Fang Zhao's version of "Legend" was youthful and full of energy.
What shocked the audience wasn't the earth-shattering drumbeats, but the power hidden within the music!
Every tone and every note seemed to contain countless emotions!
Listening carefully, the music was patient, impetuous, and even more pleasantly surprised. Just like the group of youngsters performing on stage. Even though they didn't have the perfect technique of a professional performer, they were able to produce a melody that left people moved and moved to tears.
"It feels like my heart is beating along with the earth!"
"This is very different from the original version of 'Legend' I listened to when I was binge-watching. However, it's still very impressive!"
"I like both versions, but I personally prefer Fang Zhao's version. It's not that I don't respect Great Master Mo Lang, but I feel that Fang Zhao's version is more suitable for our Planet Yin!"
"Right! Only Planet Yin can experience that kind of emotion! "
"Fang Zhao's version of 'Legend' lacks the historical heaviness. It has more excitement and industrial feel."
Unlike the rational analysis of the audience, the parents who had come to support the performance were excited.
They might not be able to understand the deeper meaning behind the song, but they could tell the quality of the performance. Furthermore, everyone was praising it!
If everyone said it was good, then it was definitely good!
It didn't embarrass Planet Yin!
The parents picked up their communication devices and sent messages to those who couldn't watch the performance.
Brag!
Brag wildly!
They had to brag about the performance of their children to their colleagues and friends!
Right! Also, their relatives on Earth had to know! Even though they couldn't send photos or show videos, they could just listen to their descriptions.
After the orchestra's performance ended, the students forced themselves to bow and leave.
When they reached backstage, many students were on the verge of collapsing. Their legs were trembling.
After a short burst of concentration and concentration, they suddenly relaxed. It was as if they had lost all their strength.
One student almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, someone beside him supported him. When they had completely relaxed, the students gathered around to watch the recording.
"I actually played so well!" A student was moved to tears by his own performance.
"That was a superb performance! Superb! "The flute player beside him was pleasantly surprised. He was very satisfied with his performance.
"This isn't the work of just a few of you. This is the work of all of us. If even one of us made a mistake, we wouldn't be able to achieve this result! Perfect!! "someone else said.
"No, I have to ask the organizers if they can extract the audio. I want to save it and play it as a single!"
"I want the video. I want to apply for a cut of that performance. I can brag about that performance for at least another ten years!"
The younger students were so excited that they couldn't even speak coherently, especially those who had just received red packets from their parents. They almost screamed.
One of the younger students quickly accepted the electronic red packets sent by the elders and said, "I hope we can do this a few more times." Although the rehearsal was hard, it was still very rewarding.
"Oh right, where is Brother Zhao? I want to ask him when he will come again. "
"Is it once a year? Or once every few years? "
"He was called away by the art troupe."
After the program had ended, Fang Zhao had just returned backstage when he was called over by a member of the art troupe. The invited artists were gathered together. Those who had already finished the program were much more relaxed. Seeing Fang Zhao arrive, an old artist smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"Not bad, not bad! Old Mo must be very satisfied with your performance! "
"No wonder Mo Lang specifically asked you to revise it and didn't allow anyone else to interfere."
Originally, they had thought that Mo Lang would definitely help Fang Zhao out in private. However, after listening to the revised version of "Legend," they could tell that even if Mo Lang had helped, it wasn't by much. There wasn't much of Mo Lang in this. They could tell that it was "Legend," but the style and performance were completely different. They could tell that Mo Lang had put in a lot of effort.
It was precisely because they understood that they were in awe of Fang Zhao's capabilities.
Many youngsters would feel constrained when adapting the masterpieces of their predecessors. They would be overcautious and hesitant. In the end, they wouldn't even look at the revised version. Fang Zhao was a successful example.
Fang Zhao chatted with a few of the old artists. They were all people who had already finished the program and were in a more relaxed mood. They even chatted about when the Planet Yin performance was over and when they would get together and have a good chat. There were too many restrictions on Planet Yin, so they didn't dare speak too much.
As they were chatting, the door to the lounge suddenly opened and a figure rushed in, heading straight for the bag on the sofa.
"Eh? Meyer, did you lose something? "one of the old artists asked.
The person who had just rushed in was the dance master from the troupe, Ms. Meyer.
Meyer's performance was going to start in less than 15 minutes.
"I can't find my bracelet! I clearly confirmed that it was with my costume this morning! I was just about to change into my costume when I realized that I couldn't find my bracelet! It's not in this bag either! "
Meyer's bracelet was custom-made for the program she was going to perform and would enhance the performance. However, she hadn't expected that she wouldn't be able to find her bracelet at the crucial moment.
"You still haven't found it? Did you leave it in the dance studio? "one of the old artists asked.
"Let me go look again …"
Meyer was so anxious that she wanted to tear the bag apart, but she still couldn't find it. She could only head to the dance studio to take a look. She had indeed gone there in the morning.
"Where's your assistant?" someone asked.
"Don't mention it. There's a small problem with a button. My assistant went to fix it. The dance studio isn't far. I'll go look again … "
"I'll go," Fang Zhao said as he got up. "I'll go take a look at the dance studio."
The others agreed. "Yes, let Xiao Fang search the dance studio. Youngsters run fast. Meyer, hurry up and change your costume. Try to find another bracelet to replace it. Be prepared."
"Sure, sure, sure! Thank you, Xiao Fang! "
Meyer told Fang Zhao the location of the dance studio and handed him the access card. Fang Zhao didn't waste any more time and ran to the dance studio.
Rehearsals weren't in the same place as the performance venue. The venue was heavily guarded, and it took Fang Zhao some time to get through the security check before he reached the dance studio Meyer had mentioned. However, he didn't find Meyer's bracelet there.
He called Meyer over the communicator and told her what had happened. Over the communicator, Meyer's voice was full of anxiety and frustration. Unable to find her original bracelet, Meyer could only replace it at the last minute. But the performance was flawed, and it couldn't achieve the effect that Meyer had wanted. It was like a violinist switching to a bow that didn't suit him. It wasn't as good as the original.
As an experienced dancer, Meyer couldn't casually leave important items around. Carelessness was something that rarely happened to her. Right now, Meyer was probably wondering who had tricked her without saying a word.
Pranks and pranks were common, but this was Planet Yin. While they might play pranks during rehearsals, which student would dare to pull such a stunt at such a crucial time? Planet Yin's punishment was rather severe.
After ending the call, Fang Zhao was about to leave the dance studio. But before he left, he turned around and glanced at the two open windows of the dance studio, intending to close them.
Footsteps could be heard coming from the elevator.
"Brother Zhao!"
Yuan Zheng rushed over with a box in his arms.
After finding out that Fang Zhao had left the performance venue, Yuan Zheng had felt that this was a good opportunity to give Fang Zhao a gift!
Fang Zhao had run too fast. Yuan Zheng had been worried that he wouldn't be able to bump into Fang Zhao. Luckily, he had managed to catch up.
This time, Yuan Zheng hadn't brought any security personnel with him. He hadn't let them know when he left the performance venue. He still had a lot to say to Fang Zhao and didn't want to be interrupted halfway through.
"How did you know I was here?" Fang Zhao's expression darkened. "Where are the soldiers in charge of your safety?!"
Yuan Zheng swallowed the words he had prepared when he met Fang Zhao's stern gaze. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was forcefully pulled to the side by Fang Zhao.
Bang!
A bullet pierced through the wall behind Yuan Zheng.
Fang Zhao pulled Yuan Zheng along in an extremely short period of time and dodged to find cover.
Yuan Zheng was dumbfounded by this sudden turn of events. He glanced at the bullet mark on the wall. If Fang Zhao hadn't pulled him, he probably would have lost half his head.
"Brother Zhao …"
Yuan Zheng's face paled as he looked at the bloodstains on Fang Zhao's clothes. His voice was trembling, and he was on the verge of tears.
There were two snipers. Just now, there were two bullets. One of them dodged and hit the wall. The other had been blocked by Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao made a "shh" gesture, indicating that Yuan Zheng shouldn't make a sound or move.
The alarm hadn't sounded. It was obvious that someone had tampered with the alarm beforehand. However, Planet Yin definitely had other means of investigation. Someone would be rushing over soon.
The dance studio's windows were one-way. It wasn't possible to see what was going on inside from the outside.
It seemed like someone wanted Yuan Zheng's life and had been planning this for a long time.
Fang Zhao quickly analyzed the situation and looked at the injuries on his body.
Yuan Zheng, who had been blocked at the back, was filled with regret. He shouldn't have come here alone. Although he had been constantly reminded to pay attention to safety and to bring people along when traveling, he had let his guard down because nothing had happened. He pressed the emergency call button in his hand. There was no response. It had been blocked.
Yuan Zheng was also very worried about Fang Zhao's injury. It was in his abdomen. He didn't know the extent of his internal injuries. He had to be treated as soon as possible!
As he was worrying, Yuan Zheng saw Fang Zhao frown and remove the bullet from the wound with his bare hands.
Yuan Zheng: "!!!"
Big Bro! Don't be reckless!!
Yuan Zheng had minored in firearms. Young boys loved guns. Yuan Zheng had wanted to experience what it felt like to be shot when he was in his second year of middle school. He had even secretly experimented with it.
When he had been shot in the chest by a normal bullet while wearing a bulletproof vest, he had fallen to the ground. Because of the adrenaline rush, his leg had been throbbing in pain. He had felt like a few of his ribs had been broken, and he had lain in pain for a long time.
Although he had found out later that it had all been an illusion and that it was just pain, the physical pain had been secondary. The psychological panic had persisted for a long time. With great difficulty, he had walked out of the trauma with the help of a psychiatrist. After that, he had burrowed into the laboratory to research engines. Later on, he had still been interested in firearms. When he had free time, he would research all sorts of firearms, but he wouldn't play real-life shooting games. He also wouldn't join his peers in paintball. The psychological trauma from his second year of middle school was a constant reminder of the pain of being hit by a bullet.
Now, seeing this ruthless person in front of him who had removed a bullet with his bare hands, Yuan Zheng was so shocked that he almost jumped up.
Pain was one thing. Don't aggravate the injury!
However, right after that, Yuan Zheng saw the bullet that Fang Zhao had removed from the wound.
The pointed bullet had already cracked and deformed, turning into a "flower."
Seeing this flower, Yuan Zheng's mind went blank for a moment, but very quickly, he started thinking again.
If he wasn't wrong, he had studied this kind of bullet not long ago. Specially made bullets had strong penetrative power. Even if three to five people were stacked in front of them, the bullet would still be able to penetrate it easily, let alone a single person.
Even light armor couldn't withstand it, let alone a human.
Just looking at the bullet hole that had pierced through the wall, one could tell how strong the penetrative power was.
These core engineers who were protected usually wore at least three layers of nano bulletproof vests when they went out. Today, Yuan Zheng had also worn one. As long as they weren't shot in the head, they could basically block the impact of more than 70% of the blasters and live ammunition. It wouldn't cause them any fatal injuries.
Furthermore, Planet Yin's strict management made it extremely difficult to assassinate a heavily protected core engineer on Planet Yin. Since the other party had been able to successfully make a move at this time, it was clear that they had planned it carefully. They had definitely taken into account the bulletproof vests they were wearing and couldn't have used ordinary bullets.
But!
In front of him!
Fang Zhao had blocked a bullet all by himself!
One person!!
Yuan Zheng panicked. Fang Zhao's injuries …
Injuries?
The bloodstains on Fang Zhao's clothes seemed to have stopped spreading?
No more bleeding?
He looked at Fang Zhao again. Although his breathing was light, it was steady and his complexion was normal. If not for the bloodstains on his clothes, Yuan Zheng wouldn't have been able to tell that he was the one who had been shot. In comparison, Yuan Zheng's pale face looked more like the one who had been shot.
Yuan Zheng suspected that he was hallucinating.
He had studied the destructive effects of various bullets on the human body. He had studied the shape, mass, and speed of the bullet. In his mind, he was worried about Fang Zhao's injuries, doubtful about what he was seeing, and recalling his theoretical knowledge and experimental data.
Yuan Zheng … Yuan Zheng had already lost his intelligence.
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