"Wow, are those two handso guys acting as human music stands and microphone holders for that junior girl?"
"This setup is just too grand, is this a queen’s performance? Does she need ministers to hold her microphone?"
"Did you recognize that chair? It’s a chair exclusively for the concertmaster! Others aren’t qualified to sit on it."
"I don’t recognize the chair, but I do recognize one of the handso guys, that’s Ao Xinghao from the dical College, the newly crowned campus heartthrob!"
"I also recognize the chubby handso guy beside him, he’s Hu Lingling’s brother, a well-known wealthy guy, the kingpin of dical College, always struts around!"
"I know the instrunt, it’s an oboe, its unique light golden shell is from a particularly expensive professional brand, I can’t rember the na, just that it’s very, very, very expensive..."
"How expensive?"
"Probably enough to buy an apartnt near the school."
The crowd gasped.
So, what’s the background of this junior girl going on stage?
To have the campus heartthrob and a wealthy guy serving her on bended knee, sitting on the concertmaster’s exclusive velvet chair, playing an oboe solo?
Qin Xin adjusted her instrunt.
The mont the first note was played.
The entire room fell silent.
The ethereal sound made people instantly forget where they were, as if transported by Qin Xin’s lody to drift among the vast galaxies.
The highs and lows intertwined skillfully, like pearls rolling on a jade plate.
The transitions carried with them a distinctive personal style, not rely elegant or commonly ethereal, but a sharpness that pierced the soul.
A lone oboe solo was sohow given the grandeur of a full symphony orchestra.
The piece ended.
For a long ti, the audience didn’t react.
After a dozen seconds, belatedly, thunderous applause erupted.
Music has a soul, instrunts have a soul, at this mont they finally understood the true aning of these words.
Qin Xin’s solo gave them a perfect experience of what is called soulful performance.
The audience applauded vigorously, for a long ti.
Qin Xin, however, was quite composed, standing up to take a bow.
But the teachers and students below hadn’t heard enough.
The 8-minute piece was too short, too short, too short.
They wanted to hear more.
So, amidst the thunderous applause, everyone shouted in unison:
"One more song!"
"One more song!"
"One more song!"
This kind of spectacular scene normally seen at superstar concerts actually appeared at a school performance.
There had never been an orchestral performance where the audience so strongly demanded an encore.
Qin Xin rubbed her forehead.
Her task was complete, Class 2 wouldn’t lose face, she wanted to step down.
However, Ao Xinghao, squatting on the ground, suddenly showed a cunning smile at the corner of his eye, whispered, "Xin, why not play another piece? Don’t let Class 1 close the show."
Hu Yi’s eyes also brightened: "Yes, earlier they shalessly wanted to steal our program, now it’s ti for them to pay the price. Sister Xin, you can’t disappoint the audience’s request, if you don’t perform, I, I’ll just kneel here and won’t get up..."
Ao Xinghao: "..."
Wow, the shalessness of rival number 1, should he be learning from this?
Qin Xin slowly sat down.
Hu Yi imdiately raised the microphone perceptively.
Qin Xin lifted her chin, speaking calmly, "What else does everyone want to hear?"
The audience instantly erupted.
Within seconds, a string of at least a hundred song titles was called out.
So even implored for "Tom and Jerry" to be played, which was amusing.
Qin Xin tilted her head slightly, listening intently, then smiled, "Since everyone’s opinions aren’t unified, I’ll continue playing my own piece."
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