Chapter 58 (1/2)

The spring breeze streaked across the campus’s lawn, between Paris’ buildings, and through their exquisite architecture. The national conservatory was filled with students. Some played the trumpet, some the violin, the music was elegant, forming a unique atmosphere.

A handsome man walked the white cobblestone path up to the college. He wore sunglasse, and his lips were thin. His expression was cold, but he held a bag of chocolate in his right hand.

“That person looks familiar. . .”

“Who? Oh my god, it is familiar. . .”

“. . . Doesn’t that. . . look at bit like Mr. Autson Bertram?!”

“How could that be? Bai Ai came to Paris to perform, but Mr. Bertram isn’t conducting. The guest conductor, Mr. Charles Littis, is in charge. Mr. Bertram probably didn’t come to Paris!”

“Yeah. . . how could Mr. Bertram possibly be here? . . .”

. . .

Some students whispered in surprise when they saw the man walking up. None of these whispers escaped Min Chen’s ear, but he continued forward calm.

——This kind of behavior made everyone guess “This man is definitely not Mr. Bertram.”

But, halfway to the building, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at a girl standing under the shade of a tree and practicing seriously.

The girl’s hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she had freckles dotting her face. She was focused intently on her songs. It was one of his, but her skill had a few. . . deficiencies and she kept fumbling. Her delicate face was damp with anxious sweat.

With a sigh, Min Chen walked over and stated, “In the third section of 《Constance》, there’s a problem with your finger technique. If you change the strings, you’ll reduce the difficulty, but. . . the effect will be poor.”

His low, magnetic voice carried over the quiet lawn. The girl looked up in amazement and stared at him with fright. The students scattered around them were confused and turned to look at him as well. When they saw him under the shadow of the tree, Min Chen merely removed his sunglasses and extended his hand to point at the girl’s fingers.

Perhaps a conductor could endure terrible music for a while. But if a composer were to hear his own song being played like this, even for Min Chen, it was unbearable.

The moment Min Chen removed his sunglasses, everything was silent for a moment. The next, chatter exploded——

“Oh my god, it’s really Mr. Bertram! Lily, I was right, it is him!”

“God! How did Mr. Bertram get here? Come!”

“Aaah. To get to see Mr. Bertram, I’m so lucky!”

. . .

This mayhem caused by Min Chen’s arrival in the violin department spread throughout the entire college. Although Reed Akkad was one of the world’s best musicians, he was a little less famous, and the most important thing is. . .

Min Chen is so handsome!

No matter the country, people with excellent looks. . . it really was an advantage!

When Min Chen pushed aside Professor Akkad’s lounge door, the proud, awkward little old man snorted and was too lazy to look at him. He turned and pointed his butt towards the door.

Min Chen: “. . .”

Min Chen set the Jeff de Bruge gift back next to Professor Akkad and sat casually on the soft to the side. His dark eyes narrowed, and he said, “Reed, I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

Akkad’s answer was chilly, “Haven’t seen you, haven’t seen you. You meet my students downstairs and get surrounded by lovely schoolgirls.”

Min Chen: “. . .”

His phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of a smile. In the face of old friends, he naturally understood the man’s personality. He pushed the chocolate gift bag forward with a finger and said solemnly, “I came today to ask something of you.”

Akkad blinked at the bag. Then he hurried and stuffed it into his desk drawer. He looked over at him. “If you have something, say it. I don’t want to play with an orchestra right now. If you want to invite me over to play, it goes without saying, Min.”

Reed Akkad had recently had a change of heart and wanted to teach a student. Min Chen naturally knew and had come over because of that.

“I wanted to recommend a student for you. His skill is good, and he’s diligent enough. More than enough to consider.”

Min Chen’s tone was calm. He knew Akkad was looking for a student, and he had come with a personal recommendation. It was naturally watertight.