[Golden String + Net King] Arc

Each family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

Each group has different training methods under different leaders, but obviously, for the [-]-kilometer long run around the mountain every morning, the completion time is constantly shortening.

Qing Yu was also happy to be at leisure, and completely became a hands-off shopkeeper.Until the first group match.

The first match was just a one-on-one match within the group, from seven to five.

The few people Qing Yu was optimistic about were promoted smoothly, without any major disturbances.There are also some eliminated students who are not optimistic about this system, but under the arrangement of "Benevolence and Power", coupled with their own self-knowledge and understanding of their own strength gap, they also acquiesced to this result.

Fortunately, when Qing Yu made the initial arrangements, she promised that even the students who were eliminated halfway could stay in the training camp and receive guidance from the instructors of each team.So those students who were eliminated were somewhat comforted.

And the second game is about to arrive.

On the morning of the sixth day of the training camp, that is, the morning of the second selection, Yuesen got up early in the morning, stood in the forest breathing the fresh morning air, and relaxed and played the melodious and comfortable "Hail Mary" ".

Yuesen loves this piece very much, because it is the first violin piece he heard from his father when he was a child, and it has led him to continue to move forward and explore the world of violin ever since.

The birds in the forest chirped crisply, and the early morning sunlight hit the ground piecemeal through the leaves, dispelling the misty morning fog in the forest.The melodious violin sounds flowed in the quiet air, making people feel refreshed.

After the song was over, Yuesen, who was immersed in the music, was about to stop and go back to have breakfast, when there was applause behind him.

As always, he turned around with a cold face, and there were actually two old men in the world standing in front of him.

The blond old man looked at him with a smile, and gave him a thumbs up: "Goodjob, boy!"

Another gray-haired old man also looked at him with admiration, and said in rather blunt Japanese, "Young man, are you also a member of this training camp?"

Out of respect and courtesy to the elders, Yue Mori nodded politely, "Yes."

"Very good," the gray-haired old man nodded, "What's your name?"

"Yuesenlian."

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the two old men.

The blond-haired old man also changed into a mouthful of jerky Japanese, "Tsukimori Takumi?"

Yuesen nodded, "It's my father."

But the gray-haired old man was surprised again, "You are Tsukimori Takumi's son? That's very good."

The blond old man gave him a strange look—I don't know that he is Tsukimori Takumi's son, so why were you surprised just now?

The gray-haired old man smiled silently.

Yuesenlian.

Yuesenlian.

Long admired.

The entire St. Lawrence Orchestra is a recognizable name.

The name that made his little apprentice tell the truth while drunk.

Well, nice boy.

There are indeed two brushes.

"I said two, the car and the suitcase are still at the door. Why did you two come to the back mountain? Why are you so embarrassed to throw this stall to me and Shoushan when you have nothing to do?" The girl said from behind. Fluent German.

The gray-haired old man turned around with a smile, "Hey, isn't this Qingqing, the little girl is beautiful again!"

Qing Yu walked over slowly, and rolled her eyes by the way, "No matter how beautiful she is, she is not an angel." Thinking of the previous concerts in Vienna, the old man asked her to wear long hair and wear a white dress. Just want to complain infinitely.

"I said Grandi, isn't this the little apprentice you miss the most? Yuri, we meet again."

Qing Yu is quite polite when treating outsiders.She nodded politely towards the blond old man, "Long time no see, Professor Painty." Then she found Yuesen behind the two old men.

"lotus?"

The moment Tsukimori saw the girl, his face softened unconsciously—although it was still expressionless in the eyes of outsiders.

"Morning, Yu."

"Morning..." She was puzzled, "You are..." Then when she saw the violin in Yuesen's hand, she understood, "It's nothing."

It must be that Yuesen got up early to practice the piano, and then was heard by two old music idiots. He didn't even care about throwing down his luggage and just joined in the fun to find out where the music came from.

Qing Yu turned to the two old men again, and blurted out fluent German, "You guys are just in time for the second selection, which starts at [-]:[-] pm. You can take a break in the morning, and I will call you during lunch time. Except for the volunteers, the staff rooms are arranged in On the third floor, when you enter the main entrance, someone will take you to your room."

"En." Teacher Xiao En responded perfunctorily, and then asked in German, "It's him?"

Qing Yu was stunned, and responded in a low voice, "En." The round and fair earlobes were flushed with a light pink color that was hardly noticeable.

Teacher Xiao En smiled maliciously, "I heard that you didn't stay in the hotel I booked for you? Could it be..."

"That's enough old man..." Qing Yu held his forehead, and secretly glanced at Yue Sen who was still standing beside him solemnly, "I promise to explain clearly to you tonight, OK?"

Teacher Xiao En nodded in satisfaction, and before turning around, he wanted to tease his little apprentice again: "However, he is a good boy. He seems to be a good match for you."

"...Shut up!" The old man said.

"Hahaha!" The two old people laughed and turned to leave.

Qing Yu glared fiercely at the back of her unscrupulous teacher, subconsciously patted her hot cheek with her left hand, and then turned to Yue Sen, but she didn't look directly at him—although she knew he couldn't understand, but Still very embarrassed: "Cough. That... ah, I forgot to introduce..." Qing Yu realized what he had missed, "The two old men just now are the judges of this training camp, and the blonde one is Vienna Professor Bennett Painty from the Conservatory of Music, and the other is my mentor, Mr. Sean from the St. Lawrence Orchestra. They will also sit in on the second round of selection in the afternoon, um, let’s go for the afternoon competition.” Then turned around in a hurry , ran away with two famous figures in the music industry, without even giving Yuesen a chance to speak.

Yue Sen looked at Qing Yu's back, thoughtful, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile.

Is this—is it a runaway?

The boy Tsukimori thought with a rare mischievous interest—what would happen if he told Yu that German was his second foreign language?

But—"It looks like a good match for you"—these words pierced the heart of Tsukimori boy deeply, so that he was in a good mood.

But, how did Teacher Xiao En know?

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