The entire process could be simply divided into three steps.
Qi Wen appeared, Qi Wen leapt forward, Qi Wen disappeared.
Don't forget that Huai Shi's body was still on fire. Even if the color had changed, its essence hadn't changed. The flames that had fused with large amounts of ash and negative Origin Substance were basically a furnace of souls. Even if Qi Wen had been alive, he would have definitely died if he leapt at it, let alone a hastily created imitation.
This time, it wasn't just Huai Shi. Even Clement was shocked. He didn't expect that the large amount of Origin Substance he had spent to summon such a troublesome thing.
He didn't know that the flames on Huai Shi's body had the ability to burn Origin Substance. He only saw that the incomparably resentful old man seemed to have disappeared after bumping into Huai Shi.
It was as if his wish had been fulfilled and he had ascended to heaven.
In other words, the biggest sin this guy had committed in his life was at most spitting on someone's shoe for no reason?
… … Where did this f * cking saint come from?
"Are you stupid? I'm a friend of justice! "
Huai Shi reacted and instantly laughed loudly. Hiding the cold sweat on his back, he charged at Clement again. Immediately afterwards, the Banshee's Skull came crashing down with a groan!
The cavalry blade cracked.
He didn't expect that the killing move that he had used up most of his Origin Substance to be useless. Clement's reaction was momentarily delayed, and the cavalry blade in his hand fell out of his hand after shattering.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Huai Shi turn the handle of the hammer and smash the sharp end of the flail towards him!
His expression suddenly changed. He took a step back and steadied himself, instinctively reaching out to block the flail. But immediately afterwards, he felt that the flail was weak.
Huai Shi didn't use any strength at all.
It was as if he had just greeted him lightly. Then, he let go of his hand.
He allowed Clement to snatch the flail away.
"Oh no … …"
In that instant, Clement seemed to see a mocking smile under the gas mask.
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When the sound of the piano rang out, the alumni in the front row of the auditorium were still smiling. After the polite applause, they continued to chat with each other about the previous topic.
It was related to investments, options, or the hidden matters behind the recent minor changes in the department.
The youngest person sitting here was already close to 40 years old. After experiencing so many storms, to be honest, he didn't really care for such a small scene like his alma mater. He was more interested in enjoying the atmosphere and reliving the memories of the past.
A few of them seemed to have noticed the young man playing the zither on the stage and nodded slightly.
"Feng Ning, look at this one. She's quite good-looking and has a good image."
"Indeed, with some training, he does have the potential to debut. If there's a chance in the future, we can get in touch with him." The graceful woman nodded slightly and looked at the old man beside her. "I don't know much about the zither. What do you think, Mr. Zhao?"
Beside him, the old man who was peeling oranges with his head lowered paused for a moment as if he was listening. Soon, he couldn't help but frown. "The zither won't work."
The smile on the principal's face stiffened, and he felt a little awkward. He didn't know how he had offended this senior.
Zhao Yu was 74 years old this year. In terms of qualifications, he was twice as experienced as his father. As early as 30 years ago, he was a professor at the Dongxia Music Academy, a famous violinist in the country, and a master of string theory.
In the classical music industry, even if one's life and death couldn't be decided with a single word, such an evaluation was too cruel for Huai Shi, a young man who was ambitious in the field of music.
"I mean, the zither won't work."
After peeling the oranges, the old man didn't eat them. He just put them on the paper towel and piled them up like a small mountain. As if he understood the principal's uneasiness, he explained, "His foundation is very good. He's a good seedling, but the zither isn't good. Later, I'll remind him not to use the factory brand anymore. He'll ruin himself. "
"…"
The principal breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and explained to Mr. Zhao, "He's a tough kid. It's not easy for him to persevere until today."
He was about to explain something, but he saw Mr. Zhao raise his hand and wave it.
Mr. Zhao, who had been looking down, finally raised his eyes and looked at the stage.
"It's useless to say more."
Mr. Zhao stared at the young man with his white eyes and seemed to be serious, "Let's listen first."
From that moment on, the faint noise and clamor under the stage gradually disappeared.
In the end, it turned into silence.
Because the melody had gradually sounded.
It was hard to imagine that the indescribable sound of the zither was full of emotions. It was like a surging spring, with a slight coldness and softness spreading from the feet.
"Winter?"
Mr. Zhao's eyebrows slightly raised, and his expression gradually became serious.
Vervaldi's "Four Seasons" concerto was indeed a classic piece in the cello. But the more classic it was, the more it had been bound by the elaboration and performance of predecessors, and it was difficult to see anything new.
But where did this feeling of being on the verge of bursting forth come from?
At first, it was like a gentle wind blowing, but unknowingly, it seemed to have become a storm that went straight into the heart.
With the unique rich range of the cello, the soul hidden in the body seemed to tremble in the sound of the zither. Gradually, the intense melody entered an increasingly tight rhythm, and finally, it turned into a snowstorm, cruelly and fanatically enveloping everything.
It was like a thunderstorm, and the earth shook.
From the rapid melody of winter, all the joy and joy were suppressed in this indescribable prelude. But with a trace of clear string sound in the storm of suffering, a crack appeared in the seal of the storm.
Then, the melody like a wild horse galloped out from the prelude, climbing to the climax of all things, flying with the sound of the string, leaving the depression of the past and the wind and snow behind, running freely.
All things were singing.
The brisk melody was reborn from the bass of suffering, flying into the sky, sprinkling the dew of hope like rain.
At that moment, Mr. Zhao couldn't help but take a long breath. It was as if he had seen time go back, returning to the poor and confused years.
Those beautiful, painful, seemingly desperate and bumpy futures, and those futures that led to hope …
Everything, everything.
He staggered forward in the cold winter, and the dawn at the end of the sky, chased by countless people.
The corners of his mouth curled up in a nostalgic smile.
Even his harsh eyes became gentle. He slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in this rare relaxation and joy.
When the sound of the zither gradually dissipated, silence came.
The huge auditorium was silent at the moment. In the long silence, it seemed that everyone was recalling the remnants of the zither sound in their memory.
Finally, the silence was finally broken.
In the applause of Mr. Zhao's approval.
Then, the storm-like applause engulfed everything, and there were fanatical shouts from the audience.
On the chair, Huai Shi MK-II stood up, nodded reservedly, and bowed to thank.
The corners of his mouth curved into a smile, not losing his elegance.
"It's touching, like the sound of nature."
In the alumni seats, even the picky audience couldn't help but applaud, nodding and sighing. "Watching the child on the stage, it reminds me of my past youth."
"Come on, you were a coward. How can you compare with him?" Someone glanced at that guy and couldn't help but tear him down. But recalling the sound of the zither just now, he still couldn't help but praise. "What a genius. People like me, who have no musical cells, almost burst into tears."
And the graceful lady just now had tears in her eyes. She picked up the microphone and asked directly, "Outstanding performance, young man, what made you play such miraculous music?"
It's drugs, I drugged it!
20 milligrams of Aphrodisiac, 1 milligram of Lucid Dream, and finally 100 milliliters of alcohol to make a volatile alchemy potion.
If you don't have enough skill, you can make up for it with your skills.
Not to mention a human, if the concentration was a little higher, even a pig would cry.
Of course, he couldn't say that.
On the stage, the young man stood up and smiled. "A little talent and perseverance. Thank you, everyone. "
After that, he took two steps back, turned around, and walked backstage.
"So polite!"
The principal was still immersed in the emotion just now. He didn't forget to look at the old man beside him. "Mr. Zhao, what do you think?"
Mr. Zhao pondered for a long time and couldn't help but sigh. "A rising star is really scary … Every time I see such a young man, I feel old.
By the way, did you just say that he's going to go in a professional direction? "
The principal nodded and his eyes lit up.
"Mr. Li, let me have him." The old man looked at the woman on the left who was also interested. "It's a pity to give such a good seedling to Yaochi Entertainment."
"Look at what you're saying, pop music is also music. Besides, that child has the potential to be an idol."
Although she said that, the two of them were not going to fight over a young man. Ms. Li just smiled and reminded him, "There are not many young people who are willing to suffer and take the path of classical music. If he changes his mind later, you can't blame me."
"He has talent."
Mr. Zhao held the table and slowly got up. He looked at the principal. "Can you accompany me backstage?"
"Sure!"
The principal nodded frantically.
Five minutes later, Huai Shi Mk-II looked at the old man standing in front of him with a smile. It was as if he didn't react and didn't know what had happened.
Seeing that he was dumbfounded, the principal hurriedly added, "Mr. Zhao is an internationally famous performer. The teaching materials you're practicing now are all written by him. Haven't you always wanted to go in a professional direction? Why are you waiting for such a good opportunity? "
He frantically blinked at Huai Shi, indicating that he should quickly nod.
If Huai Shi were here, he would definitely be ecstatic.
Unfortunately, it wasn't Huai Shi who was standing here, but a ruthless humanoid repeater Huai Shi Mk-II and its driver.
Guaranteed admission to Dongxia Music University? The last disciple of a well-known performer?
What the hell?
That won't do!
Huai Shi still wants to be an ascender with me!
When she heard that the old man in front of her wanted to carry a small hoe and steal her young shoots, Crow was very unhappy. If she were here, she would definitely roll her eyes and ignore him. However, now that she was wearing Huai Shi's face, she had to consider the impact. In the end, she could only smile and thank him before tactfully declining.
Although this decision was unexpected, Mr. Zhao didn't continue to pester him, nor did he get angry. He just nodded and left a business card for Huai Shi before turning around and leaving.
"Although pop music is more popular, the art is still in classical music." Before leaving, Mr. Zhao said, "If you change your mind, call me anytime. I'll be in Jinling for the next few months. "
"Okay."
Huai Shi Mk-II smiled and took the business card, then quietly threw it into the corner.
However, when he turned around, he saw that the corridor behind him was filled with young and beautiful female juniors. Countless gazes were fixed on his face with deep affection.
Huai Shi Mk-II was stunned. He couldn't help but slap his head.
Oh, it seems like I used a bit too much …
No, I shouldn't use Huai Shi's dosage as a baseline, not even one-tenth of it …
But what should I do this time?
I'll just deal with it for the time being. Anyway, it will return to normal after the effect of the drug wears off.
Thinking of this, Huai Shi MK-II ran her fingers through her hair and turned around with a smile.
"Are the girls here for me?"
Following his movements, the afternoon sun shone on the side of his delicate and handsome face. The corners of his mouth curled up into a devilish smile that seemed to carry an invisible force, making his handsome face even more unruly.
Yoo Dong-ri's business smile was even more beautiful than his master's.
Amidst the continuous' oh's, Sophia MK-II opened her arms and was drowned by the girls.
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