Chapter 182
King of Classical Music
When Dorenza left the lounge, he encountered a strange sightââ
In the bright, spacious backstage prep room, a handsome young man stood by the middle table, carefully putting his violin away. Around him, all the members of the orchestra stared in horror and astonishment. Each stood side-by-side in a circle three meters wide, leaving an empty space around him in the middle.
Dorenza looked around in surprise and finally found Anthony. He walked over and asked, âWhatâs wrong, Anthony? You just hugged and congratulated Little Seven one by one, why are you crowding around him now? It canât be like this, Anthony, Little Seven is a sensible child. What did he doâ¦â
âMr. Dorenza!!! Not a human!!!â
Dorenza, who was not a human: ââ¦â
The orchestra member who interrupted Dorenza realized that his words were a little ambiguous. He immediately elaborated, âNo, no, Mr. Dorenza, I mean that Little Seven is too scary! He⦠He, he, he went as far as 32 seconds! 32 seconds! Is this still human!!! This breaks the laws of physics, this is not normal!!! My previous record was still 36 seconds!â
âCharlie, donât compare with Little Seven. Some people are so angry.â
âThat is, 32 seconds is not the record of an average person, okay! Thatâs the record of a world-class master, alright?
â¦â¦
Listening to their murmurers, Dorenza vaguely remembered something. Before he could fully recall it, Anthony sighed, âOh, Dorenza. You didnât see it just now. At our request, Little Seven played the song ãPerpetual Motionã, which we use to embarrass newcomers by holding Christoleâs record over their heads.â
Qi Mu with excellent ears, standing not far away: ââ¦â
Did you also know that this was a very, very difficult new personâ¦
Anthony continued, âWe thought we could make fun of Little Seven, but we didnât expect⦠Well, if only you had seen it. He was so fast, but every move was accurate. Although I havenât seen the video of Christoleâs interview with Bai Ai, I didnât think Little Seven would play worse than him. But⦠Heâs actually one second faster than him.â
Originally, Dorenza wanted to blame Anthony and the others for using this sort of boring thing to âembarrass the newcomerâ, but when he heard that Qi Mu actually surpassed Christoleâs record, he looked at him in surprise. Qi Mu returned his gaze evenly.
The handsome young man had no way out and creased his brows helplessly. He said, âActually, Mr. Anthony, I practiceãPerpetual Motionãevery day when I go home. When I graduated from the National Conservatory of Music in Paris last year, my teacher played ãPerpetual Motionãonce for me. At that time, he hoped I could surpass his record.â
Anthony certainly knew who Qi Muâs teacher was. He was Reed Akkad, one of the worldâs greatest violin players!
This meant that Akkad intended not only for his student to surpass his record time in ãPerpetual Motionã, but to become the most dazzling violinist in existence!
That was the most outstanding violin master of the last century!
That was the master called the âContemporary Paganiniâ!
Anthony never expected that Akkad had such deep hopes for his student. It was possible that it was not just hope, butââ
Confidence!
Anthony looked at the young many before him with a complicated expression on his face. He felt such profound powerlessness, like an oncoming wave had pushed him outside the current. But, in addition, he felt more of a faint regret and deep happiness.
He regretted that he did not have many years to see excellent young people like Qi Mu and Christole shine in the classical music world. He was also glad that he could witness their rise and help their skill reach a peak in this era.
Qi Mu didnât know what Anthony was thinking. In fact, he just regretted that he still couldnât break his teacherâs record this time.
At the age of 29, Reed Akkad set his personal record of ãPerpetual Motionãat 3 minutes and 32 seconds. When Qi Mu practiced each day in the music room, he could only achieve this result at best. He couldnât move forward.
Although Akkad was better at complicated patterns than speed, his ãPerpetual Motionãplaytime was not as great as that of Master Farrell, another one of the worldâs top three violinists. Master Farrell played with a time of 3 minutes and 30 seconds!
Qi Mu sighed in his heart and thought, Sure enough, am I a bit too tender? Well, I still need to practice more!
If Wei Aiâs members knew what their deputy chief thought at that moment, they would vomit three liters of blood and cry, âGod is unfair!â
You call that too tender?!
Then what could they call it?
Donât think about them⦠even Christole would cry!
On the afternoon of the second day after the concert, the Wei Ai members packed their bags and set off for Manchester, which was separated by the English Channel. The blue sea and sky made the whole world look like a nice azure blue outside the aircraftâs windows. Qi Mu held his chin in one hand and gazed out at it all.
⦠Now, shouldnât Bai Aiâs tour be in Milan?
That evening, Milan.
At the setting sunâs bidding, gorgeous shades of deep purple crept over the endless horizon and stained it with love. The whole sky glowed a light red unique to early spring. Under such a sky, Milan, embraced with green fans, became a well-deserved shade of emerald.
On the top floor of a towering skyscraper, huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the charming sunset. Sitting in the corner of the cafe, Min Chen lowered his head and stirred his black coffee. Before him, Christole reported minor problems during that dayâs rehearsal.
They would perform that night. Even if there was a real problem, it wouldnât be a big deal. Therefore, Christole couldnât say more than a few points. But a moment later, their blond orchestra manager rushed over and said with a smile, âMin, Christole, have you seen Belgiumâs latest ãNational Palace of Musicã?â
Daniel shook the thick magazine in his hand.
Christole smiled, âãNational Palace of Musicã? It seems to be the 30th today, they should release a new issue in the next few days, but I havenât read it yet.â
ãNational Palace of Musicãwas Belgiumâs top classical music magazine and even had a certain influence throughout Europe. It was every musicianâs dream to appear in such a magazine. Christole once received an exclusive interview with it when he first became Bai Aiâs chief.
Although Christole was a little confused, Min Chen looked up at Daniel and raised his eyebrows. âLast night, Wei Aiâs tour in Brussels just finished.â
Daniel nodded and smiled. âSoâ¦â
With that, Daniel placed the thick magazine on the table. Min Chen looked down and saw the cover of the magazine. It was a scene of Wei Ai when he was playingââ
Dorenza held his baton high and Julie slammed the pianoâs keys⦠It was a pity that the young man Min Chen wanted to see was blocked by the piano, making him unable to see clearly.
Therefore, Min Chenâs interest came to an end. After all, it was national for the ãNational Palace of Musicãto introduce Wei Aiâs performance in Brussels. But, for them to report on Wei Aiâs deputy chief? It was impossible.
Seeing that Min Chen didnât seem to be interested in opening the magazine, Christole curiously took it and flipped through it. A few minutes later, he looked up in surprise and said, âAuston, I seem to have⦠Found the Little Angelâs profile?!â
Deep eyes suddenly flashed open and Min Chen quickly set down the coffee cup in his hand. Christole immediately handed over the magazine. He carefully looked at the page, read over the nearly 1,000 words, and finally lingered on the authorâs name for a long time.
With a smile, Daniel said, âI couldnât believe that the Wei Ai review was written by Grant himself. He hasnât written a music review for Wei Ai in three years, right? It seems that Wei Aiâs performance last night was really a success.â
âDaniel, why do you seem so happy about Wei Aiâs performance?â He asked.
Daniel immediately straightened his face. âAhem, I am happy for the Little Angel, it has nothing to do with Wei Ai!â
As soon as the words fell, Daniel began to laugh, and Christole smiled helplessly.
Bai Ai and Wei Ai were both amongst the worldâs top orchestras. Although there were always some people who would compare the two, and even their own members would secretly compete, they honestly shared a good relationship.
At least, when Auston, a cold guy who didnât know how to talk, used to go to Dorenza, Bai Aiâs members never saw him being sacked and beaten to death by the members of Wei Ai.
But now, after seeing that Wei Ai had made great progress, in fact, Bai Aiâs heart was very happy.
Their old opponents once again issued a challenge⦠naturally, they were unwilling to lag behind!
For a moment, Min Chen gently put down the coffee cup, got up and said, âLetâs go have one last rehearsal.â
Daniel was taken aback but said, âGod, there are only three hours to the performance and you want to have another rehearsal?! Everyone will be exhausted, okay? I guarantee once the concert is over, theyâll be so tired theyâll pass out!â
The handsome, elegant man raised his eyebrows and said, âThey wonât want to wait to rehearse.â
Suspiciously, Daniel asked, âWhy?â
âBecause I will tell them Wei Ai is about to catch up.â
Daniel: ââ¦â
After a while, he whispered, âThen theyâll be crying to practice as soon as possible⦠Auston, you are so bad. You devil, corrupting their hearts!â
Only rivals could motivate one another to grow together.
The sensation of having an opponent right on their tails, especially Bai Ai, was one Min Chen had missed for a long time.