BOSS TRANSMIGRATED INTO A LITTLE CUTIE

ARC 9 - Chapter 9.15

By the time the unlucky next contestant had finished, the judges were already leaning back in their seats and talking to each other with little interest, obviously not paying much attention to the performance of this contestant.

Even though there had been several intermissions, the tense nerves and harsh criticism of the music had left the judges in a state of discomfort.

After all, it would be fine if one were just to enjoy it, but if one were to dissect beautiful music like a corpse, it would not remain as stunning as it was when one first saw it.

Finally, it was Qing Yun’s turn to take the stage. Even though their tired nerves had refused to be strained again, they sat up straight and watched the teenager’s performance with an air of concentration, out of fairness to the contestant and out of curiosity on the part of the judges themselves.

Especially the newly invited judges, this was the first time they would witness this praised youth playing on the spot, so they couldn’t help but face the teenager on the stage with a mixture of admiration and fault-finding.

But they were too tired, which dampened the harsh gaze of these judges.

It was not the case for the audience below the stage. As soon as the young man came on the stage, the audience became noticeably larger. Even the netizens watching the show online also became active. The active attitude was almost even more than at the beginning of the competition.

Judge Norad, who accidentally gave Xiang Chenyu a zero score in the preliminary round, was the most spirited of all the judges at this point. This time, he will definitely correct his mistake, appreciate the young man’s performance, and give him a fair and impartial score.

The black-haired teenager finally took the stage under the attention of all.

His figure was slightly thin, and his long bangs, even after being tended to, still slightly covered the boy’s beautiful eyes, making it difficult for the judges and the audience to glimpse the beauty of them.

This young man was silent and melancholy as if he was used to wandering away from the crowd. He did not make a show of paying respect to the audience, nor did he show dissatisfaction because of being the last in line. He is like an angel who left heaven and suffered, silently accepting the suffering inflicted on him, responding to all the injustice in the world with silence and waiting.

Anyone would admit that if they saw such a silent and presence-less boy on campus, they might pay just a little attention to him because of his melancholy that doesn’t match his age, and then they would forget about him.

However, when this young man was holding the violin, it was different. It was like an angel finally found his wings, and although he was still silent, he somehow made people feel that he was shining.

At this moment, no one can deny that this teenager seems to be born for music.

The crowd’s eyes couldn’t help but be glued to the youth on stage, watching him raise his chin slightly and gently rest his cheek on the violin’s cheek rest. He held the violin in his left hand, which was soft and firm, and his right hand holding the bow made an elegant trail, gently touching the bow to the strings of the violin.

In the next second, the unique and magnificent tone of the violin rang out in the air. The sound struck their cochlea, instantly bringing people into the world of music.