Chapter 150 - The Competition Begins
An extremely bright light quickly rose into the sky from the opposite side of the lake, and then transformed into a gorgeous flower that bloomed in the sky. Before the flower completely disappeared, another brilliant golden chrysanthemum leaped into the sky, gorgeous and resplendent. The gorgeous fireworks actually bloomed in the dark night sky, and specks of golden light scattered and overflowed with colors.
Soon, colorful fireworks lit up the lake in front of the castle.
Huge fireworks exploded in the sky, and petals fell like rain.
Xiao Bao leaned over the railing happily to look, but because he was too short, he could not find a suitable position after crawling for a long time. He could only turn his head to look for Jun Shiling.
"No snacks for a week." Jun Shiling received Xiao Bao's begging gaze and made a request.
"Okay, Daddy, carry me." Xiao Bao reached out to Jun Shiling.
Only then did Jun Shiling go forward and carry Xiao Bao. Together with Xia Wanyuan, they stood on the high platform and looked at the mountains and rivers in front of them.
"Aiyo, why is it so crowded? Why are there so many people today??"
Many of the country's traditional culture had been lost over the years, and most young people did not like to see these old arts.
Hence, every time the Ancient Zither Association held a concert, it was always attended by those old fans.
This time, they arrived at the theater as usual, only to find that there was a sea of people in front of them.
"They're all here to attend the Ancient Zither Association's concert."
Upon hearing the passers-by 'answers, these old fans were puzzled. They had never heard that the Ancient Zither Association was so popular. Didn't they say that they had no successors? Why were there suddenly so many fans here?
Outside the theater, paparazzi reporters, who had heard the news, were already waiting there. They had even thought of the title. "Shocking! An old artist and a famous starlet actually openly…!"
In the backstage of the theater, looking at the sea of people sitting in the theater, Guo Tian drank a mouthful of tea smugly and even leisurely sang a little song.
The other colleagues in the association felt embarrassed.
Initially, when they played the zither well and held a concert, they attracted people who knew the zither. This was an exchange between the performers and listeners.
Now that Guo Tian had done this, it seemed like the Ancient Zither Association was using the popularity to increase their ticket sales.
Furthermore, as a top-notch ancient zither master in the country, it was really despicable for Guo Tian to argue with a young lady like this.
After the competition between Guo Tian and Xia Wanyuan was confirmed, many live-stream websites had come to ask Guo Tian for authorization to broadcast the entire competition. After all, the venue of the concert was limited, and a large number of spectators could not come personally.
In the end, Guo Tian chose the small website with the highest bid.
[ Coming, coming, coming. In the front row, there are beers, drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, and eight treasure porridge. Is there anyone who wants it? ]
[ The person in front, give me a bag of melon seeds. Thank you. I owe you the money first. ]
[ Where's Xia Wanyuan? Why isn't she here yet? Could she have run away? ]
[ It's so laggy. What kind of lousy website is this? It's so lousy. Can't you choose a better website to live-stream? ]
In the theater, most of the staff had already been seated. Since Xia Wanyuan had not arrived, the Ancient Zither Association began to play its own song.
The lights dimmed and the hall fell silent. The melodious sound of the zither gradually sounded, melodious and long.
[ Although I don't understand, it sounds pretty good. ]
[ Is this called an ancient zither? How is it different from a guzheng? ]
[ I'm a little sleepy. When is Xia Wanyuan coming? I don't understand the zither. ]
[ I only know that the music is playing. Isn't playing the zither to me like playing to a cow? I don't understand either. ]
[ The person in front, you don't have to scold yourself like this. ]
[ Come, come, let's place our bets. Do you guys think Xia Wanyuan will come again today? Although I don't like this ancient zither song, but looking at the master's technique, it's really amazing. Whether Xia Wanyuan comes or not, the outcome will be the same. ]
Everyone scolded the server for being trash in the live-stream while waiting for Xia Wanyuan to appear. Who would have thought that the members of the association would play one song after another? They were about to finish playing all the songs for the concert, but Xia Wanyuan did not come.
Guo Tian smiled disdainfully. When the song ended, he took the microphone beside him and faced the camera. "The concert is about to end. It looks like little friend Xia isn't planning to come today. Then this bet…"
Before Guo Tian could finish speaking, the door of the theater was suddenly opened.
The camera hurriedly moved to the door. Xia Wanyuan, who was dressed in a long dress, stood quietly at the door. She was like a lotus, standing tall and straight.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," Xia Wanyuan said.
[ F*ck. She's so beautiful… ]
[ I agree. Has this face been plasticized before? How can she look so standard? ]
[ Xia Wanyuan has already been ripped apart, okay? Is her plastic surgery still a secret? ]
"It's good that little friend Xia is here. I thought that little friend Xia was not going to come." Guo Tian put down the microphone in his hand and looked at Xia Wanyuan mockingly.
"If I don't come, won't no one win this match?" Xia Wanyuan walked towards the stage in her high heels, looking elegant and neither servile nor overbearing.
"Haha, then I must ask little friend Xia for advice." Hearing Xia Wanyuan's words, Guo Tian seemed to have heard an incredible joke, and his eyes were filled with ridicule.
"How are we competing?" Xia Wanyuan could not be bothered to waste her breath on a hypocrite like Guo Tian.
"Since it's a competition of zither skills, then we'll play the same song." At this point, Guo Tian looked at Xia Wanyuan enviously and disdainfully. "Did little friend Xia bring Feng Xiqin over?"
Xia Wanyuan casually found a seat and sat down. "I didn't bring it. I don't need Feng Xiqin. I'll use yours."
"How can that be good? If word got out, they would say that I, Guo Tian, bullied a little girl like you." Guo Tian was secretly delighted, but he still tried to make excuses.
The zither that Xia Wanyuan had chosen was an ordinary ancient zither used by the accompaniment. It was different from the one that he had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on. Even if Xia Wanyuan had extraordinary skills, could she play flowers with that zither?
"Why are you saying so many hypocritical words when you're playing your zither?" Xia Wanyuan gently strummed the strings of the zither. She did not even glance at Guo Tian, but the words she said were directed at Guo Tian's vitals.
[ Hahahahahahaha, what's with Xia Wanyuan being a little funny? ]
[ What's so funny? Teacher Guo Tian is being nice. What kind of attitude is that? ]
[ I think the most hypocritical person is Xia Wanyuan, alright? How dare she call Master Guo a hypocrite? ]
[ That Guo Tian, he clearly knows that Xia Wanyuan can't win against him, yet he still says these words. Isn't he quite hypocritical? I'm not Xia Wanyuan's fan, and I think Xia Wanyuan is right. ]
"Hmph, then I won't be courteous." Hearing Xia Wanyuan's words that did not give him any face, Guo Tian was too lazy to talk to her anymore and sat down on his chair.
He placed his hand gently on the strings of the zither and gently plucked. The melodious sound of the zither could be heard.
Xia Wanyuan listened quietly for a while, and the corners of her lips twitched. This standard was really nothing. In her previous life, she might have been scolded out of the ancient zither world by her teacher.
After Guo Tian finished playing the first part, he gestured for Xia Wanyuan to keep up with his rhythm. The corners of Xia Wanyuan's lips curled up slightly, and she gently fiddled with her index finger.
The hair of those who knew the zither stood on end.