Damian Knight was taken aback; he hadn’t expected that Sumr Monroe’s insistence on performing also included him.
Could it be that Sumr Monroe also... towards him?
Damian Knight subconsciously clenched his fist, coughed lightly to cover his nose, and said, "Go ahead. But if you feel any discomfort, stop performing imdiately. I’ll rush onto the stage at once."
"Alright!" Sumr Monroe felt a warm glow in her heart, as if her sunshine-filled room had been packed with cotton candy.
...
On the other side, the grand hall.
The host stood in the middle of the stage with a microphone and announced the lineup: "This year’s freshn have really broadened our horizons. We just enjoyed an energetic dance, and now let’s welco Willow Grant from the preparatory class to perform a piano solo, ’Rebirth’!"
As soon as the announcent ended, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Crestfall University also has an art departnt, and many people are familiar with ’Rebirth’ and know about ’Star River.’ Those seniors who regretted missing the scene at the school gate were now squeezing into the grand hall desperately, just to witness the flair of Star River, and to see the brave younger student who dared to play ’Rebirth.’
"It’s finally happening!" an excited senior from the art departnt said, rubbing his hands together. "I initially wanted to apply to Britton University because their historical museum has a Star River piano. Even though I didn’t get into Britton University, here at Crestfall University I get to see Star River! Is this my luck?"
Soone else reminded him, "What about the Hunting Goddess? Don’t you want to see that? The next performance is also a piano recital, and they use the Hunting Goddess!"
The senior shook his head, "Hunting Goddess must be a rumor. Wasn’t that piano supposed to be buried with the designer? Surely it’s just a gimmick. But Star River is different; I’ve heard that the Knight Family owns a Star River."
Many held the sa view as him.
Even those who had been spectators at the school gate weren’t sure what lay beneath the dust cover—whether it was truly the ’Hunting Goddess.’
Seeing is believing; only when you see it with your own eyes is it real.
They’ve seen Star River, but they’ve never seen the Hunting Goddess.
For now, Star River’s anticipation completely surpassed that of Hunting Goddess.
...
Front row of the audience.
Mr. Berg, surrounded by a group of teachers, took a seat in the audience.
As the inviter, Susan Stone was arranged to sit next to Berg.
Susan Stone, upon seeing Berg, greeted him warmly at once.
"Mr. Berg! I am Susan Stone, the one who spoke with you over the phone."
Berg nodded haughtily, with hardly any expression, only muttering "Hmm."
Susan Stone was accustod to Berg’s indifferent attitude. After all, artists are like that; they look down on everyone in this world.
If there’s an artist particularly easy to communicate with, then that artist surely isn’t famous.
So instead of getting angry, Susan Stone beca even more enthusiastic, gesturing with a "please" motion and saying, "Please, have a seat!"
Berg frowned as he sat down, then asked directly, "Where’s Star River?"
Susan Stone smiled, "The staff are currently moving Star River onto the stage. The curtain is drawn, so you can’t see it yet. You’ll be able to see it soon. Besides, you should watch my Willow’s performance more than Star River. I believe her performance will definitely satisfy you!"
"Performance?" Berg scoffed disdainfully, "I ca because I heard your Star River is better preserved than the one at Britton University. As for the performance, forget it! Your country’s most remarkable pianists aren’t as good as one of my disciples!"
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