Before I had time to rest, my eyes were attracted by the subtitle information on the screen.

...

"Chris, Variation 7."

the other side.

Adams's heart twitched suddenly.

...

in comparison.

An almost unprecedented scene appeared in the golden hall at the scene.

The performer had already sat in front of the piano, but the whole hall was not quiet yet.

Especially in the jury box of fifty people.

Almost everyone is still communicating.

This group represents the people with the most profound piano attainments in the world, including many music historians and modern composers.

But no one can stand up and give a reasonable explanation.

There are still traces of Lamor's adaptation of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue,

But, what is this ‘Seventh Variation’?

"Did the announcer make a mistake?"

...

Shen Qingci also wanted to rush to the stage and grab the figure in front of the piano to ask what happened.

Duan Ran was the only insider at the scene, and another insider was still serving as a judge at the violin competition.

The girl's eyes were filled with admiration at this moment.

On the big screen.

A half-length photo of the players.

"The ninth contestant is from the Asian region, China, Qin Jian."

"Specified piano, yamah-cfx"

"Concerto, Vienna Youth Symphony Orchestra."

"Conduct Mellon."

"Competition track."

"Mozart Piano Concerto No. 24 in C minor."

"Collection of Chris' Works, Variation No. 7 in B flat minor."

...

Qin Jian may have expected this effect, or he may not have thought about it at all.

He wiped his hands, carefully wiped the keys again with a handkerchief, and then loosened his cuffs.

At this time, the hall gradually became quiet.

Although everyone's appetite has been whetted, everyone is eager to know some truth.

but.

Qin Jian chose to play Mozart’s works first.

Holding up his handkerchief, he looked at Mellon and nodded.

Although Mellon's eyes are also full of curiosity, as a conductor, he still possesses the minimum professional training.

Taking a deep breath, Mellon gathered a group of '1's in front of him.

The next second.

The orchestra stood up its instruments in unison.

As he waved his right hand, music suddenly started playing.

The intoxicating string section slowly poured out its words.

Like the sadness that remains all day long, the tenderness of tonight is full of confusing tremors.

At this moment, someone seemed to realize it.

This unknown young man from China from the Asian Division also hides something different in the k491 he brought.

...

When the timpani jumped up again, the string section finally fell.

"Focus on guidance."

"open."

Qin Jian exhaled softly and calmly raised his hands.

"Amadeus."
Chapter completed!