The significance of the Dragon Violin Cup is far more than just the pinnacle of cello in Tian Chao.
For a hundred years, countless renowned domestic and international musicians have performed on this stage... Among them are great musicians who have left a profound impact for future generations.
It is this that makes the Dragon Violin Cup a hall of honor in the hearts of musicians.
On such a revered stage.
Every performance you give is also bestowing new meaning to this stage.
It may even be permanently recorded, allowing future generations to celebrate it through video tapes.
Therefore, on such a stage.
There is no need for complicated organizer rules to deliberately bind the contestants.
The century of accumulation and the footprints left by countless musicians is the strongest "rule" that governs every performer who steps onto this stage.....
Yet, unexpectedly, such a musician would appear.
Nannali was somewhat curious.
What kind of musician would be so reckless?
Even if he really couldn’t afford good clothes, as a cellist, as a cellist who reached this far.
Shouldn’t he at least have respect for the Dragon Violin Cup?
It’s not a matter of being able to afford it, as he hasn’t even bothered to wash his hair!
This is completely disregarding these "rules"!
Nannali recalled the moment she bumped into the man in the corridor.
Probably... he’s a lunatic?
Anyway, these musicians generally have a bit of a screw loose.
Bai Junze sat down at the center stage.
Among the audience, besides a few judges casting curious glances, most judges appeared displeased.
After all, the judges present were mostly the elder generation, either working at the Music Academy or still serving in the front line of performances, highly respected by all.
Seeing such unruly attire truly left a bad impression.
Just the first glance made them silently mark an "X" in their hearts.
There’s even skepticism about how Hanjiang Province’s judging system allowed such a person to win the championship.
Bai Junze seemed indifferent to these gazes, merely offering the judges a polite smile.
As the stage darkened, Bai Junze’s cello case stood upright like a coffin under the spotlight.
This was when the audience took notice of his tattered, sticker-covered cello case.
[My goodness, a bathhouse coupon... Who on earth would stick this stuff on their cello case...?]
[This is truly the battle-worn version... Can’t imagine how much hardship this cello has accompanied him through...]
[No, help, I feel the entire stage vibe got weird the moment he came on!]
Meanwhile, the bullet comments slowly floated by.
At this moment, of all times needing someone to control the atmosphere, commentators Zhu Ye and Fengye surprisingly remained silent.
Honestly... they’ve never seen this before!
This long career of commentating professional cello tournaments, never witnessed such a spectacle!
Zhu Ye was flustered, hesitating for a moment, and managed only to stammer:
"Seems that Teacher Bai Junze... must be someone very nostalgic."
At this moment, beside him, Fengye barely held back and almost burst out laughing.
High emotional intelligence: Nostalgic.
Low emotional intelligence: About to fall apart but reluctant to replace.
Even on stage, use a decent cello!
At present, the question before the commentators wasn’t the musician’s skills!
The issue was whether this performance wouldn’t end disastrously!
If not for the profile information showing he was really the Hanjiang Province champion, and his facial features faintly recognizable in the photograph.
It would truly seem like a case of a lunatic sneaking in as an impostor...
The entire venue fell silent.
Bai Junze opened his cello case and took out the cello.
The neck of the cello was welded with three bicycle spokes, the body of the cello entwined with multicolored LED wires, resembling a mechanical octopus split open.
Seeing this left Lin Tian stunned; how in these few days, his cello had even been modified.
Can cellos also be DIY-ed??
With Bai Junze’s shoes tapping rhythmically on the wooden floor of the stage.
The man, lifted the aged bow and drew the strings!
The elderly professor at the judge’s seat just picked up his thermos when the first note splashed on the scoring sheet.
"Is this Lan Bo Rhapsody??"
The reason for uttering it as a question was because...
The ambiance felt off, right?!
The original tune, meant to be exuberant, from the man’s cello emerged filled with eerie and sinister vibes.
His pitch remained unstable, subtly rising and dropping in the bass range, instilling a significant sense of unease in listeners.
Under the cello’s unique tonal quality, this ambiance was outright unsettling, as if the stage transformed into a crime scene.
In the audience, a child directly screamed in fear, instantly silenced by the parent beside.
Not just children, even adults were afraid!!
"How dark did it become?!"
Fengye finally couldn’t hold back, exclaiming.
Gan Yanyu stared at the performance on the screen in a daze.
The girl’s little mouth hung slightly open, with a look of astonishment.
Lin Tian initially thought her, possessing a strong empathy, was frightened too, and walked over, intending to comfort.
However, Gan Yanyu gazed straight ahead and slowly spoke:
"Using a widespread slow vibrato, applying irregular pressure with fingertips on the string to create a wailing wave-like sensation."
"Utilizing a whole-tone scale to construct the melody, paired with the sharp dissonance of diminished seventh chords."