So cool! The daughter of a rich man returns to run wild in the rich family

Xie Jinghong didn't turn around. He raised the back of his hand and used two fingers to manually mute her microphone.

Only then did Nini calm down.

For Xie Jinghong, if the leader of the Royal Orchestra had not sent her repeated messages begging her, she might not have come today.

Later on I thought about it, it was a good idea. Talented people emerge in every generation. If she came to take a look, maybe she could discover some gifted musical genius.

As for Xie Chenghuan, she had heard about her talents once at the Xie family, and it was really hard to comment on them.

She was not within Xie Jinghong's focus.

Soon, the host on stage introduced the rules and the competition officially began.

The contestants this time are all the best selected from all over the country, and reaching this point is considered the finals.

If you can win the first place in this competition, you will be directly recruited by the Royal Orchestra and become a member of the highest-level orchestra in the world.

For countless performers, this can be called the ultimate goal of life.

Lu Wenyin also had the opportunity to join the Royal Orchestra back then, but she met Xie Yongcong before she became famous. By the time the people in the Royal Orchestra knew her, she had already chosen the North City Orchestra.

For the sake of her family and lover, she gave up her glorious life of flying around the world to perform.

At this moment, she was looking at the young and energetic performers on the stage, her elegant and beautiful face full of appreciation, immersed in their performance and original repertoire.

After several performers had performed, either the Royal Orchestra members did not vote, or the judges from North City did not vote.

Anyway, no one voted unanimously.

When the fifth person came up, Carls saw the flute in his hand and his eyes lit up.

"If he could have the talent of a string music teacher, I would vote for him."

His words fell into Lu Wenyin's ears. She smiled and whispered, "Although Mr. Tingxian has never been internationally renowned, his flute is the most moving I've ever heard. Especially in your orchestra's top three pieces, all of them incorporate the classical music style of our country."

"Over the years, whether it's original or performed, I've never heard anyone's flute sound surpass his."

Carls nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I recognized it the first time I heard him. It's just a pity that he's too mysterious, so mysterious that I can't catch up with him."

Whenever Carls used idioms, Lu Wenyin wanted to laugh.

"I want to meet him too. Could the guy you were chatting with just now be..."

Lu Wenyin suddenly remembered something.

Carl's eyes sparkled and he puffed out his chest with pride.

"Yes, you guessed it right, Ms. Lu. I have his contact information. Hehe, we are close friends and often discuss music."

Lu Wenyin suppressed her laughter, but also expressed her thoughts frankly:

"I really envy you. I've only ever listened to his music and never had any communication with him."

Carls became even more proud. He half covered his mouth and leaned closer to show off.

"I'll tell you a secret. Our Master of String Listening has quietly arrived here, but he won't tell me his location."

"Huh? Really?"

Lu Wenyin was extremely surprised.

"Of course. He just said that if I ask him where he is again, he will block me. I don't dare to ask again."

"If there is destiny, we will meet each other even if we are thousands of miles apart. I think we will always have the chance to meet him."

Kars is determined and hopeful.

"I hope so. If I could meet him, I would definitely ask him some questions."

"Me too, me too, let's learn from each other."

Carl's broken Chinese, spoken with a funny accent, sounded like a prayer when he spoke it with such piety that it was almost sacred.

Lu Wenyin suppressed her laughter and turned to look at the stage.

A young man in a dark Chinese-style suit was standing on the stage, under the spotlight, playing his flute.

The music is sometimes stirring, sometimes melodious, sometimes ethereal...

The young man looked ahead with focused eyes, feeling as if he was one with the flute.

Xie Jinghong sat in the back row, holding a lollipop in his mouth, closing his eyes, and tapping his fingers lightly on his legs.

When Nini heard this, her eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth curved.

"So handsome! How can there be such a handsome, bookish, sunny and gloomy boy? I wish he was my younger brother."

"Or, I can give birth to him."

The more she looked, the more she leaned forward, her eyes almost staring through the people on the stage.

After the song ended, the boy bent down and bowed, accepting comments from the judges.

Both Carls and Lu Wenyin turned on the light for him, but the other two judges from North City did not. Another member of the Royal Band, between turning on the light and not turning it on, caught a glimpse of Carls' warning look and immediately turned on the light.

"Carls, I know that of all the instruments, you love the flute, but you have to know that what you love is actually the flute played by the master of string music, not all flutes."

The Royal Orchestra's conductor seemed unable to understand Karls's behavior.

Karls shook a finger to deny his words.

"You still haven't listened. Although his flute music is not as good as that of the master of listening to the strings, his flute music can bring me to nature and the snow-capped mountains. It is very poetic."

Conductor: ...

The conductor fell silent.

He also said that he does not favor all flute performers just because he admires tingxian, which is obviously a case of partiality.

There was also a saxophone performer next, and almost no one lit up.

A flutist followed closely behind, and this time, Carls did not turn on the light.

Xie Jinghong, who was sitting in the back row, also watched with no interest.

Nini even took out her cell phone and started watching the video of the flute-playing boy online.

"Look, the public has sharp eyes. No wonder your mom and the Royal Band members turned on the lights. Look at how popular he is online. They're all praising him."

Nini handed the phone to Xie Jinghong, who glanced at it and commented calmly:

"It's really not bad."

"I think he is definitely the champion. With three lights, he has the most lights among the contestants in the first half." Nini said firmly.

Xie Jinghong's gaze slowly fell on the two judges who did not clap.

They are also international-level performers, and one of them is a representative of the classical school.

She didn't quite understand why they didn't clap the lights.

That young man had so many advantages over the previous ones, it could be said that he was attacking from a lower dimension. Instead of clapping for the flute boy, they did clap for the saxophone that was out of tune.

It would have been fine if he hadn't noticed it, but after observing it, Xie Jinghong actually found out the pattern of their lighting.

Those two almost always made decisions after Lu Wenyin and Carls. If they took a photo, these two would not take a photo.

If Carls and Lu Wenyin didn't take a picture, one of them would take a picture symbolically.

In this way, the number of claps throughout the game was inexplicably controlled in a certain balance, and everyone was about the same.

But few got more than three votes.

"Interesting."

Xie Jinghong curled his lips slightly, bit the remaining candy in his mouth, and his eyes lit up.

"What's interesting?"

Nini didn't understand music either and was almost going crazy with boredom. She swore that the words she said when she first entered the venue were absolutely incompatible with her current mood.

As soon as she heard Xie Jinghong say it was interesting, she immediately wanted to cheer herself up.

Xie Jinghong glanced at her and pointed his chin forward.

"Observe for yourself. I think you're bored too. Are you looking for something to do, Ms. Ni?"

"Great! I knew there would be some inside information involved in such a large-scale competition. You discovered it, didn't you?"

Nini suddenly became alert, opened her already big eyes wide, and stared at the judges' seat in front of her.

When Xie Jinghong withdrew his gaze, he happened to see the classical music performer turning around and looking at the seat in the second row diagonally behind him.

The person sitting there was none other than Huo Jingyang.

The two men exchanged glances for some reason, but then they saw the performer nod solemnly.

Huo Jingyang relaxedly adjusted his suit, crossed his legs, and looked at the stage expectantly.

At this time, the host's voice came from the audience:

"Next, please welcome contestant number 20, Xie Chenghuan. Her original song is "Return."

Huo Jingyang led the applause.

Almost as soon as the host finished speaking, the mysterious organization sitting next to them - the "Pink Ribbons" - suddenly began to shout wildly.

"Happy, happy, happy, number one in the world."

"Princess, you are so beautiful."

"Come on, come on, it's wonderful."

……

Nini, who was still staring at the judges, was startled. She rubbed her dry eyes and shrank back into her chair, shaking her head.

"I said they were organized. They were the only ones in the whole place who could do something like this."

Xie Jinghong leaned sideways in his chair, pressed one ear with his slender fingers, and smiled lazily.

"Things are getting interesting."

"What do you mean?"

Nini rubbed her ears which were hurt by the noise. She felt so miserable as she wanted to eat watermelon but her ears hurt at the same time.

"Isn't this the one who was raised in the Xie family for twenty years and who plotted against you after you came back? Jinghong, is she good at playing the piano? Have you heard it?"

Xie Jinghong held her chin with one hand and said with a smile, "Are you being targeted by fans again, President Ni?"

When Nini turned her head, the fan in front of her started cheering and turned around to glare at her.

The division of labor is really clear.

"I'm really... a bunch of little brats, what the hell!"

She was so angry that she blurted out something in dialect.

As soon as she turned around, she saw two pink ribbons hanging in front of their eyes.

"You don't have anyone you like, right? Then come and support our Princess Cheng Huan. This is our support item."