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

"Can I?"

The flute-playing boy was so nervous that his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with unconcealable surprise and anticipation, as well as excitement and timidity at the thought of his dream coming true.

"Of course, young man, if you like."

Xie Jinghong tilted his head and smiled, his face bright and flamboyant, with a hint of the joyful lassitude after hunting, and his whole body exuded a charming allure.

The boy's heart seemed to stop.

Like a devout believer who met the god he had long worshipped, he murmured in his sleep:

"I, I do. I want to join the Royal Orchestra. It's a dream."

After Xie Jinghong took it back, he smiled nonchalantly.

"Your wish has come true."

"Goodbye, boy."

After saying that, she strode out of the control room without looking back.

Shortly after she left, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor outside, and the assistant director and his men hurried over.

I saw that there was only a young man who had just participated in the competition in the control room. He was holding his flute in both hands, looking towards the door with a dull look in his eyes.

The assistant director and other staff members were stunned when they saw this scene.

The light on the microphone was still on, which showed that they were not mistaken and the flute sound had indeed come from here.

But the young man in front of him, who seemed to have lost his soul, could not be the Tingxian in the legend.

"You? Master of the Strings?"

The assistant director looked around the control room, but apart from the young man, there was no one else.

The boy came back to his senses and shook his head.

"No, not me."

"What about Master Tingxian? Did you see her just now? Where is she?"

As the deputy director of such a major competition, he has long admired Master Tingxian.

Now, whether for personal reasons or for work, I want to meet Master Tingxian in person.

"Go, go."

The young man felt like he had just had a dream, but the flute in his hand still had a lingering fragrance, which was the scent of Master Tingxian. He pointed to the door and stammered.

The assistant director quickly asked the two staff members who followed to chase after him, while he stayed behind to ask the boy for details.

"Was that the Master of the Strings just playing on your flute? Did you see her? What did she look like? How old was she? Did she say anything to you?"

A series of questions completely brought the half-asleep boy back to his senses.

He glanced down at his flute and listened to the string master, who didn't seem to want others to know about her, otherwise she wouldn't have been playing behind the scenes.

As for what she promised herself, she naturally couldn't tell anyone else.

After thinking for a moment, he said to the assistant director, "She asked me to borrow her flute."

"Then what? Is there anything else?"

The flute-playing boy shook his head.

The assistant director scratched his hair in frustration. The boy looked frightened and looked like a completely different person from when he was performing on stage just now.

"So what does she look like?"

The assistant director held on to his last hope and tried to find out what the master of listening strings looked like.

It is really frustrating that I still cannot form an image of someone who is an idol in my mind.

The boy thought for a moment and said, "She is very beautiful, very beautiful."

The assistant director's eyes began to light up. "She's a woman? Are you saying the Master of Strings is a woman?"

Seeing that the assistant director was even more anxious and excited, the boy inexplicably felt a sense of pride that he had seen but you had not. He cleared his throat and asked back:

"Didn't she speak just now? Didn't you realize she was a woman? Besides, can any ordinary beauty have such a beautiful voice?"

Deputy director:……

Weren't you just stupid and dazed?

How come your mouth works so well now?

The assistant director felt very unbalanced, wishing he had come earlier.

Not only did I not get to see my idol, but I was also inexplicably ridiculed by a teenager. It was really embarrassing.

He suddenly took on his leadership attitude and started to lecture people:

"What are you still doing here? The other contestants are all backstage waiting for the results. If you run around, I'll tell the director!"

juvenile:? ? ?

The boy's clear eyes had already seen through everything.

He twirled the flute handsomely, put one hand behind his back, and said proudly, "Okay, assistant director, I'll go backstage now after meeting the master of listening to strings."

Deputy director:! ! !

As the boy left the control room, the two staff members who had run to chase Master Tingxian came back. Seeing the assistant director's frustrated face, they shook their heads to indicate that they had not found him.

"Ugh!"

The assistant director's last hope was shattered.

I've heard for a long time that this master of string listening is a mysterious figure that is hard to find. This is definitely the most regrettable time.

I can only smell the lingering fragrance, but I can't see the person.

Xie Jinghong had returned to his original position quietly.

The competition on the stage is still going on. After the incident just now, it is obvious that the audience has become agitated.

Having listened to the great string music master as an example, I feel that everyone’s performance now is not up to par.

When Nini saw her come back, she grabbed her excitedly.

"Where were you just now?"

Xie Jinghong looked calm and lied without hesitation, "Oh, I went to the bathroom."

Hearing her say that, Nini got so angry that she slapped her.

"Why go to the bathroom at this time? You don't know how wonderful it was just now..."

Nini used both words and gestures to tell Xie Jinghong what Master Tingxian had just done to expose Xie Chenghuan, as well as what Lu Wenyin had said to Xie Chenghuan.

After Xie Jinghong heard this, he opened his mouth wide in surprise, but his tone was very calm as he said:

"Oh, is it so?"

Nini: ...

Nini's excitement was all expressed in her previous expression. She was obviously dissatisfied with Xie Jinghong's performance and stopped sharing angrily.

"Forget it, don't bother pretending to be surprised. What in the world could cause such emotional fluctuations in you?"

Xie Jinghong narrowed his eyes and smiled, neither refuting her nor explaining further.

Nini didn't know her identity as Tingxian. To be precise, she didn't want her identity to be known to outsiders.

Mainly because it’s troublesome.

Especially recently, the attention on her and the Xie family has been a bit too high, so the less worry she can, the better.

When Nini turned around to continue watching the game, she took out her phone and sent a message to Carls:

"I think the flute boy number 18 is pretty good, what do you think?"

Carls in front was listening to the contestant's performance while having a radar in his mind searching for the aura of the string master in the audience, but unfortunately to no avail.

Just when I was feeling lost, I received a message from Master Tingxian on my phone.

He immediately picked it up and checked it. After seeing the content, he turned around and searched the audience, but still found nothing.

He immediately turned around and replied to the message, fearing that Master Tingxian would be unhappy if he was a second late.

He said: I think you are right.

Xie Jinghong: ...

Although he is not very good at Chinese, he is good at using nonsense literature.

She did not reply to Carls's message. She folded her arms and began to listen attentively to the performance on the stage.

She was like a university professor correcting elementary school students' essays, listening and making judgments in her mind.

"The turns in this place are too abrupt."

"This song is all technique, no emotion."

"This song seems familiar, and the arrangement is really average."

"The idea is good, but it's a pity that I haven't practiced it well enough..."

……

Just like that, while Nini thought she was asleep, she had already judged all the contestants in her mind.

Just as Xie Jinghong predicted, no one could surpass the flute-playing boy with three lights.

When the flute-playing boy in the backstage heard the host announce that he won first place, he was so calm that everyone thought he was pretending.

Little did he know that his excitement had already run out.