For such a high-level competition, the judges should take a long time, and others can't disturb it, so let's start the social activities.

It seems that more and more people know the inside story. If it weren't for Yang Jingxing, he would shake hands with strangers and get to know each other, and everyone would not shy away from appreciating the piano concerto.

There were even seniors who had heard about Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo for a long time. Today they finally met. It turned out that they were the disciples of He Hongchui and Gong Xiaoling. No wonder.

A few classmates also came to join in the fun. In addition to congratulating Yang Jingxing, they could get to know a few more seniors, and they also asked Yang Jingxing to treat him to dinner. Yang Jingxing seemed to be flattered and they didn't dare to bet.

Qi Qingnuo didn't seem to care anymore. She was chatting and laughing with her boyfriend. In fact, she was more enthusiastic than Yang Jingxing. Regarding Gong Xiaoling's boasting about her students, Qi Qingnuo was not humble herself, nor did she help Yang Jingxing be humble.

There is also a circle of people on Wang Qi's side, and their size and voice are not small.

In fact, it didn’t take long. About a quarter of an hour later, the chairman and deputy director of the event organizing committee and the chairman and deputy director of the judging panel all went to the back stage. The group of people around Jing Xing were even more happy for him, and even blatantly regretted that there would be nothing good tonight.

work.

Yang Jingxing always laughed, Qi Qingnuo kept his word, and Yang Jingxing smiled at her and tried to be as amiable as possible. But Gong Xiaoling became a little restless, going to the front, coming back, and going to the front again.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, some people began to get impatient. The concert hall became more and more noisy, and the orchestra waiting to play the award music on the stage also began to wander around.

Finally, the host came out again: "Dear musicians and guests, after the professional and careful voting of the experts on the jury and the strict and detailed review by the organizing committee, the exciting moment is about to come..."

Everyone sat down, but the mess was not as neat as it was at the beginning, but everyone was looking forward to it.

Amidst the applause led by the host, Tian Jiezhi, the director of the organizing committee, strode onto the stage, holding a piece of paper that touched people's hearts, walked to the center of the stage with a joyful expression, and stood still: "Dear guests recently, conductors

Artists, composers, performers, here, please allow me to express my heartfelt thanks to you all on behalf of Puhai Conservatory of Music..."

Tian Jiezhi would also delay time to create an atmosphere and play with suspense, but he should be grateful, summarized, looking forward, and grateful... everyone present has contributed to the development of music.

Tian Jiezhi had a lot to lament and express. After a few minutes, several other experts who had gone to the backstage had returned to the front. He Hongchui had an obviously gloomy face, and they all remained silent.

Qi Qingnuo looked at Yang Jingxing. Yang Jingxing was still smiling, but when he held his girlfriend's hand, Qi Qingnuo held it back very hard.

Finally finished, Tian Jiezhi adjusted his expression and came to the main event: "Next, please allow me to announce the final results of this competition on behalf of the Puhai Conservatory of Music Chime Award International Composition Competition... Before this, I must

I would like to emphasize that during the preparation period, this competition received entries from all over the world..."

What Tian Jiezhi meant was that this competition was too intense and high-end. Winning the prize was lucky, and not winning the prize did not mean that the level was poor. However, this remark did not receive much response.

After clearing his throat, Tian Jiezhi raised his voice and pitched: "The work that won the third prize in the Chime Bell Composition Competition is... "Piano Concerto in G Major". The author is Yang Jingxing."

The applause started very quickly, but also fell quickly. It was raining heavily, but suddenly it was just a sporadic patter. A large part of this sporadic applause was due to Yang Jingxing's shameless forcing of his girlfriend and himself.

Made together.

However, this sporadic applause was drowned out by the rapidly rising discussion. Many people turned around and looked at Yang Jingxing. Yang Jingxing smiled happily. However, the acting skills of Qi Qingnuo and Gong Xiaoling were not that good, and the classmates around them

He didn't act at all, he just acted stupidly.

Applause is enough. Tian Jiezhi was happy for the winner: "Congratulations to Yang Jingxing..." It was loud so as not to suppress the commotion below.

The most famous Polish composer and conductor in the front row, with his gray hair and beard, swung his hair from side to side, sang like birds, and even stood up. He was very restless and eye-catching, and he refused to be comforted.

Old Professor Ma Pingwei stood up, ignored the teachers' dissuasion, and rudely pushed his way to the aisle, then strode back toward the back with his head held high.

He Hongchui did not move himself, but sent a teacher to chase Ma Pingwei.

Gong Xiaoling, who was comforting Yang Jingxing, quickly instructed him: "Quickly advise..."

It has become lively. Now there are more people watching Ma Pingwei than Yang Jingxing. There is almost no one in the stands. After all, Ma Pingwei is an elder. Many people salute and greet: "Professor Ma...Mr. Ma...sit here..."

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Ma Pingwei ignored the people who gave up their seats, walked directly to Yang Jingxing's row, and waved to the students: "Let's go!"

The teacher behind the old director had a face as bitter as a bitter gourd: "Old director, don't be like this...it doesn't look good!"

Yang Jingxing did not dare to neglect the old professor, so he stood up and went over to plead in a low voice: "You can sit down for now. If you have anything to do, we can wait until it's over... After all, this is a competition for our composition department."

Qi Qingnuo also stood up and said very seriously: "Sit down first, don't be angry, don't worry, the composition department will not take the blame for this matter."

There was a sound of advice all around. After all, Ma Pingwei was a lifelong Puyin person, and he was very respectful to Gong Xiaoling, so he sat down in the seat given up by the juniors in the last row: "Okay, I'll watch!"

Tian Jiezhi watched the situation evolve for half a minute on the stage as steady as a mountain. Although more than a hundred people below were still noisy, he continued passionately: "Now, I will continue to announce to everyone the results of the expert jury that have been jointly confirmed by the competition organizing committee.

The selection results... The second place winner in the final of this competition is the film symphony poem "Halo", written by Guo Zixi, congratulations to Guo Zixi!"

There was some applause at first, but those who clapped their hands looked around and then gave up. At this opportunity, the crowd, which had been quiet for a while, became lively again.

Tian Jiezhi glanced at the audience, took a deep breath and raised the paper in his hand closer to his face, almost using his full breath: "Finally, here is the special prize of this competition, the light music group's work "Relying", written by

, Wang Qi, congratulations to Wang Qi for winning the special prize of the Chime Award International Composition Competition, congratulations to her with applause!"

The director of the organizing committee took the lead in applauding, and there were also people below who echoed it. There were probably less than half of them, but there was almost no sound. Yang Jingxing, on the other hand, smiled and applauded as usual. Qi Qingnuo also learned from her boyfriend and smiled even brighter.

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The teacher standing next to Ma Pingwei put his hands on the old director's shoulders and kept comforting him. He had no time to applaud.

The concert hall is even more lively, just like a tea party, and today's conversation is very fresh and worth exploring.

The host came on stage and couldn't wait to say: "Congratulations to the three winners. The award ceremony will be held below. The presenter is Mr. Tian Jiezhi, the director of the organizing committee of this competition..."

Tian Jiezhi was ready and stood aside with a serious expression.

The host continued to invite: "... Director of the competition jury, Mr. Han Wenjian, please welcome with applause... Please invite the judges who have come from afar, the famous composer and conductor, the distinguished Mr. Christopher, please come on stage... At the same time

We invite three award-winning composers to come on stage..." The host seemed a little confused.

Yang Jingxing was the hungriest and stood up before anyone else. He walked up to the stage proudly and received some applause. At the same time, the conductor on the stage waved his baton and played the Radesky March, and a warm and cheerful atmosphere suddenly filled the concert hall.

, dispersing the disharmony.

The other two award-winning authors also got up and headed to the stage. Wang Qi and Yang Jingxing also used their mental state to earn face for the school. Another one, Guo Zixi, who had returned from overseas, seemed not to pay much attention to this.

Wang Qi even caught up with the first few steps and helped the interpreter to help the old Polish gentleman up the steps. Yang Jingxing and Guo Zixi came to the back, and they even greeted each other and congratulated each other.

They all came on stage. According to the arrangement, the Polish musician was supposed to present the award to the first place, and Tian Jiezhi presented the award to the second place. But it was a bit confusing now. The Polish musician seemed not to understand the translation. He kept repeating this sentence, and the translation failed.

He was so surprised that he anxiously told everyone in a low voice: "He only awards awards to piano concertos!"

When Wang Qi heard this, he immediately let go of the old Polish man's hand.

Foreign friends are so humble, so be respectful rather than obey orders. Tian Jiezhi said to the director of the jury: "Old Han, come here, come here."

Sorting things out as soon as possible, according to the position of awarding awards in sports competitions, Wang Qi stood in the middle, Yang Jingxing was on her left. During the ongoing Radesky March, a hostess presented three people with certificates and trophies.

First the third place, the translator helped the Polish find the trophy and certificate, and then the white-haired old man handed it to Yang Jingxing, who took it and shook hands with the old man.

The old man was not just going through the motions. He pulled Yang Jingxing to say something, and the translator was anxious: "It's not English... Oh, I said you are an excellent composer. I hope to hear more of your works..."

Yang Jingxing nodded and continued to drink three grams of oil.

The old man was still very strong and pulled Yang Jingxing forward. The two of them faced the audience together. The old man shouted: "bravo!"

The applause broke out, it was quite big, at least it was the most enthusiastic one after the results were announced.

The two of them kept shaking hands for people to take pictures, and then the old Polish man wanted to raise Yang Jingxing's hand, but Yang Jingxing did not respect the elderly and the young and did not cooperate.

The old man wasn't angry either. He let go of Yang Jingxing, said a few more words, and then stepped down.

Then the second place was awarded. The Chinese were much more reserved and modest. They handed over something, and the presenter and the winner just shook hands and were asked to take pictures. Although there was no applause, Tian Jiezhi still smiled brightly, and the second place winner also waved.

Spend what you have gained.

In first place, Wang Qi, who kept smiling for so long, respectfully took his trophy, shook hands with Han Wenjian, posed for a photo, and then Han Wenjian faced the audience and led the applause.

Not to mention the low status of domestic composers, if it were Zhang Jiahao or some famous performer here, the applause would probably have started.

The three winners had to take a group photo, all with smiles on their faces. Guo Zixi shook hands with Wang Qi, and then shook hands with Yang Jingxing. Yang Jingxing was also a bitch, and actually extended his hand to Wang Qi: "Congratulations."

Wang Qi didn't seem to see it. If he was pretending, he was pretending very well.

Yang Jingxing couldn't help but lower his head and glanced at Qi Qingnuo in the audience. This girl was actually looking up to the sky and laughing.

The music stopped, and the host came again to congratulate and thank...

Yang Jingxing and others stepped down, and the third one seemed the happiest. He ran to show off to the teachers first, and said to He Hongchui by the way: "Please advise Mr. Ma, don't end it badly. I really don't care, the school and the department will lose face."

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He Hong's face was livid, and he glared so hard that Yang Jingxing ran away in fright.

Qi Qingnuo smiled happily, stood up, opened her arms, waited for Yang Jingxing's hug, and then said in his ear: "I love you."

Yang Jingxing let go and looked into Qi Qingnuo's eyes, curious: "Why?"

"Handsome!" Qi Qingnuo looked like an untouched little girl.

Yang Jingxing said, "Same for you..." Then he rushed to see how a group of people's work of persuading Ma Pingwei was going.

Many people gathered around, including several media outlets. Although these media outlets did not write nonsense like entertainment reporters, their hungry and excited look still made people alert, so some school staff came to see her off.

The host had already said good night, but for a moment no one seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Except for a few foreign friends, they all came to shake hands with Yang Jingxing and say goodbye before leaving.

Gong Xiaoling was still talking earnestly to Ma Pingwei: "... Can you let Yang Jingxing accompany you first? Let's talk about anything we have to say when we get back."

Another teacher also said: "Yang Jingxing, you send the old director first, don't stay here anymore."

Yang Jingxing knelt down and said, "Old director, let's go and get some fresh air."

So many people close to him did not support him. Ma Pingwei stood up angrily and continued to shout: "What am I afraid of? I am not afraid of anything, and I will be the same when Yang Zhiang comes!"

Tian Jiezhi and his group over there have their own fun and don't care at all.
To be continued...