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"Um, I'm here for an interview."

The voice was soft, tinged with timidity.

At the reception desk of Healing Animation Company, several employees stopped what they were doing and stared at the door in surprise.

There stood a petite girl with slightly messy hair.

She was clutching a huge black violin case tightly in her arms.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone.

She shrank her neck and gripped the guitar strap tightly with her fingers.

The courage I had when I yelled on the phone had largely dissipated by the time I stepped into the company.

After all, she was just an oddball whom everyone in the academy disliked.

Will anyone here really agree with her musical philosophy?

"Let her in."

A calm voice echoed through the office area.

Lin Xi looked up and saw that the office door at the end of the road was open.

The man with the pleasant voice on the phone was sitting at the head of the conference table, twirling a pen in his hand, his gaze fixed on her through the crowd.

There was no disdain in his eyes, only a hint of expectation.

Lin Xi swallowed hard and forced herself to go inside.

In the conference room, there was not only Su Bai, but also a beautiful girl.

It was Shen Qingyue.

Shen Qingyue looked at the uneasy girl in front of her and then curiously looked at Su Bai.

"Is this the genius you were talking about?"

Su Bai smiled and nodded, pointing to the chair opposite him.

"sit."

Lin Xi handed over her resume, but didn't dare to sit down properly, only getting half of it on her buttocks, her hands tightly gripping her knees.

"Lin Xi is a doctoral candidate at the Kyoto Conservatory of Music."

Su Bai read the simple resume in his hand, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Was Yan Su your mentor?"

Upon hearing the name Yan Su, Lin Xi's body trembled violently.

His eyes turned dull.

"I'm about to be expelled from school."

She lowered her head, her voice hoarse.

"They said I didn't know the rules, that my playing was full of vulgarity, and that I was defiling classical music."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyue sighed inwardly.

A discarded child even the academics don't want.

Su Bai was really acting out of spite this time. In order to slap Yan Su in the face, he actually picked someone out of the garbage dump.

Su Bai casually pulled out a sheet of music and pushed it in front of Lin Xi.

"Looking at your resume, I see you've played the violin at weddings and funerals, in bars, and even under overpasses."

Su Bai leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Lin Xi.

"Those so-called masters play the violin to please the judges and to win trophies."

"And you, you play the violin to survive."

Lin Xi suddenly raised her head, her pupils contracting sharply.

To survive.

These four words struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

"Take a look at this."

Su Bai pointed to the sheet music on the table.

Lin Xi picked it up with trembling hands.

The Sorrow of Love.

A famous piece by Kreisler.

She had played this piece countless times; she knew every staccato and every vibrato by heart.

"Shall I begin now?"

Lin Xi stood up and went to unfasten the zither case.

"etc."

Su Bai interrupted her.

He stood up, walked to Lin Xi's side, and his voice suddenly became low.

"Don't mistake it for a Kreisler piece."

"Close your eyes."

Lin Xi instinctively closed her eyes.

In the darkness, Su Bai's voice guided her little by little.

Imagine it.

"You are not Lin Xi."

"You are a sixteen-year-old girl with a terminal illness whose life is already counting down."

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze.

Shen Qingyue was stunned, her hand, which was about to flip through the documents, stopped in mid-air.

"Your muscles are atrophying, your fingers are losing sensation, and you need all your strength to even stand up."

Su Bai's voice grew softer and softer, but the meaning behind his words grew heavier and heavier.

"And the boy you love is watching you from the audience."

"You know, this is the last time you'll ever play your violin for him."

"You will leave this world tomorrow, or the day after."

"You should use this instrument to tell him all the love, all the reluctance, and all the regrets of your life."

"You must tell him not to grieve for my death, but to live on in my memory."

Lin Xi's breathing began to quicken.

Her hands were trembling.

A long-suppressed emotion surged wildly in my chest, as if it were about to explode.

The humiliation of being ridiculed because of poverty.

That kind of despair of being rejected because you're not mainstream.

At this moment, miraculously, it overlapped with the dying girl that Su Bai had described.

"Pull it up."

Su Bai took a step back, his gaze intense.

He leaned against the table and snapped his fingers.

Show me your everything!

The violin case is opened.

The scratched violin rested on Lin Xi's thin shoulders.

There were no preparatory movements, no fancy tricks.

The bow gripped the strings tightly.

The first sound was not a beautiful melody, but a friction sound that was almost a distorted tone.

Shen Qingyue frowned; this was simply noise.

However, the next second.

Her pupils dilated suddenly.

The so-called noise instantly transformed into a plaintive melody!

There was no precise rhythm, no standard posture.

Lin Xi became one with the violin.

Her body swayed violently with the melody, and the bow danced wildly on the strings, each friction as if it were trying to saw the strings off!

An overwhelming sense of sorrow spread.

That was a desperate, dying cry!

The employees who had been watching the commotion from the outside office area suddenly stopped what they were doing.

Someone's mouth dropped open so wide they didn't even notice their pen had fallen to the ground.

Some people unconsciously clutched their chests, feeling difficulty breathing.

The sound of that piano music was so painful it made you want to cry.

Shen Qingyue stared intently at Lin Xi.

The girl in front of me was no longer that down-on-her-luck, poor student.

She seemed to see a girl in a hospital gown standing under the spotlight, smiling through her tears as she burned with the last of her life.

Shen Qingyue felt a cool sensation on her face.

When I reached out and touched it, it was covered in tears.

She had never heard this story before, and it was the first time she had ever heard this girl play the violin.

Why does my heart ache so much?

Is this the soul-stirring experience Su Bai wanted?

Is this the kind of voice those high-ranking professors can never produce?

The music grew increasingly urgent.

Lin Xi closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the piano board.

She remembered her father's broken leg when he fell at the construction site while trying to buy a piano.

I remembered the look in my mentor's eyes when he threw her sheet music into the trash can.

Screw those techniques!

Screw those rules!

I want it this way!

The final melody should have faded out at the end.

But Linxi did not.

She suddenly swung her bow, using all her strength to draw out an extremely powerful, long note.

That was the last cry of his life.

It is also the most powerful response to this sorrowful world.

collapse!

A bow hair broke and exploded in the air.

The music stopped abruptly.

Lin Xi remained in her final pose, her chest heaving violently, her face streaked with sweat and tears.

The entire office was deathly silent.

"Smack."

A crisp round of applause broke the silence.

Su Bai stood there, his face expressionless, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

The applause went from sparse to thunderous.

The employees outside had all crowded to the doorway at some point, their eyes red and clapping enthusiastically.

Shen Qingyue wiped away her tears haphazardly, stood up to speak, but found her throat choked and unable to utter a sound.

Lin Xi seemed to wake up from a dream.

Everyone around her looked at her with an almost worshipful gaze.

She hurriedly put down her zither and looked at Su Bai helplessly.

"I'm done pooping."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have played that last note like that."

"No."

Su Bai interrupted her.

He picked up a pre-prepared contract from the table and walked over to Lin Xi.

"That note was just right."

"That's the sound of my soul being torn apart that I need."

Su Bai handed her the contract, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Sign it."

Lin Xi stared at the contract, her hands still trembling, tears streaming down her face.

She had never received such recognition in her entire life.

Lin Xi raised her head, and her eyes, which had been lifeless, were now filled with shattered light.

She accepted the contract and signed her name without hesitation.

Su Bai smiled.

"Welcome to Healing Animation Co., Ltd."

"I have a story that will make you famous overnight."