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Rahma left.

Qiao Nian looked at the arrogant man again.

"Didn't you say that Master Rahma is your friend? He has a very good relationship with you, and only you can invite him."

Vienna's old face was flushed, his heart was in his throat, and his throat was dry.

Qiao Nian knew how to poke lung tubes.

"It seems that the master doesn't know you?"

"...cluck." Vienna's throat made a sound like phlegm, and it took a long time to squeeze out a pale explanation: "Master, you are busy."

"Oh."

Her casual 'oh' was like a slap in the face of Vienna, who was trying to explain, making the music master's face turn blue and green, but he was embarrassed to turn his face on this pawn.

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Nian didn't give him time to breathe, and immediately asked, "So...are you convinced?"

Not convinced.

Hundreds of people at the scene cast their eyes on him again, and those eyes were like ten thousand steel nails on him, nailing him to the pillar of shame.

Vienna was short of breath, clenched his fists tightly, and fixed his eyes on the girls on the stage, as if he wanted to eat them up.

On the contrary, Qiao Nian remained calm and cold, and turned his body slightly, raising his chin, and there was no panic in his eyes that he wanted to see.

There is only a sense of oppression from the superior.

Damn oppression.

"Are you angry?"

"Tch." Qiao Nian smiled coldly, with the tails of his eyes raised, his dark eyes responded to Vienna's half-resentful and half-threatening gaze, and said unhurriedly: "You are the first to provoke on stage, and you are the one who disrespects others. You are the one clamoring for comparison... What are you unconvinced about?"

"If I were you, I would readily admit that my skills are inferior to others, at least be a little more relaxed-"

Hai Tong clenched her fists in resentment in the audience: "She actually asked the Vienna masters to admit their mistakes, and she said that it is better for the masters to admit their mistakes quickly."

Elena took her bag, stood up and said softly to her, "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

"...Ah." Haitong looked at her in astonishment, she was going to the bathroom at this time?

But Eileen seemed to be fine, she met her eyes calmly and elegantly, without the slightest impatience in her eyes: "You don't mind, do you?"

Haitong was overwhelmed by her eternal elegance and calmness, nodded immediately, and reluctantly said: "You go."

Elena took Bao Pingting and walked away.

Haitong suddenly lost her spiritual support, feeling a little uneasy, and looked at the stage again, it was obvious that Vienna couldn't bear Qiao Nian's oppression.

"...Music shouldn't be so competitive."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The girl said impatiently: "Are you convinced or not?"

Vienna choked again.

Nie Mi sneered at the side: "Yes, you have been talking here for a long time, are you convinced? Didn't you say that Master Rahma came, and you were convinced?"

"Everyone has been here now, why? You want to change your mouth again."

Vienna wanted to fool him at first, but he was forced to answer directly because they blocked all escape routes with one sentence from each of them, especially Nie Mi's merciless words.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, no matter how open-minded he is, no matter how thick-skinned he is, it is impossible for him to procrastinate.

"I admit that classical music has its own unique charm."

Qiao Nian interrupted him again, shattering his beautiful fantasy that he wanted to evade with one sentence: "It's wrong. You should say that you admit that what you said before is that the violin and the piano can perform the most superior music is wrong."