An Expert Is actually By My Side - Chapter 410

The lights come on.

A piano rose slowly in the center of the stage.

The moment Hao Yun walked out from the back of the stage, the atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak in an instant. Waves of applause and shouts were like waves of tsunami, wave after wave.

“Mr. Hao!”

“Mr. Hao!”

“Yun God!”

“Hao god!”

The shouts did not seem to be uniform.

There are Yinke.com users who call Yunshen, and there are also Warcraft players who call haoshen. Since there was no unified slogan, the two groups seemed to be more vigorous, shouting louder and louder each time, and they almost didn’t quarrel.

Among them, the employee square formed by the employees of Yunmeng Group shouted with excitement and enthusiasm.

Of course, the most exaggerated is the network broadcast on the official website of Yunmeng Games.

In the entire live broadcast room, the screen was swiped by two barrage of “Dad” and “Father”…

Shocked by the enthusiasm of the audience, Hao Yun didn’t expect that he, who usually doesn’t show up, would have so many fans and supporters.

“It seems that everyone likes our President Hao very much.” A pair of bright eyes looked at Hao Yun, and Lin Mengmeng’s curved mouth curled up with a sly, and said with a smile, “Can I interview you for your mood at the moment? “

Hao Yun answered truthfully.

“I’m a little nervous.”

Lin Mengmeng said.

“Is it because of everyone’s enthusiasm?”

Hao Yun smiled and joked.

“Everyone’s enthusiasm is one aspect, mainly because the host is too beautiful.”

Lin Mengmeng’s cheeks blushed instantly, and he glared at him. Those talking eyes seemed to say–“There are so many people here, what are you saying strange.”

The atmosphere is a bit subtle.

At this time, the most feared thing is that there is no sound. The scenes that were not originally embarrassing have to be embarrassed.

However, the emotions were on his head at the moment, and Lin Mengmeng had forgotten his words in a hurry.

Fortunately, at this moment, Hao Yunxing, who was holding the microphone, turned to the auditorium and threw the question to the audience with a smile.

“Everyone, don’t you?”

There was a cry that opened his voice.

“Yes–!”

Hao Yun continued.

“Can you give me some applause then?”

Happiness—!

His response was thunderous applause.

Many people in the audience showed knowing smiles.

“Hahaha, I didn’t expect Mr. Hao to be funny.”

“Is this talking about cross talk?”

“Damn it, you actually molested the host Xiaochangchang!”

“Look at the eyes of the host, Xiao Gaichang, is that called molesting? Tsk tsk.”

“Huh? I didn’t even notice if you didn’t say it!”

“Damn it, is this the money ability?”

“What is the ability to make money! Can it not be so vulgar? This is called charm!”

The rescue was successful.

The atmosphere boiled again.

Hao Yun nodded his head in greetings, no longer wasting time, walked to the piano and sat down.

Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on the keys, and after a moment of brewing, he waited for the right moment to strike the first note.

It was a la that was lowered by an octave.

It’s like an ancient bell ringing.

The stadium quieted down at a visible speed, and Hao Yun also continued to play.

The ten fingers placed on the keys did not pause at all, and the notes of the second, third…the first beat, and even the second beat quickly and fluently popped out. The speed became faster and faster, and the movements became more and more vigorous, just like Elf jumping on the piano keys.

The shoulders rise and fall slightly in accordance with the rhythm, and Hao Yun, who has completely mastered the rhythm, closed the double pressure slightly. At this moment, he has completely entered the state, as if he is integrated with the piano.

Several judges on the judges’ bench held their breath, staring at his back intently, and stopped the whispered communication.

“……Amazing.”

Liu Shiyao held her breath and muttered in a low voice.

The face of Hu Yanshu sitting aside was full of surprise. Xu Shaoyuan opened his mouth unconsciously, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t make a sound.

Especially the piano master Perard from Italy.

A touch of movement gradually floated on the originally careless face, and that touch of movement soon turned into a shock.

The difficulty of the tune itself is not very great, and there is no particularly difficult dazzling technique in the performance, but the ups and downs of the melody and rhythm have printed pictures in his heart.

He seemed to see the dawn of dawn.

It’s like a poem.

In his heart, he read softly–

When the last ship sails to the distant horizon.

I sit on the rock and look out.

Ren’s thoughts drift away like smoke.

Woven into my legend…

It was not only the instructors on the judges’ bench that were shocked, but also the thousands of spectators in the stadium. From the very beginning of the performance, the sound of the piano firmly caught all their attention, causing them to hold their breath involuntarily, and couldn’t help but hum quietly to the melody.

Even though not everyone has the literacy to appreciate pure music, the beauty of melody is common to everyone.

Especially for Azeroth players here!

A pair of eyes stared at the stage intently, and the continuously struck keys seemed not to be active under the lights, but to knock on each of their pupils and on everyone’s heart.

At that moment, the flowing notes seemed to travel through time and space, taking them to a world that only existed in their hearts.

There they saw the endless fields, the blood-filled grasslands, the sea breeze blowing through the night-filled reefs on their hair, the rotting swamps in the twilight forest faintly echoed with the whispers of the forgotten, as well as the whispers of the forgotten. The wailing.

Surprisingly.

Watching the undead stand up from the grave, they not only did not feel the slightest gloom and treacherousness, but only the blood that ups and downs along with the melody.

The mutilated corpse stood up under the support of faith, and re-holds the rusty shield and spear.

Even if it is forgotten.

Even incarnate the undead.

Even if the flesh and light are lost in the pupils.

They still guard the soil of civilization, vowing to avenge the natural disasters and their prince…

In the auditorium.

The expression on Zhou Xuan’s face was full of surprise.

The new role he registered after the public beta happened to be the forgotten.

In the past two months, there have been many edited videos about World of Warcraft on Station B, and some of them are exciting works after watching them.

For example, Hao Yun’s own BGM, “He is a Pirate”, is often mixed and edited by netizens and human CG animations.

Even due to the high frequency of appearance and intensive ignition, after listening to it, I couldn’t help but want to find someone to do a fight, and was ridiculed by the players as “Stormwind City’s conscription advertisement” and “PK Players March”.

However, the emotion contained in that song is too hot, obviously not suitable for the forsaken wandering in the shadow of the twilight forest~www.mtlnovel.com~ There is always an indescribable sense of violation when used on the undead.

But this song is different!

If “He is a Pirate” is the sunlight that melts the glacier, then this “Overture of the Dead” is the moonlight sprinkled on the ancient battlefield.

There has never been a BGM like this piano song that allows him to hear so many full and complex emotions from the ups and downs of the melody.

It’s not just burning.

There is also the loneliness of a long night, and the distant watch…

This is the BGM for the Forsaken!

Liang Ziyuan, who had come to the auditorium from the back of the stage, was also listening.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind.

“It’s too strong!”

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