lights up on the big screen on the live stage.

There was a lot of noise inside and outside the stadium.

...

In the Curtis Opera Hall, waves of doubts rang out, making the originally quiet hall agitated.

"What is this?" Feng Ziyan was confused, "Yinuo, what song did Qin Jian choose?!"

"I don't know either." Zhao Yinuo looked at the curtain on the stage and murmured, "Chris's work collection...?"

...

"Brother Feng, do you know this song?"

Qi Feng shook his head blankly, even though he was completely awake at the moment.

...

Fang Zongyao sat up from the sofa and looked at the screen with furrowed brows, repeating Feng Ziyan's question in his mind.

...

"Teacher, do you know there is a composer named Chris?"

"Chris?" Nobuyuki Tokai fell into deep thought.

...

"really."

"I knew it."

""Don't play according to the routine."

He Jing placed her cell phone on the bed table, sat with her hands on her knees, and waited.

...

Backstage.

Lamor just returned to the rest room after the interview.
To be continued...