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Everyone quickly caught this keyword.
So, that grand and magnificent tune just now, was it originally composed by this girl?
No wonder no one had heard it before!
The audience burst into applause once again.
Qin Xin adjusted the tuning.
The applause obediently ca to a halt once again.
A light and lively prelude, like a few mischievous little stars, led the audience once more into the boundless galaxy.
This ti, Qin Xin’s style changed again.
Amidst the grandeur, there was a hint of mysterious depth, as if guiding everyone’s souls to explore freely in the galaxy, capturing their thoughts so tightly in the lody that they almost forgot where they were.
Even Qin Wenrou backstage was montarily at a loss, struck by the lody and forgetting her jealousy.
Until the piece ca to an end.
She stumbled for a mont, coming back to her senses.
Looking back at the stage, Ao Xinghao and Hu Yi beside Qin Xin, half-kneeling while holding the sheet music and microphone for Qin Xin, appeared as if they were serving a supre empress. Her envy and jealousy almost made her eyes pop out.
Why her?
Why should it be her?
This kind of noble treatnt should have been hers!
She clenched her fists, barely managing to keep her hands from trembling too much.
She couldn’t let this affect her performance; she was still the finale act.
She intended to use the most stunning piece to overshadow her.
Just as she was ready to take the stage to play the piano.
The teacher stopped her again: "Wen Rou, I’m sorry, the performance has ended."
Qin Wenrou was taken aback: "Teacher, I haven’t perford my finale piece yet."
Teacher: "Apologies, Lan Qingxin just perford two pieces on the oboe, which perfectly used up the performance ti. We can’t add more programs, the principal and guests’ ti is precious, it must end on ti, so..."
Your finale piece was cut.
Lan Qingxin’s oboe performance was the finale.
"Buzz—" Qin Wenrou’s mind exploded.
She was cut?
She was cut!
Why?
Why should this be!
Her anger had nowhere to go, leaving her standing at the bottom step to the stage like a pitiful joke.
She stiffly turned her neck, looking towards the guest seats, where that long-empty sponsor’s seat was now occupied.
The man in a black suit, hair long over his forehead, his expression stern, exuding an air of ferocity, his pair of purple eyes exceedingly prominent in the crowd, left a lasting impression.
At this mont, those purple eyes were tightly locked onto Qin Xin, who was taking a bow on stage.
Unwavering, as if everyone else was simply her backdrop, unable to catch his eyes.
Qin Wenrou’s chest tightened even further.
The main sponsor had finally arrived.
Still that imposing exemplar of a man.
But all his attention was stolen by her!
She stole her performance opportunity and the chance to et this important figure, this grudge would definitely be avenged!
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Upon bowing, Qin Xin handed the oboe case to Hu Yi: "Send this back to your sister."
Then she stepped off the stage, heading to the restroom.
The stage lights were too hot; she was wearing a hat, and her forehead was a bit sweaty, worried her makeup might smudge.
Washing her face in the restroom, sure enough, the dark green birthmark was a bit sared.
Thinking no one would notice late in the night, she planned to return to the dorm to rest soon, and simply removed her makeup.
The long hair was also hot, she tied it up and tucked it under the hat, feeling much fresher.
After a brief delay, by the ti she erged, the hall was bustling with the start of the ball.
The audience seats were removed, and the grand hall turned into a magnificent dance floor.
Male students, female students, teachers, principals... everyone danced joyfully regardless of status.
Qin Xin rubbed her temples, preparing to leave through the crowd.
Unexpectedly, just as she took a step, a strong arm pulled her right into an embrace!
The man’s breath lingered at her neck!
[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Hehe, guess who hugged Master Xin?]
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