Just about to stomp away.
But upon turning around, she found that outside the small VIP concert hall, people were already packed.
Everyone craning their necks, hoping to get a ticket inside.
The staff struggled to maintain order: "Sorry, only one ticket per person, please leave if you don’t have one, and don’t make loud noises."
Yet, the crowd was all ticketless, but no one was willing to leave—
"We’ll just listen from outside."
"We promise not to make noise."
"We just want to quietly soak in the artistic atmosphere, please."
Jun Ruyi was stuck in the crowd, unable to move, rolling her eyes.
From what she knew, it was just a guitar concert, what kind of art? A joke?
However.
The crowd was continuously growing, with people from downstairs taking the elevator or stairs, lining up outside the concert hall in an orderly manner, with expressions of utmost reverence.
Jun Ruyi was utterly baffled.
She rembered from her dad’s ticket, the perforr’s na was sothing double, not a big na at all, never heard of, what on earth was going through these people’s minds, all squeezing in?
Morons!
Making her stand there in high heels almost to death.
==
The concert hall on the first floor.
Qin Wenrou’s concert had finally begun.
She stepped out wearing a short skirt, smiling as she bowed to the audience.
When she straightened up, she was struck by a startling scene.
The hall that was almost fully seated a mont ago.
Now, more than half of the people had left.
Even if they all went to the restroom, it couldn’t be so many at once, right?
She was a bit clueless about the situation, her eyes scanning over Duanmu Heiying in the first row, feeling sowhat uneasy.
Because near Duanmu Heiying, the most prestigious VIP rows were completely emptied.
This ant the most supporting guests had all left.
The only ones left were those in the back, the audiences whom her mother gave free tickets to, essentially paid spectators.
Duanmu Heiying gestured for her to start quickly, to keep her composure.
Qin Wenrou took a deep breath and walked towards the grand piano.
Keeping her composure, keeping it.
How could she not lose her composure?
Her concert had not even begun, and half of the people had left, and more continued to leave, where were they all going?
Could they all have gone upstairs to that mysterious perforr’s concert?
Who on earth was stealing her thunder?
Qin Wenrou’s mind raced, and her hand slipped off the first key with a wrong note.
Duanmu Heiying frowned.
Qin Wenrou hastily retracted her fingers, posing—
No way, her teacher said that today she was going to make history, to demonstrate a playing style never seen before in piano history, to go down in history.
She wanted to make a splash!
With that thought, she finally focused and lifted her leg...
==
Top floor VIP concert hall.
The continuous influx of the crowd was driving the staff crazy, endlessly advising: "Please don’t keep coming, even if you co, you can’t get in..."
However, the enthusiastic audience wouldn’t listen, their purposes were diverse but all very eager:
"I heard the president is inside, along with many big CEOs, half of the empire’s upper society is here. This is an occasion not to be missed."
"I heard the Q Emperor might be attending."
"I might get to see my Xinghe here today; he told us loyal fans to co and see if possible."
"I am with my Xihe Goddess and Rain God, so I must be with them."
"I heard Mr. Yun will perform a new piece, I must be the first to hear it..."
The staff was really going crazy.
Who on earth was this Miss Qin, being able to invite Mr. Nalan to book the venue, and attract so many empire dignitaries.
And also, draw so many fans!
[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Missing my fairies on this day again, guarding duty in the cold wind, I do miss the warmth of my fairies]
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