Chapter 117 Bad Relationship?
Everyone suddenly looked up.
Cormier seemed not to have heard him clearly for a moment: "...What?"
Tu Yao continued to explain, "The Yenching Conservatory of Music is only a five or six-minute drive from here."
"If we leave now, we'll have almost an hour to prepare."
“My brother said that his classmates are also very talented. I went to the school with my brother yesterday and saw several people playing the violin. They must know a little bit… no!”
Tu Yao said earnestly, "They are excellent students now, and in the future, they may also be outstanding musicians."
She took a deep breath and looked at Cormier again.
“...I know you’re a perfectionist, and those students may not be able to meet your standards yet.”
"But this is the best solution I can think of. Do you think it's okay?"
The hall was quiet, and Cormier silently looked at the girl in front of him.
He is a perfectionist with obsessive-compulsive disorder, which makes it almost impossible for him to handle any tricky situation.
Because at this point, his emotions would be on the verge of collapse.
This seems to be a common problem among most artists, and he knew that Nan Ke was no exception.
But these kinds of people are also willing to do everything themselves, which causes their breakdowns to occur at an exponential rate.
As his social status rises and he grows older, his elders and aunts naturally stop treating him like a baby, and he can no longer confide in them or ask for help.
In the end, I just opened a few bottles of whiskey with a few old friends and had a big drink, and then got caught in a romantic drizzle of plane trees on a street in France.
...And now, two friends have betrayed him too.
But just when he was at his loneliest, a girl calmly and naturally helped him sort out his current problems and even gave him a decent solution!
Even though he understood that her initial intentions weren't entirely for him, it still shattered his loneliness at that moment.
Cormier suddenly couldn't help but laugh, and then he burst into laughter.
Tu Yao was a little taken aback and couldn't help but look at Xu Chi.
...Koike, has he gone mad?
Xu Chi chuckled and gave him a reassuring look.
It's not that he's crazy, but rather that his good friend is about to have another friend.
Cormier laughed for a full half minute before calming down, and then gave her head a good rub.
"sure!"
This is the best way!
His eyes were slightly red, and his tone was excited and proud, "Whatever you think of is the best solution!"
Tu Yao looked at him suspiciously and calmly pointed out, "Mr. Cormier, this is very unprincipled."
Cormier laughed even harder in an instant.
He carefully considered that he was thirty-seven and his little mascot was eighteen. It seemed like a perfect match for them to be friends despite their age difference. It was just right, absolutely perfect!
After finishing his calculations, he naturally looked at Nan Ke and asked, "So, are there any kids in your school who play the violin quite well?"
"Help me get in touch with them!"
Tu Yao immediately turned her head and looked at Nan Ke excitedly.
"Second Brother! It's your turn!"
All eyes present seemed to instinctively turn towards Nan Ke.
Nan Ke's expression turned complicated in an instant. How did it suddenly become...?
But when he met the expectant gazes of Cormier and Tu Yao, he slowly nodded.
Of course, there are people who play the violin quite well.
The most skilled finger technique, even more impressive than his own, immediately brought to mind several familiar names.
Can……
Cormier said excitedly, "If you think it's good, then it must be really good! Quickly call them and ask if they'd be willing to come and save the day. Don't worry, the pay will definitely be generous!"
Nan Ke subconsciously and slowly took out her phone.
Open the contacts list and let your fingertip float back and forth between a few numbers.
But the next second, he suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Cormier, I'll give you the number. It might be better if you contact them yourself."
Cormier asked, puzzled, "Why?"
Nan Ke's smile faltered: "Because... I don't have a good relationship with them. If I contact them, they probably won't even answer the phone, let alone collaborate with me on stage."
...Who would answer a call from a madman?
Cormier's rationality began to return.
"That's right, Nan Ke. If they don't have a good relationship with you, even if I step in, it will probably be useless once they hear that they want to share the stage with you."
"So you'll have to make this call yourself."
Nan Ke was speechless.
After a moment of silence, he pressed down with his fingertips.
...
At Yenching Conservatory of Music, a group of students who had just finished their evening classes were emerging from the practice rooms one after another.
The usually bustling crowd was unusually quiet at this moment.
A girl casually asked, "Zhibang, what day is it today?"
The boy named Zhibang blurted out, "Mr. Cormier's concert."
The crowd fell silent once more.
"...Why is everyone silent? I didn't say anything wrong."
"You mean today is also the day of Nan Ke's performance, right...?"
The boy gave an awkward smile, picked up the violin, and sighed, "It's the same, it's both Mr. Cormier's concert and a good day for Nan Ke's performance."
"I tried to buy tickets a couple of days ago, but I couldn't get any at all."
The others remained silent.
The boy couldn't help but glance at them sideways: "Stop pretending, I know you guys stole it too."
Just as I finished speaking, my phone vibrated twice.
Song Zhibang reached into his pocket, picked it up, and took a look. Upon seeing it, he froze on the spot.
When the others saw that he hadn't followed, they urged him, "What are you doing? Why aren't you moving?"
"Holy crap! Nan... Nan..."
The girl said irritably, "South what?"
"Nan Ke called me!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned for a moment, and the next second, they ran back.
I leaned closer to take a look.
"It really is Nan Ke?!"
"What are you standing there for! Answer it now!"
Song Zhibang snapped back to reality, quickly pressed the call button, and put the phone on speakerphone.
He opened his mouth and carefully uttered a single word.
"Hello?"
A tentative yet clearly friendly voice came from the other end of the phone, and Nan Ke was slightly taken aback.
On the other side, a group of students looked at each other in bewilderment.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Song Zhibang frowned: "Hello? Nan Ke? Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Hello?"
As if remembering something, he suddenly said urgently, "Are you in some kind of danger and unable to speak? Should I call the police for you?!"
Hearing this, Nan Ke finally reacted, opened her mouth, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "No...it's okay, I'm fine."
The young man on the other end of the phone visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good, that's good... Did you call me because you need something?"
Nan Ke's mind went blank for a moment. After pausing for a few seconds, he briefly recounted what had just happened.
Finally, in a gentle and slow tone, he asked, "...You and Tang Yuan are the best violinists. I'd like to ask if you would be willing to come and help?"
Before Nan Ke could even react, the other party immediately agreed!
"Of course, wait, we'll be right there! Are Tang Yuan and I enough?"
"Oh, I mean Zhou Qi, Siran, and Xiao Liang are all with me. We just finished our evening class and we all brought our instruments with us."
Before Nan Ke could reply, Song Zhibang made the decision: "How about this, let's all come over, just in case we need it!"
"I'll talk to you later. Xiao Liang has already hailed a taxi. We'll be there in five minutes!"
He hung up the phone quickly after saying that.
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Nan Ke showed a look of surprise for the first time.
Cormier was speechless for a moment, then couldn't hold back any longer.
"...Is this what you mean by a bad relationship?"
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