KOCM

6-10

The young man was shocked and asked in confusion, "Is that really true?"

"Chen-ge, don't you think so?" Looking up to the other party, Qi Mu's light-colored eyes seemed to reflect a smile. He then calmly said, "If he still doesn't get it right this time, Tan Lao would. . ."

"Disproportionate! It's too heavy at the top! Did you not play the 《Sixth》 for the past few months? Or did you forget how to play trombone entirely? Tell me, Li, when did you start making such a mistake? You're in too much of a hurry, you shouldn't rush the Horn!"

Qi Mu hadn't finished speaking when Tan Zheng Hui's angry voice rang throughout the practice room. Qi Mu froze slightly, but then he smiled and closed his mouth, and he didn't say anything else. But the young man didn't let him go.

"No way! That was such a subtle mistake! Xiao Qi, you could hear it? Your ears are really sharp!"

Qi Mu smiled modestly, his beautiful eyes moved a bit, thinking of what to say, "My parents really liked listening to Dvorak's 《Sixth》, so they often talked to me about it, explaining it. Even though Tan Lao's style is not the same as my father, in this aspect, it is identical."

The young man nodded and didn't ask anything more, but Qi Mu smiled meaningfully.

He had been able to slowly grasp the notes that were constantly emerging in his mind, courtesy of his hearing. Because there were too many sounds, he couldn't control it all at once. And he also had to trouble himself with the need to use a tuner. But now, although he wouldn't dare to say that his hearing was better than Tan Lao, it should be almost the same, if they were to compare it.

For a conductor, the most important thing was their ears.

Even Beethoven, the music maestro himself who had written his own symphonies despite being deaf, was faced with opposition from orchestras when he wanted to be the conductor of his own songs. And the musicians who heard the news all shivered.

He can't hear and yet he wanted to lead an orchestra? That was an impossible mission!

Qi Mu knew, with the gift that this body had, it wouldn't be hard for him to climb up in the industry. This talent was suited best for being a conductor, not a violinist. But. . .

Was perfect pitch the only thing needed to be a conductor?

Every world-renowned conductor had an ear that, through training alone, was no less than having perfect pitch. The achievements they had earned could not be imagined by someone without absolute sound.

Qi Mu had heard about something similar in Vienna. It was also because of this that he met the modern king of classical. Since then, he could only concede defeat to Min Chen.

It was said, that when he was conducting the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, he once heard a violin change strings after an ensemble.

What kind of hearing was that?

Either way, even at Qi Mu's current talent, he still couldn't imagine it.

"Ah, this is barely okay. You will play it again later. If you are passable, you can go home for dinner!"

Tan Lao snorted then walked back to his podium. Before he picked up his baton, his gaze swept across the auditorium to meet Qi Mu's. The young man was surprised, but he quickly smiled--

Just now. . . was he heard?

When the rehearsal ended, Qi Mu had not stood from his chair when he suddenly heard an old man's voice coming from the podium, "Qi Mu. . . With me. Come."

Qi Mu startled, then set down his violin, and followed. He passed the others, and everyone gave him looks that said "Xiao Qi, you'll still be a hero eighteen years later" or "Xiao Qi, you worked hard. The revolution needs you!" It made him want to both laugh and cry.