Her indifference to fame and fortune made Haitong beside her look like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Elena's eyes flickered slightly, and she glanced at the 'friend' who was still whispering in her ear with his hands clasped together. She took out her cell phone, lowered her head with a sullen expression, and typed a message on the screen to the Viennese master, telling him that she would also go to the performance in the evening and that a friend wanted to take a photo with him.
The reply was very quick.
Immediately said no problem.
There is none of the arrogance of a master.
After reading the text message, Elena told Haitong that Master Vienna agreed.
This elicited another scream from her 'friend', who was so happy that she wanted to jump on her.
Elena gently told her not to get too excited, and at the same time she frowned slightly and avoided her approach...
Fortunately, at this time, the driver in front parked the car and turned back to remind the two: "Miss, Miss Aina, we have arrived at the concert hall."
Elena pushed her away, straightened her clothes and said, “Let’s go, let’s get out of the car.”
Haitong realized that she was too excited and messed up her clothes. Seeing her tidying up her clothes, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, her round face slightly red. "Aina, I'm sorry, I was so happy to hear that I can take a photo with the master tonight."
Elena got out of the car first, glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, and said nonchalantly: “It’s okay, if you really like him, I can help you get his contact information, and you can add each other as friends later.”
Haitong followed her out of the car and almost jumped up with joy again. Fortunately, she controlled herself at the critical moment, clenched her fists, and tried hard not to scream.
"Thank you, Ina."
"We are friends, there is nothing to thank you for." Elena called her and walked inside: "Come on, let's go in."
Haitong was deeply moved by her words "we are friends" and stood there for two seconds. When she saw Elena walking away, she quickly held the strap of her bag and trotted after her.
It's very difficult to get tickets for this performance.
In addition to some tickets sold to the public, the creative team also kept some internal tickets, which they carefully gave to music masters at home and abroad.
So when Haitong came in, she found out that although she got a VIP ticket, their seat was not in the first row, but in the middle of the third row.
"Why is it at the back?" After Hai Tong came in, she held the ticket in her hand and compared it several times, thinking she had read it wrongly.
However, after Elena determined her seat, she put down her handbag and sat down, not forgetting to comfort her: "We can see clearly from here."
“But…” Haitong held her breath and turned to look at the two empty rows in front of her. She wanted to ask why it wasn’t the front row.
Even if the first row has already been occupied.
At least she should be in the second row.
The third row...
Isn't this bullying
But when she saw Elena sitting down without any grudge, she didn't want to get angry here, so she asked the staff to come over to argue.
Haitong bit her lip and finally sat down.
Perhaps she felt embarrassed at noon, so she took the initiative to invite her classmates to watch a musical in the evening but there were no good seats, which made her feel ashamed.
She specifically explained, "In Beijing, there will be a lot of people coming to watch musicals of this level. The empty seats in the front are probably reserved for people like Aunt Ye."
What she meant was the younger generation.
The third row she got was pretty good.
Very forward.
(End of this chapter)