As soon as Rahma left.
Qiao Nian looked back at the arrogant man.
"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 turned red, his heart was in his throat, and his throat was dry.
Qiao Nian knew how to poke the lung tube.
"It seems that the master doesn't know you?"
“…Gurgle.” Vienna’s throat made a sound like spitting phlegm, and after a long while, he finally squeezed out a pale and weak explanation: “Master, you are busy.”
"oh."
Her careless "Oh" was like a slap in the face of Vienna, who was trying hard to explain. The music master's face turned blue and green, but he was too embarrassed to turn against her at this moment.
Qiao Nian didn't give him time to breathe and immediately asked, "So...are you convinced?"
Do you accept it
Hundreds of people at the scene once again turned their eyes to him. Those gazes were like ten thousand steel nails piercing him, nailing him to the pillar of shame.
Vienna was breathing rapidly, clenching his fists, and staring at the girl on the stage as if he wanted to eat her up.
Qiao Nian, on the other hand, was calm and composed. He slightly turned his body and raised his chin. There was no fear in his eyes that he wanted to see.
There is only a sense of oppression from those in a higher position.
Damn the oppressive feeling.
"Are you angry?"
"Tsk." Qiao Nian chuckled, the corners of his eyes raised, his dark pupils responded to Vienna's half-angry, half-threatening gaze, and he said slowly: "You were the first to go on stage to provoke, you were also the one who disrespected others, and you were also the one who clamored for comparison... What are you not convinced about?"
"If I were you, I would admit that I am not as skilled as you and at least be more relaxed—" Hai Tong clenched her fists in anger in the audience: "She actually asked the Vienna Master to admit his mistakes in public, and she also said that it would be better for the Master to admit his mistakes straightforwardly."
Elena took her bag, stood up and said to her softly, “Sorry, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“…Ah.” Haitong looked at her in surprise. She went to the bathroom at this time
But Elena seemed to be fine. She looked into her eyes calmly and elegantly, without any impatience in her eyes: "You don't mind, do you?"
Haitong was impressed by her eternal elegance and calmness, and nodded immediately, reluctantly saying, "Go ahead."
Elena took her bag and walked away.
Hai Tong suddenly lost her spiritual support and felt a little uneasy. She looked at the stage again and saw that Vienna was obviously unable to withstand Qiao Nian's pressure.
“…Music shouldn’t be so competitive.”
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
The girl asked impatiently: "Are you convinced or not?"
Vienna was choked again.
Nie Mi laughed at the side: "Yes, you have been talking here for a long time, are you convinced or not? Didn't you say that if Master Rahma comes here, you will be convinced?"
"Now that everyone is here, what? You want to change your mind again?"
Vienna originally wanted to fool them, but their words, especially Nie Mi's ruthless words, blocked all his escape routes and forced him to give direct answers.
He was under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people. No matter how brave and thick-skinned he was, he couldn't drag it on.
“I admit that classical music has its own unique charm.”
Qiao Nian interrupted him again, shattering his beautiful fantasy of trying to evade the issue with just one sentence: "You are wrong. You should say that you admit that what you said before, that the violin and piano can perform the best music, was wrong."
(End of this chapter)