Chapter 18 Fight for a World Championship

for Yourself After leaving Kuang Xingran's apartment, Mu Wan went to the First Concert Hall. She had already registered online, and she needed to come here to sign in to get the qualification to participate.

The competition she signed up for was just a small competition within S City.

It was called "Melody."

Mu Wan was going to participate in the Paganini International Violin Competition next year.

It was one of the internationally authoritative music competitions and one of the four major violin competitions.

She wanted to give an account to her two lives.

Like Kuang Ye.

Fight for a world championship for herself.

So before that, Mu Wan needed to continue to participate in competitions, and through the accumulation of experience, regain her previous state, or even go to the next level.

After signing in, Mu Wan suddenly had an idea and went to the concert hall on the day of the competition. Looking at the empty and silent stage, she curled her lips, stretched out her hand, and high-fived the air.

My stage.

I'm back.

After doing this, Mu Wan inexplicably felt a little bit immature. She looked around and made sure that there was no one, then she slipped away quickly.

She walked very fast.

A girl behind her who was also signing in with a violin case on her back looked at her back and inexplicably felt that she was somewhat familiar.

Then she shook her head again.

Impossible.

How could the three-time Stern Violin Competition champion come to participate in this small competition.

Although there has been no news about the other party in the classical music circle for more than a year, everyone knows that she is a rich girl, and it is unknown if she suddenly got bored.

——After

that, Mu Wan entered her violin rehabilitation period.

It is easier to give up than to pick up.

Although she has more than ten years of experience, she is still far from reaching the level of being able to participate in top international competitions.

Sometimes, in order to relax, Mu Wan would log in to play games. After a while, apart from the wild factors, she also got the fun of this game.

For example, now.

Double kill

triple kill

Mu Wan got the first triple kill in her life, and she was so excited that she almost stood up from the chair.

Sure enough, getting a head is the happiest thing.

Teammates praised her in the chat group, and Mu Wan humbly typed on the keyboard.

[just so so].

After playing so many games, the former stay-at-home kid has learned to use Chinese-style English.

The victory was no surprise. Mu Wan was in a great mood, sipping the milk tea that had just been delivered to her.

Life is so wonderful.

Suddenly her cell phone rang. Mu Wan glanced at it and saw it was an unfamiliar number. She ignored it

. But the other party was persistent.

Mu Wan: "..."

She picked up the phone impatiently, "Hello, you dialed the wrong number--" "

Wanwan, it's me, don't be awkward. I did lie to you before. Li Shuqin was pursuing me, but I didn't agree. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would misunderstand--"

click.

Mu Wan hung up the phone cleanly and set it to reject unfamiliar calls.

She was too lazy to waste even a little time on Kuang Shuyu.

"Psycho, Sansha's good mood is gone."

Mu Wan muttered, relying on the fact that no one was swearing. Suddenly, she saw an acquaintance online in the list, and hurried to invite him.

But the other party did not respond for a long time.

Mu Wan: "???"

Is she so bad? Or did she give away too few skins?

After a while, a chat message from Ou Lan came from the internal chat.

Xingchen anchor Ou Lan: [Wan, I will queue with you after I go off the air. Last time I queued with you, many people said that I was riding on the popularity, and my live broadcast room was blocked several times. 】

Mu Wan: "..."

She frowned, and her already bad mood dropped a degree. She

quickly downloaded Xingchen Live on the computer, searched for Ou Lan and entered the live broadcast room.

It was just as Ou Lan said.

The live broadcast room was full of curses, and the words used were vicious.

[The anchor turned off the screen, he won't go to cheat the rich woman again. ]

[His skills are not very good, but he is very fast in the crooked way. He went from iron to gold, and took more than ten skins from others. How shameless. ]

[It is this kind of anchor who corrupts the atmosphere, and curses his whole family to get cancer and AIDS, stupid thing. ]

[Look at his big account's record, he is a loser, and he has the nerve to ride on the popularity of amateurs. ]

[HW anchors have to look at the number one star, Cao Shangfei, who has first-class skills and helps fans to gain points for free. He doesn't have so many bad things. ]

[The anchor should die, and he pretends to be pitiful and says that his sister is undergoing chemotherapy. He lies without hesitation, and he doesn't care about his bottom line. Die, die, die, die. 】

Mu Wan's eyes darkened. The boy on the screen was wearing headphones and looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he lowered his head and pretended to be calm, the slight scarlet and helplessness in his eyes still exposed his vulnerability.

She wondered if all these keyboard warriors in the live broadcast room had no mothers.

How dare they bully a child?

She created an account and logged in to try to explain peacefully.

[I'm Wan. I don't mind him riding on my popularity. He has good skills and is not bad! ]

Ou Lan's skills are indeed not bad. He can lead the mid lane, jungle, and ADC. Although he is not as good as professionals, he is better than most people, otherwise he would not be able to make a living as a game anchor.

But her comment was quickly drowned out by the rapidly scrolling comment area.

Not a single splash was aroused.

Mu Wan: “…”

She frantically copied her own conversation and sent it to the conversation box, which finally attracted some people’s attention, but in return she was only met with ruthless ridicule.

[Yo, yo, this is a scam by a badass anchor. A blank new account, the avatar is not changed. In order to calm down the storm, they even hired someone to pretend to be a rich woman. What a jerk.]

[It could also be the leg hair of the badass anchor, but it looks fake at first glance. Wan is a rich woman. Even if she has an account, how could it be such a blank account?]

[Poor woman pretending to be a rich woman, but she can't really act like one.]

Mu Wan: "..."

She was so angry that her hand holding the mouse was shaking.

It's fine to say she's a fake, but she's also called poor. I can't stand it.