Caesar was the first one to squeeze his way out of the crowd, using his powerful assault position body to his advantage to grab onto the grand piano. This 300 pound White Moonlight trainee blocked the way to the piano’s mechanical box and guarded it tightly.
The court musician’s ghost was so angry that it immediately gave up harassing Wu Jin to roar at Caesar.
Let go! Get lost!
Stay away from my piano! You vulgar person––
A quarter of an hour later, Caesar had unsurprisingly defeated a series of piano instance competitors with his strong fists and won the ‘privilege’ of doing business with Wu Jin.
The ghost had long become so angry it had gone into seclusion and disappeared.
In the corridor of the palace that was lit up by the early morning light, Wu Jin picked up the oil painting again. Caesar slapped his chest proudly and assured him, “Little Witch, isn’t it just a Wei Yan? Even if there were ten of him, your big brother can still block them for you––”
Wei Yan suddenly became portrayed as a big, ignorant bully who bullied precious artists.
Off-site, in the Crosson and Hyacinth Show live broadcast room.
The camera replayed the moment when Wu Jin took over the piano stool, and the director selected the best angle out of the six cameras there for the replay––
The youth who’d just fought his way out of the gallery set aside his machete and sat in front of the grand piano in the morning light. The small scratch about half a finger length long along one side of his cheek hadn’t yet been healed, and his eyes were cool and calm.
This violent aesthetic was smoothed out by the sound of the retro mechanical piano.
The performance was gentle and soft.
Ying Xiangxiang whistled softly, smiling as she covered her chest, expressing exaggeratedly that her heart was thumping hard.
The barrage of scrolling comments was thick and dense, and the mama fans who had their hearts shattered from love all expressed that they were bursting into tears because they were so moved by their son.
“#Surprise! My son can actually do this kind of thing to the piano––”
“#Treasure trove Little Witch!”
“#One person, one credit point, crowdfunding Little Witch’s show business debut!”
Blood Pigeon frowned and thought aloud, “I don’t see Contestant Wu carrying the score with him... how did he do it?”
Ying Xiangxiang explained, “Being able to play the score after reading it once, we call it the ability to read and play. This is related to the music theory knowledge reserve of a person and their auditory responses. Of course, Little Witch’s actions just now also involve the ability to recite the score––”
Ying Xiangxiang laughed, “Little Witch’s memory has always been one of his special points.”
The screen focused.
They cut back to the live broadcast.
The door to the Royal Chapel squeaked open. Vera entered first, encountering an unexpected scene.
Wei Yan was already standing next to the portrait of Lemoyne. He had his hands down, and the machete behind him. It seemed as though with one flash of silver light, he would be able to rush up and snatch the painting.
Caesar swept in from the door, holding up a machete identical to Wu Jin’s and shouting, “Come, fight!”
Vera fell into a defensive support position.
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Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!
Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
