Chapter 963: Chapter 963: Face-Slapping! 7
Having received the beloved zither, Yan Yuexian was uncharacteristically unperturbed and nodded solemnly.
She would work hard and certainly won’t let Xia Weibao down!
She hugged the Scorched Tail Zither and walked into the passage leading to the stage.
Xia Weibao and Han Luoqi also put on masks and left.
The dressing room could not see the stage; they had to go outside to watch the live performance.
After the three left, the dressing room echoed with sounds of envy.
“Xia Weibao actually gifted Yan Yuexian a Scorched Tail Zither, so envious!”
“Yeah, I always thought Ruan Shushu was Xia Weibao’s good friend. Now it seems uncertain. How can the Solitary Zither compare with the Scorched Tail Zither?”
“Actually, Ruan Shushu and Xia Weibao are good friends, but it’s always been her claiming so. Yet, Xia Weibao didn’t come to see her at the competition and instead came to see Yan Yuexian…”
“Yes, it feels like Ruan Shushu loves to brag. She boasts about herself, while Yan Yuexian never flaunted her relationship with Xia Weibao but played such a big move…”
Upon hearing these words, Xiao Xue and Xiao Lan exchanged glances.
They seemed to have fallen for Ruan Shushu’s tricks again…
At this time on the stage, Ruan Shushu had already finished her performance and was bowing to the audience.
Thunderous applause erupted below, and everyone was excited.
She was the only one from the music department still in school who had joined the National Studies Association and was also Pei Hong’s apprentice, so many people knew her.
They were optimistic about her.
Plus, her performance was truly spectacular, leaving everyone thrilled.
By now, the audience was somewhat fatigued, but Ruan Shushu’s excellent performance pushed tonight’s competition to a climax!
Some were even so excited that they stood up and whistled towards the stage.
“As expected from your chosen disciple, the finger technique is good, but a bit rigid.”
In the very front row of the audience, seated in the center were Pei Hong and several leaders from the music department.
At this moment, the head of the music department gave Pei Hong a thumbs-up, acknowledging his discernment.
Ruan Shushu’s finger technique was something he had never seen before, incredibly exquisite.
Pei Hong, proud of his disciple being praised, replied, “She’s using the Fuxi Finger Technique.”
“What?!” The music department head was shocked.
It was the Fuxi Finger Technique!
The lost finger technique!
“Why else do you think I took her as a disciple?”
The department head suddenly understood, realizing the situation.
She had never grasped why Ruan Shushu had caught Pei Hong’s eye.
Although Ruan Shushu had decent skills, she was merely decent, not even as good as Yan Yuexian.
She barely met the threshold for the National Studies Association, let alone being Pei Hong’s disciple.
It all made sense now. Everyone understood.
She was indeed a talent.
“But quite rigid, not very practiced, and she appeared to struggle with playing.”
Outsiders might not notice, but as insiders, they could see clearly.
Pei Hong recalled the video of Ruan Shushu playing “Ambush from Ten Sides” and their video call where she played “Plum Blossom Three Strains”. Her movements were flowing and exquisitely skilled.
Her level was absolutely legendary, one could say she had reached the pinnacle and had profound accomplishments.
Compared to now, it was worlds apart.
He frowned, remembering her hand injury, and said, “Shushu’s hand is strained, hasn’t healed yet.”
“I see,” the department head agreed.
But he thought to himself, shouldn’t the hand injury still not make it so stiff?
Not just her, even Pei Hong was feeling suspicion, staring lost at Ruan Shushu on stage.
Her current level was truly far behind, a stark contrast to her performance in the videos.
Why was it like this?
Could it be that the hand injury led to lack of practice for months, causing rustiness?