Chapter 84 (2/2)

This scene was so shocking for the members of Bai Ai they had suspicions. Their conductor with such a poisonous tongue that could make them cry for their mothers. . . Did he blow a fuse?

Daniel, the representative warrior, tiptoed over. After hesitating, again and again, he asked, “Min. . . Have you been upset lately? Our concert starts tonight. If you have something on your mind, don’t bury it in your heart. Daniel’s ears are always open to you, my friend!”

Min Chen lifted his gaze to look at Daniel. Disdainfully, he repeated, “I’m upset?”

“. . .”

After a long while, Daniel gloomily said, “You call this not upset? You scolded all the members the other day! Whenever they saw you, they would walk the long way around to avoid you, did you know that? Although you seem to be in a better mood today, you’re still terrible!”

Min Chen raised his eyebrows in protest and stated, “Daniel, my mood is as good as my temper.”

Daniel: “. . .”

After a long while and a loss of restraint, Daniel spat out, “Well, you strange fellow, you’ve had a cold face all day long. You looked like everyone owed you millions. And suddenly, you’re happy. Min, I’ve known you for more than a decade. I always knew you have a strange temper, but I didn’t know you were this weird.”

On the rehearsal stage, Christole began leading the orchestra in a new round of tuning their pitches.

Under the stage, Min Chen was deep in thought. After a while, he parted his lips and asked, “Daniel, if. . . if you’re 99% sure of something and only missing that remaining 1% so you can never be sure it’s the total truth, what would you do?”

“What the hell is with this problem?” Daniel silently muttered. After thinking about it for a bit, he replied, “Now that you got 99%, how important can that 1% be? It’s only 1%, right?”

Min Chen was apparently satisfied with his answer. His grim face softened. After a gentle “Hmm,” he stopped talking.

Daniel’s curiosity was thoroughly provoked. He asked, “Hey Min, what on Earth is going on with you?”

Min Chen: “Nothing.”

Daniel: “. . .There must be something!”

Min Chen looked at him and said, “Nothing.”

“. . .There absolutely must be something!!!”

Not bothering to listen to the weirdo any longer, Min Chen stood and walked up to the stage.

Behind him, Daniel kept repeating things like, “You damn fellow, say it, ah,” “Hey, Min, you have to take responsibility for piquing my curiosity,” and “Damn, you devil!”

. . .

As for. . . What was going on with Min Chen?

Well, it didn’t seem like a big deal.

Why was Qi Mu, who had never studied German, suddenly fluent in German? Why was he familiar with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra? Why did his 《La Campanella》 sound exactly the same as Lu Zi Wen’s? Why did he stand under Lu Zi Wen’s apartment and look at it for so long? Why did he suddenly go to Luo Yu Sen, someone whom he should have never known?

All these questions pointed at only one answer.

The answer was so fantastical and unbelievable that he couldn’t accept it at first.

Three days later, as Daniel said, since you’ve affirmed it 99%, even if you were missing the remaining 1%, it. . . didn’t matter much either way.

You see, bold conjecture, careful investigation, and confirmation was a very scientific means for research, ah.

In a 24-hour convenience store half a city away, a young man, who didn’t know he’d exposed his secret scrutinized, two bok choys.

“The left one is a little thicker, and the leaf on the right one is a little dry. Hmm. . . which one is the best choice?”

Having spent nearly half a year in Huaxia, this was a great change. He now had. . . very critical eyes toward food. He wasn’t this picky in his previous life, he even bravely tried Britain’s dark cuisine. But. . .

Who wouldn’t cry eating bread, pizza, spaghetti, and pasta after rich and colorful Chinese cuisine for half a year?

A week after arriving in Vienna, Qi Mu asked the staff of his hotel for permission to borrow their kitchen.

Even if his cooking was regarded medium-level in Huaxia, it was better than eating bread, pizza, spaghetti, and macaroni every day. . .

After half an hour spent tangled in the convenience store, Qi Mu finally walked back to the hotel with two bags of food in tow.

Looking out at the lovely blue sky and the smooth clouds, Qi Mu couldn’t help but stare. He smiled then sighed, “Today’s weather is good. The sun is bright, and the sky is clear.”

Well, yes. . . In fact, you’re also very clear.