As the performance continued.
On the big screen, the disheveled-looking pianist displayed a composure and elegance utterly at odds with his gloomy appearance.
His piano playing was so clean, like crystal-clear water.
Quiet and serene.
There was no impassioned expression, nor any lengthy, heartfelt outpouring. Yet this gentle, unhurried flow was unexpectedly captivating.
It left one feeling refreshed and at ease.
"Oh. Not bad."
Someone in the lounge voiced their admiration.
"That piano sounds so comfortable!"
"I thought that after listening to Mr. Nishikawa's performance, no one else would be able to make me focus again. I didn't expect another surprise like this."
"It seems plain as water on the surface, but through subtle adjustments in touch, he creates rich and varied tones that strengthen the music's expressive power. Impressive!"
It was clearly a very simple piece.
There was not much elaborate expression, nor was there any soul-stirring melody.
Yet after calming down and listening for a while.
Nearly every pianist gave it extremely high praise.
This was praise from his peers.
Even Lin Tian stared intently at the big screen.
He was somewhat shaken.
Such incredibly solid fundamentals!
Fundamentals far beyond his own!
And although it did not seem as dazzling as Nishikawa Yuuhaku's performance just now.
After savoring it carefully, one could sense just how terrifyingly meticulous it was.
What kind of effort and talent.
Did it take to perform such a pure, clean piece to this extent?
Who exactly was this person?
"Who is that?"
At that moment, in the lounge.
Quite a few people voiced the same question.
"Watanabe Satoru. All I know is that he's a second-tier Japanese pianist, not from an academic background. He's achieved some results in smaller competitions too. This is his first time participating in Sakubang."
He was a complete blind