Sure enough, if there are more people, there will be more people who will be eliminated.

There are only one hundred people left in more than five hundred people.

So many people were eliminated in the first few rounds, so more should be eliminated in the fourth round?

Because after the fourth round, it is the last round.

The competition has begun.

This talent competition is like Bo Siyu said, relying on four things.

Language, piano, painting and dance.

Culture, cultivation, talent and cultivation.

The competition has begun.

There were professional teachers in the painting and language for dialogue and inspection, and eighty people were left on the spot.

The rest are piano and dance.

Competition for dance first.

The royal family arranged a female companion for everyone, and everyone was dancing social dance.

One after another, it is simple at first, but it becomes more and more difficult and faster.

Female companions are all professional and will never be dragged down, but many people can't keep up after they come.

It's slower and faster, and I can't react at all.

So, another thirty people were quickly eliminated.

Thirty more people are going to be eliminated.

The dance competition is over and the next one is the piano competition.

Everyone changed into tuxedo.

At this time, only one hundred and seventy people were left.

Thirty people will be eliminated for these 170 people.

It's Bo Siyu's turn to play.

He sat gracefully in front of a black piano, and was as noble as a god who had missed the world.

Put your slender fingers on the piano, your fingertips, and the wonderful music slowly poured down.

The referee gave them a score, but it also shows that what he created would be even more points.

But it is not good to create, so it is better to use the given score.

Some people don’t have their own songs, and some people dare not take risks, but Bo Siyu dares to do so.

This was created by him for Qiao Youxia.

It was created when I loved her and couldn't love her.

That feeling of loving her but very disappointing.

Everyone feels that they are in love.

Bo Xiai turned on the computer, saw the barrage above, and translated it in English.

"This Misho talks so well! I noticed him a few rounds. I think he is so great! I almost cried when I play the song!"

"I am the same as me. If the princess doesn't want this person, I will give it to me then. I like it, I like it!"

"No one of you is allowed to compete with me!"

"mine!"

During the dispute, Bo Siyu finished playing.

He stood up and stepped aside, with thunderous applause.

The referee said in surprise, "Missau, are you a professional pianist?"

Bo Siyu smiled slightly, "No."

"Then why did you play so well!"

Actually, I have been learning this since I was a child.

The eldest and eldest ladies of wealthy families have to take care of their faces and learn everything.

He himself has always liked this instrument and has learned it very well.

But for more professionals, it may be nothing.

Bo Siyu just wanted to express his feelings for Qiao Youxia, so he wrote this score. Unexpectedly, he was appreciated like this!

Bo Siyu smiled and said, "Every song is good. As for whether it can be better, it depends on whether the performer injects emotions into it, I injected them."

Thunderous applause was recalled at the scene.

The referee asked excitedly, "Did you just played the song you created yourself? Can you ask what the name of the song is?"

"Yes." Bo Siyu replied, "The name of this song is Qiao Youxia."

"Qiao Youxia?" The editors were confused.

"Yes." Bo Siyu nodded.

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Chapter completed!