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"Ladies, I know you have practiced so hard, you will definitely not lose." Lucia smiled and ran away.

Roland rolled his eyes—

There is actually only one person who practices hard.

Fortunately, the object they want to challenge is Louise.

If it was her... Roland held back his hand that was about to place a bet.

Sure enough, before the free class time in the afternoon, Miss Popola had brought her companions to the door of the piano room.

"Compare?" Miss Polpora stared at Roland and her partner with her big brown eyes wide open.

"What if you lose?" Roland asked bluntly.

"We lost, and apologized to you in front of the whole school, and took on all the labor in the school for you this semester. From now on, we have nothing but respect for you two."

"But if you lose, it's the other way around. Do you dare?"

Obviously, Miss Polpora held her breath, trying to prove that: Roland's money cannot be exchanged for respect, only outstanding talents can.

Roland smiled and said, "Why don't you dare?"

Being challenged to such an extent, can you still pretend to be a turtle?

"Well, let's invite the piano teacher and vocal teacher now. They will judge the piano and opera."

This time it was Roland's turn to be surprised: "Vocal teacher?"

Miss Porpora had been waiting for her surprise.

"Yeah, Louise's piano has always been very good, we didn't expect to beat her this time."

"But...Miss Tanglar, don't you always boast that you can become an artist in the future? The best coloratura soprano in France, the most dazzling star on the opera stage... Isn't it you? The great Miss Tanglar , don’t you even dare to compete with our classmates?”

Most of the girls in the boarding school have heard Roland and Louise play and sing outside the piano room.

Louise's performance is really nothing to say.

The young girl has talent and hard work at the same time. Her piano may not be able to enter the grand concert hall in Paris, but it is enough to amaze the guests in a small salon.

However, the singing voice from the piano room...is lacking in breath, delicate but lacking in strength.

Miss Polpora, who is also good at singing, even commented: Miss Tanglar's singing voice does not match her mouth slightly larger than ordinary people at all.

Therefore, Miss Popola and her partners believed that even if the piano could not win Louise, Miss Tanglar must be a soft persimmon that could be squeezed.

Roland clearly saw the light in Miss Popola's eyes: she was very confident.

The other party's self-confidence stems from distrust of her, not believing that she has the talent of singing, not believing that she can be on the stage of the theater as she boasted, and become a great artist.

Roland said in his heart: ... Actually, I don't believe it either.

Roland is a good farmer, a creator of material wealth, music and art - these things that stand at the height of human civilization do not overlap with her expertise.

But this gave her a chance to experience the "confidence card" -

"Who said I dare not?"

She intends to trust "Miss Tanglar" for a while, and let this "singer" who is still in adolescence try his hand at it.

If she can really trust this persona like the introduction of the "Confidence Card", then she will have another important skill that can be used in the future.

If you don't succeed, then work hard and exercise right.

When Roland answered, he always had a calm smile on his face.This smile made Miss Popola's heart skip a beat——

Who is better will be known later.

Miss Popola pursed her lips, turned around proudly, raised her head and went to the vocal music classroom first.

As if the ripples spread quickly on the water, the news of the piano and opera spread throughout the boarding school in the shortest possible time.More than 60 students from all over the school gathered in the piano room and vocal classroom to watch the show.

The first competition was a piano fight.

As Roland had predicted, no one could sit at the piano better than Mademoiselle de Amely.

This lady's piano skills are extremely skilled, her fingers seem to be integrated with the keys, the black and white keys start to have life under her fingers, start to tell, start to sing...

"Louise knows her music!"

Roland, immersed in the music, praised happily.

Compared with her opponents, Louise is more able to understand the imagery in the music——

Yes, the word "imagery" couldn't be more apt.

The melody flowing out from under her fingers vibrates the eardrums of the audience, but it is like a paintbrush, sketching strokes in front of the audience, sometimes mountains and rivers, sometimes trickling.

The technique of challenging her opponent may be similar, but it's just a blank sheet of paper before Roland's eyes.

As Miss Porpora had said before: she never expected anyone to beat Louise at the piano.

When the result was announced and Louise stepped down from the piano, she raised her head shyly, just in time to see Roland clapping his hands enthusiastically at her.

"Louise, you are amazing." Roland praised his friend's performance.

The shy girl immediately lowered her head in front of Roland.

Miss Porpora, who was beside Roland, said with a straight face, "Very well, Miss Tanglar, then, the following two rounds of fighting music will determine the winner or loser of this match."

"Two rounds of fighting music?" Roland raised his eyebrows.

It seems that most of the rules of this game were not explained clearly in advance.

"Otherwise?" Miss Popola replied disdainfully, "Don't tell me that you have been in school for so long and haven't heard of the rules of Douqu?"

Douqu, or vocal competition, in this boarding school, is divided into at least two rounds:

The first round is singing, and the two sides each choose a short opera aria to sing; the second round is a pitch competition, and the two sides gradually raise the pitch by singing tunes or scales, until they sing to the highest.

Whoever can't hold back and sing the broken note first, or fails to sing the designated high note, loses.

In this way, if Roland loses both games, even if Miss de Amelie wins one game, they still lose the game.

Miss Polpora stared closely into Roland's eyes, and said softly to her: "Wait and work for us... Oh, yes, you are rich, you can take this opportunity to 'help' the students in the school." Those female workers..."

"Then you should 'help' them well!"

Miss Popola passed Roland, came to the piano, and stood at the front of the sunken vocal classroom.

Roland smiled at Louise and stepped forward.

She and Miss Porpora stood at opposite ends of the classroom.The two began to adjust their standing posture at the same time, and each sang one or two notes to prepare to "open their voices".

But Louise found a goblet from nowhere, and thoughtfully fetched a glass of water, and gave Roland a drink to moisten his throat.Roland only took a sip, then put the glass on the side table, and nodded to his friend.

"Ladies, recall the skills you usually learn and show your best level. I want to see the most exciting fighting song today!"

Vocal music teacher Mrs. Dupre is a soprano with a professional background. After retiring from the stage, she came here to teach because she likes the French countryside.

Her teaching is both strict and tolerant—the strictness is to be worthy of the school’s dowry, and the tolerance is because: this is not a conservatory, and ninety-nine out of ten students don’t know how to make a living by singing... from a wealthy family like Roland students, especially.

The excerpts sung in the first round were assigned by Mrs. Dupre.

The selection of "Douqu" finally designated the aria of the heroine Rosina 1 in "The Barber of Seville".

This is a mezzo-soprano with a slightly lower pitch, not too difficult, but it is not easy to sing well.

The result of the lottery was that Miss Porpora sang first.

The accompaniment started immediately, and Miss Popola's singing began to echo in the classroom.

"The Barber of Seville" is a comic opera. The heroine Rosina is a wealthy heiress who does everything possible to get rid of the control of her guardian doctor and marry her beloved young man.

Roland was listening silently on the opposite side—Miss Polpora's voice was beautiful, with stretchy timbre, smooth and lyrical singing.She sang a lot of grace notes, so the effect of singing was slightly flirtatious and coquettish.

Mrs. Dupre seemed to like Porpora's singing very much, nodding her head in encouragement.

At the end of the song, there was applause.

Miss Popola bowed proudly to the whole classroom, turned her head away, and glanced at Roland provocatively.

When it was Roland's turn, the piano accompaniment sounded in her ears.

Roland lowered his head and clasped his hands in front of his chest.

"I believe in myself," she thought to herself, then looked up.

Before singing, Roland laughed first.

Her mouth is slightly larger than the average person's, and there is an obvious mole at the corner of her mouth, so her smile is particularly charming.

Even Mrs. Dupre, who was playing the piano accompaniment, couldn't help smiling when she saw this.

Because this aria itself is a very lovely aria-Miss Rosina is complaining about her greedy and hateful guardian doctor, complaining that he refuses to let her marry her sweetheart.

At this moment, Roland suddenly had the urge to speak: the smiling muscles on her face lifted slightly, her throat opened instantly, and the air flow brushed her vocal cords, rushing towards her mouth, nasal cavity, and head cavity... There was resonance everywhere, The tremor brought her a small pleasure.

The airflow rushes out quickly, and the singing voice is stretched, active and youthful.

"I am polite and thoughtful, gentle and kind, sweet and affectionate..."

"But I'll be as clever as a snake if anyone offends me."

"I have thousands of tricks, I will teach you to be unbearable, and I will make a big joke with you!" 1

Her singing doesn't have too many gorgeous decorations, but it's cute and playful.

When she sang the last note, several people in the last few rows of the vocal music classroom let out a "ha" and laughed.

Miss Popola's complexion was not very good.

Singing is her strong point, so she has the confidence to challenge Roland, and hopes to use her talent to win her respect and suppress Roland's arrogance.

But now it seems that Roland's singing... is not bad.

The vocal music teacher grunted, thought for a long time, and finally gave an evaluation: "It's hard to tell."

"Miss Polpora's performance is very technical, while Miss Tanglar's performance is very expressive and very watchable."

"I'll give you a final judgment later."

Both sides of Douqu have their own supporters. After hearing this comment, they all praised each other well.

Miss Popola pursed her lips tightly and remained silent. She believed in her heart that the teacher's evaluation was a compliment to her skills——in this case, she was sure to win.

Because in the second round, everyone competed to soar the treble, isn't it just a comparison of "skills"?

Miss Polpora firmly believes that as long as she performs well in the second round, both the teacher and the audience will subconsciously favor her—everything is in her favor, and she will win.

The second round was still presided over by Mrs. Dupre.

She sat by the piano and said kindly: "You two ladies, let's start with the high note c2."

The teacher stretched out his hand, wanting to play a reference note for the two ladies in front of him.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Roland opened his mouth and sang a dazzling high-pitched c--she heard that she was going to start with a high-pitched c, so she spoke directly.

The vocal teacher's fingers landed on the keyboard at this moment, and the piano immediately gave a high note c.

The two sounds overlap without deviation.

"you--"

The vocal music teacher was taken aback—her student sang before she gave the reference pitch.

How can it be so accurate?Could it be the legend...

The teacher quickly played another sound and asked Roland, "What is this?"

Roland was still immersed in the feeling of singing a perfect high note——

This time she felt it clearly, felt the airflow flowing in the vocal cavity, from the mouth to the nose, and then to the head cavity, there were vibrations everywhere due to resonance.

She stood like a young poplar, standing straight, the floor under her feet supported her, continuously providing her with strength.

And she was lazy as if she just yawned, but at the same time, she felt the strength in her lumbar spine and back, helping her to open her chest——

Now she is like an exquisite musical instrument, the air flow flows, transforms, and resonates in her body, becoming an incomparably beautiful note, which is sent out from her mouth crisply, plumply, and unreservedly.

Hearing the new question from the vocal teacher, Roland didn't think at all, and answered directly: "e4."

She was referring to the tone played by the key of e4 on the piano.

The vocal music teacher stared at her with even more incredible eyes, and then played another note.

Roland: "b3."

"Come on, give me an upgrade to f5."

The vocal music teacher asked impatiently as if she had picked up a treasure, and almost forgot about the fact that her students were fighting with each other.

Roland thought to himself: What's so difficult about this?

Raising f5 is not a treble at all.

So she hummed a tune without hesitation.

The teacher also pressed a key without hesitation.

For a while, all the students in the vocal music classroom gave a "ah" in surprise.

The tone Roland sang was a little different from the sound played by the piano, unlike the first high-pitched c, where the human voice and the piano sound overlapped to the point of perfect fit.

This is... a mistake?

Mrs. Dupre could no longer restrain the excitement in her heart. She dropped the piano directly, and walked quickly towards Roland, holding Roland's hand tightly.

"Son, haven't you ever realized the gifts you have?"

Roland shook his head: She never realized... In fact, she was just confident that she, as a character, could give the correct answer.

"Ah, my dear Eugenie, don't you know that you are in Baoshan?"

"What you have is... Absolute Pitch 3, my child."

Madame Dupre raised her arms and hugged Roland's shoulders tightly, as if the girl in front of her was a work carefully crafted by God for the world, a rare gift of creation.

Miss Popola just stayed where she was.

She habitually put her right hand next to her mouth, biting the nail of her right index finger nervously.

Originally, she still wanted to rely on skills to defeat the opponent...but now a "talent" appeared.

How can this be compared? !

All the students in the vocal music classroom froze in place after hearing "absolute pitch".

There were murmurs of discussion, and some people didn't know what "absolute pitch" meant, and asked others in a low voice.

Some people were puzzled and asked questions: What Roland sang just now is obviously different from the piano performance?

Miss Popola gritted her teeth, and asked loudly: "Teacher, what do you mean by that? Didn't she... just make a wrong sound? Raised to f5?"

Mrs. Dupre didn't look back, she still faced Roland, uncontrollably excited, and it took a while before she explained:

"This piano hasn't been tuned for a long time, and there's something wrong with that black key - Eugenie's singing is accurate."

"But, teacher!"

Miss Popola had strange eyes and reminded her coldly.

"Our competition seems to be out of tune."

Madame Dupre was taken aback, turned around and walked quickly back to the piano.

"Eugénie sang highc just now, now it's your turn, Heloise."

Miss Popola put her hands on her chest, and sang a highc lightly and skillfully.

……

A day later, the guard at the boarding school saw two well-dressed female students mixed among the female workers who had gone back to the village to work in agriculture, and immediately stopped them.

The dormitory teacher hurried over to help explain.

"This is the headmaster's nod."

"Miss Tanglar and Miss de Amelie have shown great skill and unparalleled talent in competition with other students."

"The principal thinks they should be rewarded."

"Miss Tanglar proposed to take a walk in the surrounding mountains and villages, and these female workers would escort them there."

"I see." The guard understood, and bowed to the two ladies.

A little cow cat jumped out of the campus, jumped up, and got into the arms of a certain lady.

The guard took a look: Hey, this Miss Tanglar...why does she look so kind?

Roland hugged the cat in one hand and held his friend in the other, raised his head and chest, and walked out without looking sideways—arrogance is the best proof of identity, and this is also written in Miss Tanglar's character, of course she can Do it brilliantly.

The guard shook his head immediately, thinking that he must have misremembered.

The female workers in Lina Village were chattering excitedly.

"Eugénie, Louise, you two are wonderful—"

"Miss Popola is leading people to do chores now!"

Roland and Louise, who won the competition, did not have to participate in the various labors in the school for a whole school year.

In order to teach the students who mess around with their classmates a little lesson, the principal ordered all staff to work this afternoon-the boarding girls had to do chores that they were least willing to do before, and even had to cook by themselves.

Roland and Louise, who were the only ones who were free from work, chose to leave temporarily and went to Lina Village.

Louise walked out of the school gate for the first time since coming to school.

Roland, on the other hand, planned to visit the people in the village to see how they harvested the asparagus.