Chapter 878
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Although for some professionals, the "Spring Night Banquet" in Yu Manran's score was already a test of skill, the version that Bei Yunge was playing now was even more complicated.
"This is the original 'Spring Night Banquet' …" The manager felt her scalp go numb.
This kind of creative talent was really too terrifying.
If Bei Yunge entered the entertainment industry, she would definitely become extremely popular.
Her talent, looks, and the way she played the piano were all too attractive.
The song ended.
Yu Manran was excited. "Ge 'er! Are you going to the International Musicians' Association tomorrow to use this song for the assessment?! "
"No."
Bei Yunge stood up again and sat down at the desk beside her. "It's a new creation."
The International Musicians' Association's assessment was very strict. The A-grade to C-grade assessment required the latest original work that had never been released before.
Instantly, Yu Manran's smile froze. "So … Ge 'er, you're writing the assessment song today?"
"Yes."
Bei Yunge replied slowly, "You guys can go out first and help me close the door."
Hearing this, Yu Manran and the others understood. Most people needed to be immersed in their creation.
But she really didn't expect that Bei Yunge would actually write the assessment song the day before the assessment …
What was the difference between this and cramming at the last minute?!!
Moreover, Yu Manran had heard that the International Musicians' Association's assessment was very strict!
Bei Yunge could easily fail like this.
Yu Manran was worried.
In the piano room, Bei Yunge had already written the beginning.
After all, Bei Yunge usually had a lot of inspiration and accumulated it.
…
The next day.
In the center of Nili, Bei Yunge arrived at a good place to find peace in the midst of the noise. When she looked up, she saw a white castle-like building.
This was the address of the International Musicians' Association.
Bei Yunge pressed down on her hat and walked in without taking off her mask.
"Miss, where's your ID?" The voice behind her attracted Bei Yunge's attention.
She raised her eyebrows and walked in front of the old man. She hesitated for a moment. "Do I still need ID?"
The old man didn't even lift his eyes. "Tell me your student number."
Bei Yunge: "I don't have a student number."
The old man was speechless.
Yet another person who was trying to bluff his way out of this.
Over the years, there were always students who refused to give up. Taking advantage of the fact that the teachers of the International Musicians' Association were here today, they wanted to sneak in and show off their talent.
"Okay, then you can come back when you have a student ID. If you're tired, you can sit over there."
The old man picked up the cigar with great familiarity, took a puff, and said slowly.
Bei Yunge glanced at him, then turned around and saw that there were more than ten people in that row.
When she sat down, a boy asked, "You didn't get into the International Musicians' Association either. Are you planning to barge in for the assessment later?"
"… No."
After Bei Yunge said that, she called Du Xiao.
No one answered.
Her eyebrows twitched impatiently. Soon, she took out her laptop from her bag.
At this moment.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the door, as if they were waiting for the best opportunity.
Only Bei Yunge was doing something, and the sound of the keyboard kept coming.
"Well, you're awesome. You're still in the mood to play games at a time like this?" The boy beside her said in admiration.
Bei Yunge was speechless.
The few people who were about to go for the assessment heard the voices behind them and couldn't help but frown and glance at them.
She had a look of superiority on her face and sneered. "If they don't pass the assessment, it means that they don't have talent. The International Musicians' Association doesn't accept stupid people, so why don't you let them go? "
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