King of Classical Music

The 2016 third evaluation of the National Superior Conservatory of Music in Paris was different for Qi Mu, but for the rest of the academy, apart from the usual nervous anticipation, it seemed that compared with the previous evaluations, there was nothing the difference.

The assessment this time was still held in the concert hall in the north of the college. A total of dozens of outstanding students from the whole college performed their best repertoire to show their learning achievements during this period.

During Qi Mu's previous two evaluations, Professor Akad was not present.According to his words: "This kind of thing is for the academy to test you, not our professors. Don't go, don't go!"

But maybe Professor Akad also knows... This time is very likely to be the last time for his students to participate in the whole school assessment, so this time he and Qi Mu went to the backstage of the college concert hall ahead of time, and gave several long-winded instructions Such unnutritious words as "have you rubbed the rosin" and "have you adjusted the pitch?" It seems like a different person.

De Lan was puzzled as he watched from the sidelines. He didn't understand why Professor Akkad, who had always been "cold", suddenly became so verbose?

But Qi Mu listened carefully with some emotion, and took every word of his teacher into his heart.

Why is Professor Akkad uncharacteristically becoming so meticulous these days?

Qi Mu, who knew his teacher very well, knew it because... this master, who seemed awkward and arrogant, was also very reluctant to part with himself.

Although he kept saying things like "you should graduate early and go out for a living", "being in college is a waste of youth, you should go out quickly, you know?", but in fact...

Even if he was Reed Arcade, he was just a lonely old man.

Seriously answered the almost unquestionable question "Have you memorized the score?", Qi Mu couldn't help but put the violin into the case, suddenly stretched out his arms, hugged the violin vigorously, and talked non-stop. the elderly.

The young man's sudden hug made Professor Akad's voice stop abruptly. He felt the young man's energetic temperature in a daze, and only heard Qi Mu whisper: "Teacher... I will work hard, and I will never let you down. I will never let you down." You won't lose face."

This sentence means that in tonight's evaluation, Qi Mu will work hard to win the first place and satisfy Professor Akad.At the same time, it is also saying... In the days when he leaves the academy in the future, he will always work hard and not let Professor Akad down.

The young man spoke caring and gentle words in a low-pitched and pleasant voice. Even Professor Akad, who had an eccentric temper like Professor Akad, couldn't help sore his nose. After a while, he snorted and said, "If you dare not work hard , from now on... don't say you are my student from now on!"

The content of the speech was reproachful, but the tone was as if a loving elder was looking at his most beloved junior, which warmed Qi Mu's heart and made a promise in a low voice.

When the assessment really started and some students had already performed on stage, Professor Akad looked at Qi Mu hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something to him.But when the latter asked, he shook his head, and after a few more words of advice, he returned to the professor's seat in the auditorium.

After watching Professor Akad leave, Delan walked carefully to Qi Mu's side, touched him secretly, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Qi, why is... Professor Akad so weird today? Do you know it is What happened? This is not like the previous Professor Akkad!"

"Maybe it's because... today is my third assessment?"

Hearing this, Delan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly let out an "ah" and exclaimed: "God! So Xiaoqi, you have already participated in the assessment three times? Wait... If I remember correctly, you seem to only need to If you get No.1 in the assessment three times, you can graduate from the academy?!!!"

Since Qi Mu joined the academy orchestra, the relationship with these classmates has become much closer.One of them heard from his tutor that "you can graduate with the first place in the three assessments", he asked Qi Mu about it, and Qi Mu naturally admitted it without concealing it.

"Well, Delan... this is indeed my third assessment."

"Oh my god!!! I actually forgot such an important thing!!!"

De Lan was amazed for a long time, and Qi Mu comforted him with a helpless smile, promising that even if he accidentally graduated tonight, he would definitely come back to see them often.But Delan never regained his composure. It wasn't until the old enemy of the piano department appeared on stage that Delan suddenly changed the subject.

"Hey Xiao Qi...Lanster has one more assessment to graduate. If you graduate...I'm afraid our violin department will have a hard time defeating him again."

Hearing De Lan's depressed and deep voice, Qi Mu turned to look at the stage shrouded in spotlights.

I saw that the chief of the piano department, Lanster, was lightly pressing the black and white keys with his fingers, playing elegant and gentle music.And not far from the grand piano, there was a generous and charming blond girl sitting impressively. She lowered her head and played her cello. The sound was rich and mellow, as fascinating as the deep sea.

They were playing Frey's Sicilian Dances, and the graceful cello seemed to be sighing low, weeping tears of sorrow as they danced with the piano.In such gentle and quiet music, the sound describes a beautiful pastoral scenery, but it is like a mirror in water and moon, which can only be seen but not touched, and is as fragile as nostalgia.

The cello was played by Aina, the head of the Cello Department of the National Conservatory of Music in Paris. Although her level did not reach the level of Langster, Qi Mu couldn't help being moved by the piece she was playing.

Delan who was "blinded by hatred" snorted softly, and said in a low voice, "Langster actually teamed up with Aina to perform, these two guys are really bad, they want to use this despicable way to get Victory?! This is absolutely impossible!"

Qi Mu smiled and said, "But they did play very well."

The tall and straightforward Swiss boy stared at him: "Xiaoqi, how can you praise our enemy like that?! Don't you Huaxia have a saying... eh, how do you say it? Anyway, why don't you say good things about yourself, but instead praise yourself? Enemy, this is very wrong!"

Qi Mu raised his eyes and thought for a while: "Increase the morale of others and destroy your prestige?"

De Lan nodded vigorously: "That's right, that's it! Lanster is too hateful, knowing that he can't surpass you, he wants to bring Aina with him! Hmph, the combination of the two of them will definitely make the judges feel better." Excellent, how despicable! No, Xiao Qi, let’s play together too, let’s defeat him together!”

Qi Mu was quite speechless: "...you also played "Spring" this time?"

De Lan froze all of a sudden: "No..."

Qi Mu couldn't help but look at this Swiss guy who exudes "so sad why I didn't choose "Spring" all over his body. After he comforted the other party a few words softly, De Lan revived and began to curse this group of "despicable" again the villain.

This time, Qi Mu's lottery was drawn relatively late, so he only appeared after most of the violin department—including Delan—had performed their own performances.

At this time, almost all the students had performed their own performances, and the attention of the judges and audience was no longer on the stage.

Such a situation is very unfavorable for any player.Even if the level is not good, the judges will not patiently listen to each of his notes, and will only give an ordinary score hastily.

But when Qi Mu took his violin to the stage, the originally noisy voices from the stage suddenly stopped.All the audience, including the ten judges, looked at this "famous" black-haired young man seriously, and there were subtle discussions from off the stage——

"This is Qi Mu?"

"I heard that his level is very good, but last time the London Philharmonic offered him an olive branch, but he refused."

"Well, I've also heard about it, but it seems that there are many bands coming here just for him this time. I don't know what his level is..."

……

These whispered voices did not disturb Qi Mu's thoughts.

Under the bright stage lights, he calmly put the violin on his shoulders, and was about to lift the bow, but before he could move, he suddenly heard a gasp from the audience, and someone even sighed directly— —

"God! That's... who is that?!"

Hearing such weird words, Qi Mu looked up at the bottom of the stage in surprise, and saw that the audience who had been talking non-stop just now focused their eyes on the direction behind him, and their eyes were wide open, as if seeing What an incredible thing.

A strange premonition suddenly emerged in Qi Mu's heart. When he turned his head to look over, his sight suddenly stopped when he touched the man, and the bow he had just raised halfway froze in mid-air.

"That's Mr. Auston Bertram?!!!"