Who??
Nana Li? My God, I barely remembered her from the preliminaries at all!
Seriously? I remembered her solo stage having fewer than 300,000 views, right?
Holy shit, she was the semifinal's ultimate dark horse!
How did she suddenly become this fierce?! Are all the people from Qingjiang Province monsters?!
At that moment, it was not only the two commentators at the commentary desk who were dumbfounded.
Even the countless viewers who were perhaps less professionally inclined were all crying, "Holy shit!"
Such a performance needed no lavish words to embellish it.
The instant the music began, its overwhelming momentum came crashing down.
How could one describe it?
Aggression. Yes, aggression!
The bow in Nana Li's hand danced like a dragon and phoenix. Under her strokes, the cello let out an earth-shaking roar, and in an instant, a majestic painting unfurled across the blank page.
Lin Tian watched with his own eyes as Nana Li's performance returned to its most primal form.
He still remembered that when he had first met Nana Li, this had been his assessment of her.
An intensely aggressive performance!
Back then, Nana Li had already left a deep impression on Lin Tian.
But after her crushing defeat in the Parrot Qin Cup, Nana Li had restrained herself considerably. To defeat Gan Yan Yu, she had polished away her rough edges, and her technique had grown more mature and steady. That should have been progress.
Yet it seemed that
this progress had instead restricted Nana Li after she arrived at the Dragon Qin Cup.
And now, fully unleashed, Nana Li had returned to how she was at the beginning—only with momentum far more powerful than before!
"Prisoner Bird. I remember now—Nana Li's preliminary performance."
Watching the stage, Maple Leaf muttered to himself.
This was no sudden