Chapter 59 (1/2)

Like the Geneva Conservatory, Paris’s National Conservatory was amongst the world’s top music academies. Most graduates went on to play in internationally famous orchestras. Rarely did their alumni decide to work in professions unrelated to music.

Qi Mu studied at the Geneva Conservatory for four years and improved his skill with the violin in leaps and bounds.

Over those four years, he practiced several tracks as part of his professor’s teaching and participated in countless competitions of various sizes. He joined the academy’s orchestra and eventually became the deputy chief.

When he officially started classes, Qi Mu thought Akkad would have him practice a score of music and give him according feedback, but. . .

Qi Mu didn’t expect that when he rushed to the college early that morning and walked into Akkad’s music room at 7:45, the room was empty. . . there wasn’t even a music stand!!!

That’s right, aside from the shelves of books, it was impossible to see even the shadow of a violin!

Akkad’s personal music room had over 50 square meters. The floor was hardwood and had excellent sound insulation. The walls were also equipped with professional sound-absorbing materials. The arrangements were simple, but the huge windows ensured excellent lightning.

Qi Mu sat stunned holding his violin case and waited for fifteen minutes.

When the clock’s hands finally found eight o’clock, the door opened, and Akkad wasn’t even a little surprised to see him there.

This serious little old man was wearing casual attire today, and a full lens camera hung around his neck. He stood in the door and beckoned, Xiao Qi, let’s go. Take your violin to my office. We’re going out.”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

Akkad noticed Qi Mu’s speechlessness and added, “Don’t worry, my lounge is definitely safer than your apartment. It’s tightly monitored, the little girl in your hand won’t get lost. It’s okay to leave it there.”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

Where is he worried? That wasn’t his problem!

But, the professor’s words were instructions for the student.

Qi Mu didn’t object and took his violin to Akkad’s office. Akkad seemed to think Qi Mu was still worried so carefully put Qi Mu’s “little girl” into his safe. He turned and said, “See, don’t worry?”

“. . .”

That really wasn’t the problem!

Although Qi Mu was confused and couldn’t understand what Akkad meant by it, the following development only made him more. . . baffled!

For the whole day, the violin master from Turin, Italy showed him, thoroughly, how the “people of Turin love chocolate.”

From the familiar Jeff de Bruge to Smucha and Jean-Paul Hevin, ones he had never heard of, the master walked through these famous chocolatiers and tasted a variety of them.

Qi Mu hadn’t known before, but chocolate could have such distinctive tastes. For example, Smucha chocolate was sweet with a bitter aftertaste, while Jean-Paulkevin was entirely sweet.

Chocolate was a common snack in Europe. The many lovely children on the streets of Paris were not round from just high-fat foods.

However, while Qi Mu had grown up in Europe, he rarely ate the stuff. There was no need to ask why when he was in the orphanage. And after he was adopted, he ate some affordable chocolates, but he had never tasted these well-known brands.

When they strolled into the last high-end shop in the western suburbs, it was already four in the afternoon. If they were still at the college, the bell would be ringing, but Akkad was apparently not a mentor that liked to procrastinate.

Akkad shoved a few of his chocolates into Qi Mu’s hand and said gravely, “Xiao Qi, chocolate is a very happy food. You have to taste it. Today’s class is here, tomorrow you will wait for me at the Arc de Triomphe. Remember to keep my camera safe, these are the memories of our day.”

Qi Mu wanted to cry, but he also wanted to laugh. “. . . Yes, Teacher Akkad!”

So, as the sun set, a handsome young man carrying a variety of exquisite chocolate gift bags and a heavy camera around his neck walked down a path.

All day, Akkad had made him smile and pose while he took pictures.

At first, Qi Mu was a bit cautious. He didn’t understand why this eccentric professor wanted to take such bizarre photos, but he gradually let go and even snapped a few pictures of Akkad.

Tomorrow would be focused on the Arc de Triomphe. . .

Looks like another day of fun?

It was only after Qi Mu returned to his apartment and set down the heavy camera that he suddenly remembered something important! “My violin. . . it’s still in teacher’s safe?!”

Qi Mu smiled helplessly, having a faint feeling his heart——