Lin Que looked at the girl on the stage who seemed to be glowing.
She poured out those days and nights she spent confined in the music room, and those delicious foods she turned down in order to maintain her figure.
All the grievances swallowed for the sake of so-called "perfection" were transformed into musical notes under the fingertips.
The students in the audience couldn't understand Rachmaninoff or the harmonic progressions.
They felt a chill run down their spines, and a strange emotion crept up their spines.
It makes you want to clench your fists and shout along with the music.
Yan Fang sat in the audience, her gaze behind her thick-rimmed glasses shifting from initial scrutiny to shock.
"when!!!"
As the last note faded,
The strings were still vibrating wildly inside the violin case, emitting a buzzing echo.
Ye Xi remained in the same position as when she smashed the zither.
The chest heaved violently; it was an instinctive reaction to oxygen deprivation.
At this moment, the top floor of Yiyuan Building was deathly silent.
"Splash—"
Professor Yu Yan stood up in the first row.
This piano professor, who had been picky for most of his life,
They even forgot their composure as judges and clapped their hands together forcefully.
The applause was like a signal flare.
The next second, a thunderous roar erupted throughout the stadium.
Even students in regular classes who couldn't understand piano clapping clapped their hands until they were red.
Ye Xi stood up from the piano bench, somewhat dazed.
My legs felt a little weak; that was the feeling of exhaustion after the adrenaline wore off.
"Great! That's wonderful!"
Yu Yan strode onto the stage, completely ignoring the host who was still standing beside him, ready to hand him the microphone.
He grabbed Ye Xi's wrist directly, and his sharp eyes flashed with excitement.
"Ye Xi, this is the best time I've ever heard you play Rachmaninoff's Second Piano Concerto."
Yu Yan's voice, trembling slightly, resonated throughout the venue through the lavalier microphone.
"When Rachmaninoff wrote this piece, he was struggling, he was contemplating, he was trying to climb out of the mire of depression."
Yu Yan stared intently into Ye Xi's eyes.
“Before, you could only struggle and ponder; you were trapped inside. But today…”
Yu Yan took a deep breath and patted Ye Xi's shoulder heavily.
"Today, you have broken through."
The audience erupted in applause once again.
Minister Zheng Songxue nodded frequently beside him.
Standing under the spotlight, listening to the praise, Ye Xi's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
It wasn't because of excitement, but because of relief.
She instinctively turned her head, her gaze passing through the glaring light.
I walked through the frenzied crowd and looked towards the dim shadows on the side of the screen.
Lin Que was still standing there.
He was still wearing that ill-fitting red vest, his hands in his pockets, looking as languid as an outsider.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
Lin Que took his right hand out of his pocket and raised it to his chest.
He gave a big thumbs up.
Then, a mischievous smirk appeared on his lips, and he moved them slightly.
There was no sound, but Ye Xi accurately read the mouth movements of those two words.
"barbecue!".
Ye Xi's eyes, which were already a little moist, instantly curved into crescent moons.
That was a more vivid joy than hearing a professor praise me.
...
As the meeting ended, the leaders rose and left, and the crowd began to move.
Taking advantage of the moment when Professor Yu Yan was surrounded, Ye Xi
She quickly winked at Lin Que, then subtly pointed towards the side door.
Lin Que understood immediately and was just about to take off his red vest and make a run for it.
"Ye Xi, classmate."
Jiang Changfeng's signature laughter was like a wall.
Their path was completely blocked.
The old principal was beaming, clearly extremely satisfied with today's event.
"Minister Zheng and Professor Yu both praised your performance today."
We've already booked a private room at the Jiangcheng Hotel, both as a welcome dinner for the experts and a celebration of our victory.
Ye Xi's smile froze for a moment.
She glanced at Lin Que subconsciously, about to politely decline:
"Principal Jiang, I need to go tonight..."
"Hey, Ye, you can't refuse."
Jiang Changfeng seemed to have expected this, and waved his hand with a smile.
"At noon, your father, Teacher Ye, called me and repeatedly told me to take good care of you."
If you don't come to this meal,
If I turn back, I won't be able to explain it to your father.
...
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