at this time.

The lobby on the first floor of the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall was packed with people.

At a glance, it was difficult to tell which of the crowd were reporters and which were spectators.

There are also family members and friends of the players, or a few big shots.

Only 11 players gathered in front of the stairs, each with a different expression.

Security personnel separated them from the crowd.

It's like two worlds are separated.

One side is a carnival venue, and the other side is a place of silence.

Time passed by minute by second.

Everyone is waiting for the moment the concert hall door opens.

For the players, this process is truly unspeakably painful.

Having reached this point, no one will reject the burning expectation deep in their heart.

Even if it's slim.

...

Another quarter of an hour passed.

It's almost ten o'clock in the evening.

The temperature in the hall is getting higher and higher.

The crowd was getting more and more anxious.

At this moment, I don’t know who was the first to see the door of the concert hall being pushed open.

In an instant, there was a commotion, and everyone looked at it.

“Wow——————————————-”

Led by Branjano and Pacanro, they walked out of the gate first, followed by judges one after another.

Finally, all the judges, including Marek, and the two notaries walked to the steps.

The majestic judging panel appeared collectively, and the restless atmosphere in the hall was completely suppressed.

‘Click’

‘Click’

‘Click’

Branjano walked up to the microphone stand on the steps, but this time he didn't take out the piece of paper.

Facing countless cameras and looking up at him, he still showed no courtesy.

Looking around, he breathed out.

The silent scene became even more tense as he exhaled.

"First, the list of winners of the individual events of this competition will be announced."

The players were nervous. For most of the 11 people, the individual award may be the only award they can compete for.

"Best performer of Polonaise——"

"Contestant No. 57, Qin Jian."

He just finished speaking.

"ah!!"

A scream broke through the quiet player area.

“Wow————————————————”

Whistles and shouts filled the hall in an instant!

Duan Ran violently shook the seemingly calm client like a little fangirl who had lost her mind.

Ivanov, Fang Zongyao, Xia Shu, and even several European players including Fred congratulated Qin Jian.

The reporters' cameras were all pointing in Qin Jian's direction almost at the same time!

The jury behind Branjano also applauded along with the crowd. No matter what the selection process is, the final result represents the jury.

They should applaud and congratulate contestant No. 57.

In the corner of the crowd.

He Jing's mood was no less than that of Duan Ran, and she and Fang Xuehua held hands tightly.

Qin Gang trembled with his hands at the side.

The old bartender blew a gorgeous whistle again, "Jian!!"

Everyone can see the pride on Liao Linjun's face.

Shen Qingci didn't look surprised at all. Yiglaz gave him a thumbs up: "You win again."

As the atmosphere gradually calmed down, the camera zoomed back to the person involved.

Qin Jian let out a breath and said that he was lying if he said he was unhappy, but this award was not what he valued.

He continued to wait.

...

"Best Sonata Player——"

Branjano spoke again:

"Contestant No. 15, Simon Edmundo."

The scene became lively again, and the fanatical Poles shouted Edmundo's name crazily.

Edmundo's expression definitely didn't look like he knew the outcome in advance.

He bowed deeply three times to the cheering crowd. After receiving this award, he felt more confident.

On the contrary, the expressions of some other contestants were a little dim. The two awards that have been announced are the ones they have the best chance to win.

Because they know that among the two remaining individual awards, Mazurka is the most important individual award, and no one dares to hope for it.

As for the concerto, it is standard for gold medal winners.

At this point, more than half of the players no longer have hope.

"Best Mazurka Player——"

Branjano sped up the process:

"Contestant No. 13, Duan Ran."

Duan Ran was stunned for a moment, and then she looked around blankly.

As a result, she found that everyone was looking at her, and countless flashing lights made her feel like she was in an illusion.

The whistle and scream brought her back to reality.

"Congratulations."

Qin Jian had nothing to say except congratulations.

He is happy that with this award, Duan Ran's future career will be much easier.

But it is undeniable that he never expected that Mazurka would eventually fall on Duan Ran.

This is the truth in his heart.

The various congratulations at the scene made Xiaopang Duan dizzy. Fortunately, Qin Jian held her hand tightly.

But there was no time for her to ask why.

The Mazurka Prize has been announced, and the final Concerto Prize remains.

The ultimate prize.

...

“Best Concerto Performer————”

As Branjano spoke again, the scene fell silent for a moment.

The next award is almost an announcement of this year’s gold medal winner.

Rachel, Adams, Edmonds, Qin Jian, Fang Zongyao, and Xia Shu all have different expressions.

But the solemn atmosphere seemed to decide their fate at this moment

Ten thousand times more dignified than the final object.

Fred seemed unable to bear the pressure. He turned his back and shook his head uncontrollably.
To be continued...