The final deciding game arrived.
To be on the safe side, Baiyunshan did not risk his life by choosing a cello to slap Nobuo Fukuyama in the face, but still chose the piano.
This also led to the first scene since the program started airing in which both players competed on the piano in the three games. Banana people couldn't help but complain that the name of the God of Musical Instruments could be changed to the God of Piano!
Just to be on the safe side, Baiyunshan also specifically told Chuan Jingai to move himself to the back when choosing the order of taking the stage.
Sure enough, the middle-aged social worker still couldn't understand the meaning of this move. He wanted to ask why with confusion on his face, but he felt that he shouldn't say anything. He naturally had his own considerations when doing this, so he turned around and went down to make arrangements with the staff.
Looking at Chuan Jingai's leaving figure, Baiyunshan shook his head regretfully, Chuan Jingsang, you still don't understand, have you seen Little Master of China? Have you watched Master Chef Xiao Fugui? In this type of competition, the first mover always loses! Just like most twin-tailed dogs are losers, the protagonist usually appears at the end!
After the break, Nobuo Fukuyama, who regained his confidence under the encouragement of his nephew, regrouped and sat on the chair again.
snort! The young man just took advantage of having a good song! Today, I am going to use what I have learned throughout my life to show you the power of my thunder-throwing hand, Buntailai—er, no, it’s the thunder-throwing hand, Nobuo Fukuyama!
As for where this title comes from, it’s very simple. When Nobuo Fukuyama exerts his iron palms on the piano keys with all his strength, his fingers are like the wind, as fast as lightning, and the sound of the piano can be played like thunder, so he is in the music industry. He earned the reputation of a thunderbolt rusher. Now if you don't hold back any more, use all your strength, and you must win this game!
After all, losing is not terrible for him, but losing to a young man who is decades younger is terrible. What is even more terrible is that this young man is not a colleague in the music industry. His job is just an agent, and he took the initiative to provoke it. I can't afford to lose face if I lose!
Having made up his mind, Nobuo Fukuyama's eyes were bright and clear, he sat tall and strong, and his calloused hands pressed on the black and white piano keys.
A brisk rhythm slowly sounded, and the song he played this time was still a famous piece on the piano. Like Ryuichi Sakamoto, the song by Hisaishi Joe, who is the ceiling of the Japanese music industry - "Summer" from the movie Kikujiro's Summer.
The difficulty of this piece is actually not too high, but the level of performance of players of different levels is naturally very different.
It can be said that Hisaishi Joe has injected a brilliant soul into this piece in order to fit the plot of the movie. The rhythmic and whirlwind arrangement of the piece is quite interesting, and the sound produced by the keys is like the breeze blowing under the sun. Summer, just like the scene in the movie, makes me feel relaxed and relaxed as soon as I listen to it, and my soul seems to be at peace.
The piano sound from simple to complex echoed throughout the studio, and Nobuo Fukuyama's strength was undoubtedly revealed. He was heavy and powerful when slow, and methodical when fast, and every syllable was played to the fullest. But it's not exaggerated, nor violent. It's not like the scorching sun at noon, but the setting sun in the evening. It's like golden light is shining on the body, and the wind blows on the face of a young man holding a weed in his mouth and resting his hands on it. Behind his head, he looked leisurely and contented.
The two-minute piece didn't last long. Amid warm applause, Nobuo Fukuyama got the result he wanted.
Although it has the same shortcomings as the previous one, that is, this song is also too popular and everyone is familiar with it. But from the perspective of Nobuo Fukuyama, who thinks that his performance is even more perfect than the previous round, this shortcoming is no longer a problem. It's a shortcoming.
After all, you can’t come up with another original song, right?
And even if he can get it, it may not be good enough. He is confident that even the level of the previous song may not be able to completely suppress his performance this round.
Because in addition to the music itself, the performance of the performer is the focus of this competition, and the name is called the God of Instruments!
Nobuo Fukuyama took a long breath and walked off the stage. His palms were covered with sweat. He had not felt this kind of tension for a long time. This time, he felt it from an agent who was so much younger than him. Yes, but it was something he never expected.
Facing his nephew's nervous eyes, he smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely win this round!"
"Congratulations to the second uncle! Congratulations to the second uncle!" Fukuyama Yehui breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether it was because he was able to hit that guy in the face hard, or because he escaped from his second uncle's stick. He suddenly felt aroused. A feeling of surviving a disaster.
...
In the Nogizaka lounge.
"Bravo!"
"Although I think he is a bit annoying, I have to say that he plays really well."
"I feel like Baiyun-san won't be able to win."
.....
"That's not necessarily the case!"
Amid the worries of the members, Sayuri Matsumura smiled confidently.
Everyone quickly turned their gazes to her, wondering: "Why?"
The old two-dimensional silly Apple said confidently: "Haven't you ever watched the anime? Generally speaking, the first one to appear is praised very much, but the one who really wins is usually the second one to appear. The right player is the right one, and I believe that the reason why Bai Yunsang chose to play second fiddle just now must be out of this consideration!"
"So, Baiyun Sang will win!"
The members all rolled their eyes and sighed: "What nonsense are you talking about! This is the real world, it depends on your strength, right?"
Matsumura Sayuri is still confident: "If you don't believe it, how about a bet? If Baiyun-san wins, all the fried chicken in your lunch box this month will be given to me. Don't worry, I'm not greedy either. Just one portion per person every day."
"What if you lose?"
"If I lose, Ichiku-chan's fried chicken will be yours!" Sayuri Matsumura spread his hands.
"Nani? What does it have to do with me?" Huahua next to her looked surprised.
"Bet or not?"
The members looked at each other in confusion, and then felt that anyway, they won the bet and earned fried chicken, and Baiyun Sang was happy to win the bet, so they had no reason to refuse, so they gritted their teeth and clapped their hands: "It's a bet!"
"make a deal!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Are you listening to what I say?" Huahua couldn't help shouting.
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Tokyo Television Station.
Baiyunshan, who had no idea that Huahua's life for the next month would be in his hands, looked at Nobuo Fukuyama who came down from the stage with a calm expression.
Frankly speaking, Summer played this song really well, and he thought he was far inferior when he was asked to play.
Even Mr. Sakamoto, who cherishes words like gold, commented on him with one more word: "Very good!" This shows how good Nobuo Fukuyama's performance is. An ordinary player, or even Sakura Corridor from Baiyun Mountain in the previous round, would have fallen in front of this piece of music and sadly lost.
It's a pity that Baiyun Mountain is different this time.
He gave Chuan Jingai a reassuring look, then returned to sit in front of the piano for the third time, completely singing a song.
The moment his hand gently touched the keys, the familiar aura appeared again, but this time, it was slightly sad.
Sakamoto Ryuichi narrowed his eyes.
The banana man looked serious and held his breath.
The audience in the audience and the members in front of the TV were also watching this scene nervously.
The music is playing!
Everyone gasped, feeling goose bumps on their skin, and then looked mesmerized.
Fukuyama Nobuo's eyes suddenly widened again. The expression of Fukuyama Yehui next to him was exactly the same as his second uncle's, and his eyes were almost shocked!
It’s actually another original song!