Rosa Sullivan participated in an official traditional music show. Though its audience isn’t large, its class and style are high, it’s a show many artists are willing to lower their standards to appear on.
Rosa Sullivan was chosen for several reasons: firstly, she recently gained so popularity and is favored by the audience after market selection, attracting so young demographics; secondly, she hasn’t officially stepped into the entertainnt industry yet and is considered an amateur with a clean record, making her hard to attack; thirdly, her identity——a disciple of the National Music Master Julian Linfield, the school beauty and academic star of the National Academy of Music, and her family’s background temporarily considered for inclusion in the non-material cultural heritage of chanical Techniques.
Rosa Sullivan has a high street favorability rating.
Especially with the popularity of Escape Room, it indirectly boosted Rosa Sullivan’s national recognition.——It can be said that, riding the east wind of Nora Scott, all the guests who participated in that show initially only seed to gain value and heat.
Now Rosa Sullivan publicly spoke up, hinting that the bamboo flute Nora Scott had wasn’t made or gifted by Julian Linfield, which, once the video spread, caused widespread discussion.
Many netizens directly criticized Nora Scott.
[Nora Scott can’t wait to associate herself with Julian Linfield, probably to elevate her own class. After all, being a comic, variety show queen, and actress doesn’t an anything, elevating her style a bit makes marrying into a wealthy family easier. Pity she had to associate herself with Julian Linfield, who has a disciple attracting attention.]
[I have a feeling: Nora Scott is definitely going to crash this ti.]
[Isn’t it possible that Nora Scott doesn’t get along with Rosa Sullivan? You always see them bound together.]
[Honestly, Rosa Sullivan is a bit of a bitch, but Nora Scott surely isn’t any better.]
...
Anyway, this ti both Rosa Sullivan and the new show successfully took advantage of Nora Scott’s popularity, and a press conference that originally couldn’t make a splash has already climbed the hot search by afternoon, gaining Rosa Sullivan, the new show, and Nora Scott firm attention from netizens, naturally expanding the new show’s and Rosa Sullivan’s fa.
New show: ...We never expected to actually benefit from Nora Scott’s popularity. No wonder so many people in the circle try every way to associate with Nora Scott.
Nora Scott didn’t watch the video and comnts, but while chatting with Crystal Hughes, she heard her ntion that their TV station discussed her influence and comrcial value that afternoon, and said this matter, Nora Scott just listened and moved on.
Crystal Hughes asked with a laugh, "Is the bamboo flute real?"
Nora Scott mumbled, "Real."
"Is Rosa Sullivan really Julian Linfield’s student?"
Nora Scott smirked, "Who knows."
Listening to Julian Linfield, he didn’t acknowledge any disciple. But thinking again, maybe if he found Rosa Sullivan to lack potential, he wouldn’t want to admit it and embarrass himself, it’s not impossible.
Julian Linfield, this old guy, seems indifferent to fa and wealth, peaceful and far-reaching, but actually cares a lot about trivial matters, not really a true hidden expert.
——Hmm, if he really was, he wouldn’t find fun criticizing her every day.
"Alright." Crystal Hughes smiled good-naturedly, "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, I have finished editing the full draft and submitted it. It will be published simultaneously in eight languages and should be on the market by the end of the year at the latest."
Nora Scott curled her lips, "Are you going for an award?"
"Hmm." Crystal Hughes said, "Results should co out soon."
"Rember to treat to a al."
"Isn’t it after winning the award that I treat you?"
Nora Scott said confidently, "You’ll win."
Crystal Hughes didn’t modestly refuse, naturally responding with, "Hope you bring good luck."
Apart from those dark and wandering tis, Crystal Hughes is an optimistic and confident girl. Her abilities and achievents make her proud and self-motivated, never stopping her journey.
Her life was paused for a period of ti.
But now, that period of ti belongs only to the past tense.
"How’s it going with Camilo?" Nora Scott asked.
"He..." Crystal Hughes hesitated, paused for a mont, and then in a calm tone, "He plans to first get along well with Andrew and my dad before saying anything else."
"Got it." Nora Scott slightly raised her eyebrow, "I’ll be waiting for your good news."
Crystal Hughes chuckled lightly.
*
Yangel.
On the plane a day in advance, Nora Scott did not directly go to the accommodation arranged by the 1101 Project, but sought out people from Biel Hall to "receive her," sending her directly to Julian Linfield’s ho.
——She had no objections to Richard Carter’s arrangent, but that didn’t an she would follow it.
Upon arriving, night had fallen, the night breeze was slightly cool, rustling the bamboo leaves and making dry leaves flutter.
Nora Scott just got out of the car, feeling a bit cold when the wind hit her, she paused slightly, and as she looked up, she saw Julian Linfield standing at the door in his long gown.
This National Music Master stood in clogs, unkempt, with hands inside his wide sleeves, face full of impatience, looking from head to toes like an ordinary old man with no trace of a reclusive sage.
When he saw Nora Scott, his impatience eased a bit, and he waved her over, "Co, I made you so pancakes."
Nora Scott, who just intended to step toward the door, saw his eager hand-waving gesture, raised an eyebrow, and sneered, "I just ca to see you, now that I’ve seen you, I’m leaving."
Saying so, she turned and left.
"Is this even reasonable, is this how you treat your master?" Julian Linfield grumbled unsatisfied.
Nora Scott looked at him with surprise, "Can your face be any thicker?"
"Without a bit of master-disciple sentint, why would I wake up every day enduring your noise pollution?" Julian Linfield snorted.
Nora Scott: "...No, I thought it was a brotherhood."
Julian Linfield was taken aback.
He looked down at the wooden clogs on his feet, contemplating the likelihood of swiftly grabbing a clog and smashing it on Nora Scott’s forehead.
Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Nora Scott chuckled and added, "A sisterly bond works too, as long as you don’t mind."
Julian Linfield snorted, "Don’t co in if you dare!"
He said this and left with a flick of his sleeve, not even bothering to close the door.
Seeing him sowhat defeated, Nora Scott was in a great mood and decided not to leave. She dismissed the driver and leisurely followed Julian.
At the entrance was a shoe cabinet. Nora casually opened it and saw the most exquisite pair among the wooden clogs, pausing for a mont.
Besides making flutes, Julian liked doing so handicrafts. That’s how Nora and he initially found a common topic.
— Nora had seen countless excellent carpenters; the only thing worth acknowledging about Julian was his flute-making skills. For everything else, he was quite self-satisfied, but in Nora’s eyes, he was just average. She frequently criticized him—just as he criticized her for learning the bamboo flute.
Julian’s house rarely had visitors, and he usually made a few pairs of wooden clogs for people to wear, but not many did.
Last ti, Nora just took a random pair.
This ti, there was obviously a new female pair, with much more intricate carvings and the character "Sheng" engraved on the heel.
Nora tried them on, and as expected, they were exactly her size.
"Made especially for ?"
Wearing the clogs to the living room, seeing Julian setting dishes on the table, she pointed to the clogs on her feet and asked.
Julian was in a bad mood and glared at her upon hearing her, "In your dreams!"
"Pretty well-made," Nora comnted sincerely and then arrogantly added, "Though not as good as mine."
"..."
Julian considered smashing the dinner bowl in his hand onto her head.
Has her skin gotten thicker over these past months with her training?
No.
She’s just shaless now.
Completely unaware of this, Nora still politely suggested to him, "How about you beco my apprentice in crafts, and I’ll beco yours for the bamboo flute? How about it?"
"???"
Julian’s eyes widened.
"You?" It took Julian three seconds to catch his breath, "Soone who thinks the task is over after drawing the blueprint dares to challenge in craftwork?"
Taking off the backpack from her left shoulder, Nora tossed it aside and stretched her wrists, "The skill is there."
Julian sneered, "Only in your dreams, maybe?"
Nora: "..."
While others beco skillful through practice, she picks things up instantly.
That’s how confident she is.
However, seeing Julian’s full face of disbelief, Nora moved her neck slightly without a word, heading to the kitchen to wash her hands.
...
"Do you want to help you open your shop tomorrow?" With difficulty swallowing the only edible dish on the table, stir-fried eggs with chili, Nora didn’t forget to ntion ’using Julian’s skills to benefit the people,’ "With my beauty and popularity, I can surely help you sell a lot."
Julian was disgusted by his own cooking, frowned, and said, "There are guests coming tomorrow."
Nora asked, "What kind of guests?"
Julian paused and didn’t directly answer, only saying, "So kind of filming thing."
"Wouldn’t my presence be inconvenient then?"
Nora suddenly developed a rare sense of discretion.
She understood her own popularity.
If Julian wanted to cash in on it, she could always help him do so.
But Julian was, after all, an artist, and being seen with her might lower his standing.
After all, her reputation wasn’t great...
"Why would it be inconvenient for you?" Julian asked, confused, then added, "At that ti, you can be my assistant."
Of course, Julian, who hadn’t paid much attention to the outside world for a long ti, still viewed Nora as stuck in a stage of "no filming, no gigs."
Now that he had the opportunity to involve Nora, it could just serve to give her so exposure...
"...Oh."
Nora agreed.
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