Why?
Why?!
Willow Grant wanted to shout aloud that it was unfair, but as she opened her mouth, she couldn’t make a sound.
She found that she had no strength left at all, not even enough to speak.
It was at this mont that Willow noticed Damian Knight walking towards her.
She reached out to Damian, as if grasping at straws, hoping he would pull her up, help her stand.
However, Damian’s gaze rely brushed over her nonchalantly, and then he bypassed her, heading for the stage.
As they passed each other, Willow heard Damian’s voice—
"Tsk, what a waste of my Star River."
Willow’s deathly pale face flushed with embarrassnt.
She wanted to retort, but had no strength to, and Damian didn’t give her the chance, heading directly towards Sumr Monroe.
Sumr on the stage was quite surprised.
She had no idea that Locke Berg and others had arrived, and even less expected these internationally renowned individuals to kneel before her in public.
This is... very awkward.
Just as Sumr didn’t know what to do, Damian’s voice rang out: "Sumr, why are you standing there? How long are you going to let the three elders kneel? They’ve co from afar, just accept them."
Locke Berg and his companions imdiately cast a grateful look at Damian.
The muscles on Sumr’s cheeks twitched, uncertain why Damian wanted her to agree.
Taking on such famous elderly musicians as apprentices was indeed hard to justify in any way.
But she knew that Damian must have had his reasons for saying so.
Thinking of this, Sumr hesitated no longer, nodded, and said in English, "Alright, please stand up, all of you!"
As she spoke, she quickly helped the three elders to their feet.
Upon hearing Sumr agree, the three of them were imdiately overjoyed like children, almost wanting to break into an impromptu dance on stage.
But their stiff muscles stopped them, and they simply kept bowing, introducing themselves to Sumr.
...
anwhile, the students below the stage began cheering in waves.
Undoubtedly, Sumr had restored the school’s honor, salvaging the reputation of Cathaysia’s entire piano community, making the negative impact Willow had brought vanish completely.
Having such an alumnus made everyone proud!
"Boo hoo, I’m going to cry, starting today, this young lady is my goddess!"
"Elect her as our school’s number one goddess, no objections, right?"
"And did no one notice her piano? The Hunting Goddess! That’s the genuine Hunting Goddess! She’s the only one who deserves this Hunting Goddess!"
"The people who said the Hunting Goddess was fake earlier, does your face hurt?"
"It does! But I’m happily hurting! I hope the young lady slaps my face a few more tis, I’m willing!"
The entire auditorium erupted in celebration.
Yet in an unnoticed corner, Mio Osborne stood, his expression incredibly complex.
Sumr gaining the admiration of Locke Berg and others benefited him.
He believed that if he said, "I’m Sumr’s horoom teacher" in front of these big shots, he would surely earn their imnse respect.
But for so reason, he didn’t feel happy at all.
Mio couldn’t help but pinch his own face, to confirm if he was mistaken.
The next second.
"Hiss—" Mio winced and let go of his hand.
It hurt.
This wasn’t a hallucination!
Sumr had landed another blow on him.
Mio’s face turned pale and gray.
At that mont, his phone rang.
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