Chapter 8 (2/2)

“Ah, Xiao Qi, don’t feel too much pressure. Being Professor Karl’s student is definitely glorious, but even without this opportunity, I believe you can return to the stage again.” Zheng Wei Qiao had been talking for quite a long time and found Qi Mu’s expression to be quite bleak all of a sudden. He mistakenly thought the younger man was feeling a lack of confidence, so he comforted. “I believe that your strength in gaining experience and knowledge is outstanding.”

However, Qi Mu suddenly lifted his head, feeling a bit embarrassed, “. . . Xiao Qi?”

Zheng Wei Qiao was surprised for a moment, then nodded, “Ah, yeah, isn’t it Xiao Qi? Several people in the orchestra have been calling you so.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said seriously, “Well. . . Teacher used to call you Xiao Mu, but I cannot beat Teacher. Xiao Qi is also quite good.”

“. . .”

While Zheng Wei Qiao and Qi Mu were speaking with a cordial atmosphere about them, a young man was watching them from afar. He was only about twenty years old and had a fine, yellow violin in his hand. He watched the two from a distance and whispered, “Really. . . Qi Mu, ah. . .”

His voice was so low that it could not be heard. A trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, then he quickly concealed it, his fighting spirit rising.

He whispered confidently, “I lost to you ten years ago, but this time. . . It is not going to happen!”

Suddenly, he felt as though something was crawling up his spine. Responding quickly, he looked up and saw Qi Mu smiling at him. With his bow in hand, he waved a little.

Qi Mu was a bit surprised, then he politely smiled and turned to whisper, “Zheng-ge. . . that person, do you know him?”

Zheng Wei Qiao thought for a bit then said, “He is the champion of the youth group’s semi-finals, Sheng Yan Hui. He’s also a prodigy. How do you know him?”

Qi Mu carefully searched his memories then shook his head without fruition, “Seems like there is no impression.”

Zheng Wei Qiao said, “Oh.” Then he added, “Sheng Yan Hui’s character is good, and his talent is also not bad. He’s one of the biggest candidates for Professor Karl this time. However, he’s a bit old, and that is a draw-back.”

“How old?”

“Twenty-four. Seems he became known a bit late.”

Qi Mu nodded then raised no further questions.

Although he felt that this Sheng Yan Hui’s gaze was a bit provocative, his feelings were not always accurate, so Qi Mu paid it no attention.

Nothing would be blocked. When water covered the earth, a ship would cross the bridge.

Not long after, the nineteenth was called, and Sheng Yan Hui took his renowned violin to walk onto the stage. Qi Mu happened to be sitting near the stage’s entrance, and on his way up, Sheng Yan Hui suddenly stopped in front of him.

Zheng Wei Qiao was also surprised and about to ask. However, he saw Sheng Yan Hui smile. The young man then solemnly said, “Qi Mu, I haven’t seen you in ten years. This time. . . I worked hard, and I hope you like it. The championship will not always be yours, I will beat you.”

Having made his “declaration of war,” Sheng Yan Hui turned to continue up onto the stage and left behind both Zheng Wei Qiao and Qi Mu who was still smiling in confusion.

Zheng Wei Qiao asked, “Xiao Qi. . . you know Sheng Yan Hui?”

He saw the young man smile and turned, his delicate face wearing a gentle and bright smile, so beautiful people could not remove their gazes. However, when he opened his mouth, it was as cold as the autumn wind that swept away the leaves; ruthless.

Qi Mu merely asked, “Zheng-ge, I. . . know him?”

“. . .”

Better to not let Sheng Yan Hui hear this. Otherwise not only would he spit three liters of blood, but it might just kill him too.