Behind Kim Jong-ki is the accompaniment piano, played by Mai Xuanlin, concise and dynamic.

Several teachers from the music school looked at each other and nodded secretly. Kim Jong-ki's performance was superb, especially the tremolo technique of sliding fingers, which was very clever and unique.

Kim Jong-ki was immersed in the music. In the contact between his fingertips and the strings, it seemed that there was a scene of singing in the mountains and forests, with bright sunshine and picturesque scenery to the audience.

The music of more than three minutes passed quickly. Jin Zhongji put away his bow and greeted the audience proudly. His eyes fell on Song Baojun, as if he was saying: Is the little bastard convinced?

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the golden hall, like a whirlwind, sweeping everyone.

The audience stood up and cheered. When Song Baojun saw that even Teacher Tu Fen stood up, he had no choice but to stand up. Lin Zhenxian leaned over and said in his ear, "Mr. Song, how do you think he is playing?"

Because of the loud applause, Lin Zhenxian had to press close to Song Baojun to make the other party hear it clearly. Her soft lips almost rubbed against his ears, and her posture was particularly intimate.

"Good guy!" Jin Zhongji's heart was filled with evil fire and said to the microphone: "My performance is over, Song Baojun, can you comment?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Song Baojun again, and more than 30 cameras on the scene were all shifted.

Jin Zhongji asked him to "comment" on the surface, but in fact it was a challenge. It would be fine if Song Baojun could answer it, but he couldn't answer it, but he was afraid he would be kicked out of the golden hall on the spot.

Soon someone handed over the microphone.

"Mr. Jin's violin is very good." Song Baojun said: "The materials are excellent and the pitch is excellent. It was made by Master Hullit of Beshaw Lichai Workshop..."

Speaking of this, Jin Zhongji couldn't help but pick up the violin and looked at it. Sure enough, he found a vague pattern at the bottom of the resonance box, which was the unique mark of Master Hullit. Song Baojun was five or six meters away from the stage. He had never touched the violin, but he could tell at a glance who was the one who was in it. His eyesight was really clever.

But Kim Jong-ki quickly reacted and said, "I'm not asking you about the craftsmanship of the violin."

Media reporters and some student audience burst into laughter.

Song Baojun said: "There is nothing to say except the quality of the violin. You do have a little skill in playing, that's all."

Kim Jong-ki stopped the media reporter's restlessness and said angrily: "Is there only a little skill? You really dare to say it! It seems that you really don't know where my performance is good!"

Media reporters continued to stare at Song Baojun again, and even Lin Zhenxian's eyes showed suspicious gazes.

"I have to find a good place. Well, the tremolo skills are really good. You can know that you have received professional practice and have a good grasp of the content of the track."

Tu Fen and several other music teachers nodded around him.

"What else?" Kim Jong-ki asked.

"There are also shortcomings." Song Baojun held the microphone and smiled: "First of all, the tone is too bright, it is illuminated from the sky, a bit overwhelming, and the theme of the skylark has been suppressed. Second, there is a slight defect in your left ring finger. The force is not strong enough when pressing the string, which causes two of the vibratoes to deviate. I guess you may have been injured..."

Speaking of this, Kim Jong-ki's face changed slightly. When filming an action scene two years ago, his left ring finger had broken bones due to insufficient safety measures, but he had recovered as early as before. Unexpectedly, the other party's eyesight was so vicious. I guess even if he was not the most professional musician in the world, he would not be able to hear that little bit of nuance.

Song Baojun continued: "Third, you don't understand the sliding sound in one minute and twenty-three seconds thoroughly?"

"Where? I think it's very good!" Jin Zhongji shouted unconsciously.

"You naturally think that this slippery sound should show the playful and cuteness of the Skylark, but it can actually be lowered." Song Baojun said: "Fourth, I don't know if you are very excited, your attitude is too serious and strive for perfection. The music seems to be overworked throughout the whole process, and it is not easy to freely paint at all, which makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Uh..." Kim Jong-ki was already speechless.

"Fifth, well, forget it, let's talk about it." Song Baojun looked as if he had given you some face and smiled: "In addition to the above points, your performance is quite good and professional, but it is still a long way from entering the hall. If you practice hard in the future for ten or eight years, it would be possible."

Tu Fen and several music teachers nodded slightly. Song Baojun was actually saying what they were thinking, but due to the enthusiasm of Sanqiu Group to invest and send money, it was not convenient to export, so as not to hurt both sides' faces.

Media reporters shouted again: "Oba, is he right?"

Kim Jong-ki was silent for a few seconds and suddenly shouted, "Hey, you are talking very well. Can you just talk but not practice? Everyone can comment easily. Do you have the ability to perform on stage?"

The reporters immediately started to cheer: "Yes, it's so vague, how real is there to be? Why not go on stage to perform and let everyone comment."

Lin Zhenxian also looked full of anticipation and smiled: "Mr. Song, uh... can you perform for us all?"

Song Baojun originally planned to refuse, but he felt embarrassed to speak up because it was an important task today to accompany Lin Zhenxian to carry out activities.

With his character that has gradually integrated into the thirty-two personalities, he is not very interested in accompanying Lin Zhenxian. The problem is the promise of Vice President Wei Mingliang. The top priority is to get an excellent certificate at the end of the period and bring it home to the old man with great excellence.

Previously, Song Baojun boasted to his parents that he had received many awards and many mentors, but he never made any real evidence. This made Song Shixian very dissatisfied and unable to boast about his neighbors.

Song Baojun is not afraid of the world, and is most afraid of the old man nagging. Therefore, he must get the certificate of outstanding students at the end of the period, no matter who is standing in front of him.

"Okay, I'll perform." Song Baojun walked onto the stage with an understatement look. Several cameramen followed him and followed him, trying to capture the ignorant student's trembling ugly scene under the camera.

Seeing that Song Baojun was indeed inspired to come on stage, Kim Jong-ki handed over the violin and sneered: "I look forward to your performance."

According to the grade level, Jin Zhongji should be considered the top 5% of the students in the Conservatory of Music. It is hard to believe that there are still students from the Chinese department who are better than him in violin performance.

However, seeing Song Baojun holding the piano posture, he quickly put away his smile: Song Baojun's posture is too professional, picking up the piano and holding the bow, it seems like he has been having a meal in this industry for ten years.

It is important to know that the bow-holding gesture of the violin is very particular. As long as there is a slight difference, it will appear clumsy and indecent, and will immediately lose the elegance that the violin musician should have.

The beauty of the violin musician is fully reflected from the moment Song Baojun took over the violin.

I saw him standing with his left foot as the center point, and his right foot stretched out about two-thirds of his whole foot in the direction of his toes. His legs were naturally straightened, his upper body was in a straight position, his head was slightly raised, and his shoulders were slightly tilted. He might not be handsome, but it definitely made people feel comfortable.

Song Baojun started to pull up without waiting for the audience to react.

A long tone was dragged out, making it look low-key, dull and depressing. Song Baojun's left fingers were pressed regularly on the strings.

Tu Fen said with an oh, saying, "It's a very difficult song, when did he learn it?"

Another change of tone, Song Baojun's hand speed began to accelerate, and the skeleton of the theme was the bass of four bars.

Kim Jong-ki slowly put away his contemptuous expression, stood on the side of the stage, holding his chin in his hand, and quietly watching the other party's performance.

Some of the media reporters who were noisy before also knew the rhythm and closed their mouths very cleverly. The performance of the performers on the stage was really far different from the "ignorant students" they said.

After the prelude was too much, Song Baojun began to change the bass of the four bars repeatedly. Every time the change was repeated, the above part was undergoing various processing.

Sometimes the melody goes down twice in a row, like a tone of sighing; sometimes the melody is intermittent, like a sob sound; sometimes the dissonance occurs continuously, highlighting the tension and pain; sometimes the melody is chromatic, expressing a sad and sad mood.

This immersive way of playing makes the audience feel as if they are in it, and strong emotions surround everyone.

Especially the increasingly intense and rapid string sounds quickly brought the listener to a new level.

After several repetitions, with the provocation of a tone, the rhythm is as fast as the rise and fall of a sewing machine, making people unable to breathe, which is in sharp contrast to the previous dullness.

Song Baojun's gesture was so fast that it made people unable to open their eyes, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be burned by the light on the stage.

"Good guy!" Jin Zhongji couldn't breathe. In this dazzling performance, Song Baojun used a variety of extremely difficult skills, double overtones, silence bows, bow throws, special tuning techniques, left-hand string plucking techniques, double tones and complex chords. The long-distance jump of the left finger on the fingerboard was perfect and extremely clever.

"Joachim!" Tufen couldn't help blurting out.

Other audiences don’t understand why, but the music professors around them understand that Song Baojun’s playing style is somewhat similar to that of Joachim, a representative figure of the German academic school. He is good at using extraordinary performance skills to faithfully reproduce the musical connotation of his works.

But Tufen quickly shook his head and shouted, "Berio!"

Media reporters were once again confused.

When the music professor listened carefully, he seemed to have a feeling that Song Baojun was like Berio, the founder of the Belgian violin school. His brilliant skills and elegant style were combined extremely perfectly.
Chapter completed!