Chapter 82 (2/2)

Akkad sighed, “There’s a problem in my hometown, so I have to go back. Little Seven, is it okay for you to stay here and continue studying on your own?”

Qi Mu slowly recovered. He nodded and spoke gently, “Alright, Professor. I’ll study hard, don’t worry about me.”

Akkad nodded and after a while, he said, “Little Seven, you don’t have to worry. I have many friends here. If there’s anything you need and I still haven’t returned, you can ask them for help.”

Warmth spread in Qi Mu’s heart. He nodded, smiling. “Okay, Professor. I know.”

“Now that I think about it, aren’t those guys out performing?” Akkad thought for a moment then went on, “Oh, by the way, the Vienna Symphony Orchestra seems to have a performance in a few days. That Evra fellow should be back, this is his stronghold after all! Little Seven, if there’s something you need, you can go directly to Evra, the principal conductor of Vienna Symphony Orchestra. Although that fellow has quite the temper, he should be willing to take good care of my student.”

At the familiar name, Qi Mu’s footsteps faltered. He was stunned for a moment, but before Akkad noticed, he chased the old man again and smiled. “Yes, Professor. You can rest assured, I will take care of myself.”

Not noticing anything unusual, Akkad nodded. “Evra gave me two front-row tickets the other day. Unfortunately, I can’t accompany you. If you have any acquaintances here, Little Seven, you can give them the other ticket.”

Qi Mu smiled and accepted Akkad’s concert tickets. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then he smiled. Helplessly, he said, “Professor, how could I know anyone here? Oh, right. It seems that Bai Ai is here currently. I heard that they are rehearsing for their concert next week. Then can I. . .”

“Little Seven!”

Qi Mu burst out laughing. “Yes, yes, yes. I won’t give the ticket to Min Chen, Professor.”

Akkad nodded with satisfaction. He continued to assert his warnings. Qi Mu nodded almost constantly, never daring to say “No.”

On the red-brick street, only a few people still walked in the dark. Lance lived close to the hotel they were staying in. After only a few minutes of walking, Qi Mu returned to the hotel and placed his violin case on the table.

After confirming he was the only one in the room, Qi Mu’s smile faded away. He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, fist tightly clenched. He looked silently toward the southwest. . . where the headquarters of Vienna Symphony Orchestra was located.

He never expected that just as he decided to solve the matter from his previous life, Akkad would give him the ticket. Everything seemed to be arranged from the dark as if some big hand called “fate” silently manipulated his life, making him face——

The very thing he didn’t want to let go!

At that moment, a plane from Geneva landed at the Vienna International Airport. It skidded down the runway and stayed for a few minutes before releasing the exhausted passengers.

The Vienna Symphony Orchestra’s schedule was tight this season. Unlike the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, they didn’t tend to spend a lot of time practicing before their performances. They just got back to Vienna, and the day after the next, they would hold another concert.

It can only be said that since conductors have their own style, so do the orchestras.

At the airport, the members of the orchestra walked in groups of three to five. Only the last Chinese man at the back was alone, disjointed and disharmonious.

Luo Yu Sen’s handsome face had thinned over the past few months. He looked a little harsh. He stared at people with fixed eyes without seeming to realize it. This made the other members of the orchestra, who were already hostile to him, even more unwilling to approach him.

A few days before their concert in Vienna, Evra announced that in three months, at the earliest, or six months, at the latest, he would select a new deputy concertmaster. Luo Yu Sen had longed for this position for a long time, so this opportunity. . .

He would never let go of it!

Luo Yu Sen didn’t know, though, that while he was gunning for the deputy concertmaster’s seat. . . Just half a city away, a young man sneered, waiting for their reunion.

“The day after tomorrow. . .”

“Luo Yu Sen, it’s been a while since I last saw you.”

The young man’s soft voice echoed in the quiet room and soon disappeared without a trace.

The quiet night of Vienna hid the secrets of many people.