The boss has retired

Chapter 73 Violin Competition 2
"Junior Sister, don't be angry, I know you don't bother to participate in such competitions, it's very easy for you, you can go on stage with your eyes closed, and you can win the championship by holding hands with any song."

While praising Xiao Ling, the principal took out wave after wave of chocolates, thinking in his heart that he must not let this little girl get angry, otherwise he would suffer disaster here.

Xiao Ling, who originally wanted to get mad, asked the principal to withdraw his decision to call her to participate in the competition, but under the attack of chocolate, the fire slowly went out.Instead of looking at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face, and look at the chocolate face, she will be gentle.

"Brother, it's not that you don't know my current situation. I won't participate." Xiao Ling's attitude was firm, and it would be embarrassing not to go on stage even if he was beaten to death.

The principal's benign smile disappeared little by little, and he sighed deeply. "Xiaoling, do you really want to leave the violin world completely? You know, the master asked about you not long ago, and I was very sorry to learn that you still didn't play the violin. I wanted to mention it countless times, but in the end I didn't mention it. , you know that all of us are still waiting for you to stand in the concert hall and perform again."

Speaking of her mentor, Xiao Ling felt a throbbing pain in his heart. As the master's closed disciple, he spent a lot of energy and expectations on her.He was also deeply proud of having her as an apprentice, but when she kept reaching her peak, she suddenly disappeared in the violin world.

From then on, she never touched the violin again. Every time she met the master, although she tried her best to pretend not to care, she still saw the regret in his eyes.She was afraid of seeing that look in her eyes, and gradually she didn't dare to see Master, and gradually lost contact with her.

Even these things can't change the fact that she can no longer play the violin, and now she is just a useless person.

The principal took out a violin and handed it to Xiao Ling. "You take this, I am very firm in letting you participate in the competition this time, and I will not change it. Even if you go up to embarrass yourself, you will lose it once. It is a resignation to me. I dare to bet on the face of Tianlai Conservatory of Music, why don't you If you dare, just give yourself a chance to try."

"Brother! Now it's not whether I want to go up, but I can't pull it out at all." Xiao Ling looked at the violin with complicated eyes, but his attitude was still very firm. "Why do you force me!"

Xiao Ling also wanted to persuade the principal's brother, who had always been amiable and doted on her, had a rare firm attitude and never backed down.It took her a lot of saliva, but she couldn't make him take back his decision.

Xiao Ling walked out of the principal's office with a melancholy expression on his face, carrying the violin that the principal forced her to leave.

Unknowingly, she came to the practice room where she was often lazy. This music practice room was originally prepared for her by the principal, and a remote location was specially chosen for her. I hope she can come here and slowly find her own music. road.

As a result, for more than two years, this practice room has become her exclusive place to skip classes, and she has never played the violin here once.

Xiao Ling looked at the violin in her hand. Although it was not an expensive violin, she was still stunned for a while.

Can she really stand in the studio and play a complete song?
Taking out the violin, she pulled out a piece of "Meditation" with familiar movements. The beautiful melody floated in the air, and she was also intoxicated in the melody she pulled out, as if the surroundings were full of bright flowers, majestic and melodious. The sound of the piano fascinates everything around.

Suddenly, an immature voice sounded in his ears, Xiao Ling's body trembled slightly invisible to the naked eye, and the violin in his hand began to miss the beat, and the immature voice kept ringing in his ears, calling her continuously, and the voice went straight to the bottom of his heart.

The out-of-tune sound of the violin, like the roar of a devil, continued to emanate from the violin in her hand. When Xiao Ling stopped the violin in her hand, she was already sweating profusely, and her eyes were red.

No, she couldn't play the piano at all, even if she forced herself, she still couldn't do it.

How could she go to the competition like this?
(End of this chapter)