Chapter 61 Finals

Mu Yanci, who was said to be destined to be alone, was on his way back to his residence near the company.

He was not a teenager, so of course he could not be fooled by Jiuye's words.

However, Jiuye slept on the sofa, so he was quite sensible, otherwise it would not be so simple to leave him in the cold wind. He

just walked out of the elevator.

He paused. He

frowned and looked at the familiar figure in front of the door.

"Jiu Xingran?"

"Brother Yanci..."

Jiu Xingran, wearing a silk suspender, leaned against the door, with a slim figure, holding a bottle of wine in her hand, and smiled at him foolishly.

Mu Yanci walked over and snatched the bottle of wine from her hand.

"Drink less..."

Jiu Xingran raised a finger, and her tongue couldn't be straightened.

"No, I didn't drink much, just one bottle."

Seeing that she was walking crookedly, Mu Yanci frowned even deeper. He opened the door and helped her to the sofa. Just as he was about to pour her a glass of water, his tie was pulled down.

Kuang Xingran's lips with the scent of wine came close to her.

Mu Yanci's eyes were dazed for a moment.

After reacting, he immediately stepped back, and Kuang Xingran fell heavily back onto the sofa.

Kuang Xingran didn't move for a long time.

Just when Mu Yanci thought she was asleep, he heard her whisper.

"Why don't you accept me..."

Mu Yanci's brows flashed a trace of gloom. He didn't know how many times he said this sentence.

"Because I am seven years older than you, because you are Wanwan's friend."

Tears suddenly rolled down the corners of Kuang Xingran's eyes.

"I don't care that you are seven years older than me, and I already... I can't be friends with Wan Wan anymore..."

The faint sobbing sound suddenly turned into a loud cry.

Mu Yanci looked flustered for a moment, and after a while, as if defeated, he walked over and patted her back gently.

"What happened?"

-

Time flies, and soon it is the day of Mu Wan's violin final.

Wang Lan put on the cheongsam made by Mu Wan herself early in the morning, and covered it with a beige shawl. Her makeup was exquisite and her hair was specially done.

She urged her husband, "Are you ready? Wanwan will perform earlier, don't be late."

Mu Jianhua tied his tie in front of the mirror, "Okay, okay, didn't you say my clothes were ugly just now? Let me change them!"

Wang Lan walked over to help him, and then complained: "Your poor aesthetics only look good on military uniforms. If I had known, I would have matched them for you last night."

"..."

He didn't know that his father's aesthetics were being complained about by his mother.

Mu Wan came to the First Concert Hall early in the morning, ready for the final competition.

Although the melodious sound is a small competition, everyone's strength is not bad to survive three rounds and enter the finals.

Chu Xiaoyin also entered the finals and was a little nervous at this time.

"Goddess, what should I do? My hands are a little stiff. Will I not play well later?"

Although she has participated in many large and small competitions as a music student, she is still nervous to the point of sweating before going on stage every time.

She heard that the judge of the finals will include the principal violinist of the Irene Philharmonic Orchestra.

She became even more nervous.

Mu Wan held her hand and said, "Keep calm. Training yourself is more important than winning the championship."

Although Mu Wan said that she wanted to give her mother a championship, it would not matter if she did

n't win. At most, she would be disappointed for a while, and then pick up the piano and continue on her way. "Oh, you talk better than you sing. If you don't care about the championship, why did you do something shady in the first place?"

Then a sneer came from the side. Mu Wan looked up and saw a boy in a tuxedo wiping the strings with rosin.

Chu Xiaoyin was no longer nervous when she heard her goddess was slandered, and she frowned at the boy.

"Where is your father, you are an orphan, are you in such a bad mood before the game? The organizers have explained the incident, okay?"

The man sneered, "Her family is so powerful, the organizers must be on her side, it's a pity for the powerless musician, he won't be able to play the violin in his life."

Chu Xiaoyin was indignant, "You should provide evidence when you speak, you are slandering--"

"Okay."

Mu Wan stopped Chu Xiaoyin and looked at the man coldly.

"If you think so, you won't seem so unwilling to lose to me later, it's up to you."

He comforted Chu Xiaoyin, "Don't get emotional about unimportant people and things, the competition is more important."

The man's face darkened, he glared at Mu Wan fiercely, and walked away with the violin.

Chu Xiaoyin rolled her eyes at him, "Who is this?"

If it was the Mu Wan of the past, she might really be affected by these words and then perform poorly in the competition.

But now she is completely self-consistent.

Things that have not been done have not been done. Why should you imprison yourself and punish yourself because of someone else's mistakes?

Chu Xiaoyin's performance order was before Mu Wan.

Mu Wan was watching from the backstage and saw that although she was nervous before the competition, she was not shy at all when she went on stage.

"Isn't it played well?"

She murmured with a smile, then turned around to get her violin case, preparing to make the final instrument adjustments.

But when she opened the buckle.

Her face suddenly changed.

The violin bowstring in the violin case broke.