Wow!
This cool kid can now speak so many words at one go.
He even looks especially intimidating!
Hiding behind Ian, Matteo made a face at the others. âDid you hear that? My brother says that all of you
are here just for his amusement. What are you going to do about it?â
âThatâs right! Hmph!â
Behind Ian, Vivian waved her small yet chubby fist as she glowered at the crowd.
âThese bunch of scoundrels are just so annoying!â
The crowd was infuriated by their provocative words. A few of the children, who werenât much older
than Matteo, approached him with the intention of beating him up.
Trying to beat me up?
Fine, letâs see who gets beaten up in the end? A long time had passed since he had been in a fight and
he was itching for one.
Never shying from a good fight, Matteo rolled up his sleeves, exposing his tender arms. Nevertheless,
those little arms of his were filled with strength and devastating power.
The children opposite him were dumbfounded and so was Ian.
Just went the fight was about to break out, the teachers who were sorting out the entrance passes a
while ago returned. Amongst them were Ianâs teacher and Sasha.
âLittle Ian, Matteo, what are you doing? The passes are ready. Letâs go in quickly now.â
âThatâs right, Ian. Letâs go. Your performance is second on the program.â
âAlright, Mommy!â
The triplets acknowledged Sashaâs instructions and followed her and Ianâs teacher inside.
Just when they were leaving, Matteo turned around and made a face at the group.
There nothing you can do to us!
âThat pipsqueak! Iâm going to kill him!â
The crowd was outraged by Matteoâs taunt. One of the boys in a white suit charged forward to beat
Matteo up.
Luckily, someone managed to restrain him before he could get far.
âDonât hold a grudge against those little punks as thereâs no point in doing so. The performance will be
broadcasted on national TV. If he treats it as practice, he will end up embarrassing himself in front of
the whole nation.â
âReally? Thatâs fantastic!â
Having heard those words, the group of children that were furious at Matteo felt their anger recede.
Instead, they were now waiting in anticipation for Ian to fail and humiliate himself.
You damn pipsqueak. Just you wait!
Inside the concert hall, both Sasha and Ianâs teacher had heard about the broadcast.
âIan, I just heard that this concert will be broadcasted on national TV. Therefore, you have to do your
best, alright?â
âRight, Little Ian. You have to seize this wonderful opportunity. When itâs being broadcasted on TV,
Daddy will also be able to watch. When he sees his sweetie performing on live TV, he will definitely be
very proud of you.â
Sasha was no longer as nonchalant about it as she used to be. Kneeling in front of her son, she helped
him fix his tie while providing encouragement.
Daddy will see it too?
Just a moment ago, Ian wasnât that nervous. But after he heard Sebastian would be watching, his lips
pursed tightly.
As he suffered from mild autism, being present in such a crowded venue was a pressurizing
experience for him, let alone being on TV.
âMommyâ¦â
âLook at that little pipsqueak. I told you that thereâs something wrong with him. His legs are already
trembling, lookâ¦â
Before Ian could finish his sentence, the kid that Matteo got into an altercation with earlier ridiculed Ian
when he saw his nervous expression.
His words caused Ianâs face to turn white as sheet.
Ian felt his body tense up as he began to sweat profusely. Clenching his fists, he was shivering all over
and felt the urge to flee at any given moment.
Sasha grabbed hold of him, âLittle Ian, are you alright?â
âNonsense! Youâre the one with the shaking legs. Let me tell you that my brother is the best!â
Unexpectedly, Matteo stepped out and berated the group, sparking an altercation in the concert hall.
They looked at the aggressive child in disbelief as no one expected such a bad-mannered boy to be
present in such a cultured place.
However, Matteo didnât care.
After unleashing his tirade, he looked at Ian, âIan, ignore them. Just play the violin however you want.
So what if youâll be on TV? We are just five years old and it isnât embarrassing to make a mistake at all.
Even if you fall on stage, Daddy wouldnât fault you for it.â
Matt gave Ian a pep talk.
Suddenly, Ianâs eyes widened.
Thatâs right. Why should I care so much?
Iâm just five years old so why do I need to carry such a heavy burden? Other five-year-old are still
enjoying themselves playing in the mud.
Ian saw the light all of a sudden.
After that, he remained calm all the way until he went on stage with the symphony orchestra.
Unable to hold her emotions back, Sasha cried tears of joy. She whipped out her phone and sent a
message: Turn on the TV quick, your son is about to perform.