"A nocturne?"
As the broadcast announced Lin Tian's piece,
the entire lounge fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone's expressions could only be described as utterly dumbfounded.
"Is it the nocturne I'm thinking of?"
"What other nocturne could it be?"
"Why did they clash again?!"
Everyone completely lost it.
Why was this happening again?
Back in the preliminaries, it had already been unbelievably absurd when the two of them brought out rhapsodies at the same time.
Lin Tian, then still a newcomer, had crushed Nishikawa Yuuhaku's composition with overwhelming force, sending "Croatian Rhapsody" soaring to fame on the international stage by stepping right over Nishikawa Yuuhaku's head.
Such a low-probability event had already been outrageous enough.
And now it was happening again?!
What kind of deep-seated grudge was this, for them to keep chasing each other down like this?
Some pianists could not resist checking with the staff whether either finalist had changed their selected piece.
When they received a negative answer, they lost it even more.
So it really was just a pure coincidence!
Still, it had nothing to do with them.
They could discuss it all they wanted,
but for now, they were mostly just eager to watch the show.
Another head-on clash between pieces of the same genre.
This was going to be incredible!
Especially since the two were now both renowned composers in the competition.
They had fought from the preliminaries all the way to the finals!
Never mind the live audience—even the other contestants, their competitors, felt that this match was simply too compelling!
Everyone was excited by the spectacle.
Everyone except one person.
—Nishikawa Yuuhaku himself.
After hearing the announced piece, Nishikawa Yuuhaku felt as miserable as if he were severely constipated.
On one hand, he was deeply dejected by this damned luck; on the