BOSS Transmigrates as a Little Cutie - Chapter 128

Chapter 128

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.

It was undoubtedly a spiritual feast for the audience because the young man had enough skill and the most abundant feelings to bring their hearts into the world composed by the music. For the judges, who had been tired all day, where even the simplest notes had become a burden, the smooth and perfect tone was like sweet rain, the sweetest stream, bubbling into their hearts, nourishing the weary travelers who had been walking in the heat of the desert all day.

For the most perfect music has jumped out of the shackles of skill, using heartfelt emotion as a spear to raid their inner city while also carrying them to the front of the line.

Judging is a job, breaking down the layers of each performer and their music. However, no one can deny that the value of music itself is to bring enjoyment to people. Today, each judge seems to have stripped themselves of their identity and is simply enjoying as a music lover the spiritual world presented to them by this young man.

If someone could jump out of the magic of music at this time, they would definitely find that the judges, who were originally seated but could not hide their fatigue, were already relaxed on the back of their chairs and smiling. It was not like they were watching a competition, but instead like they were in nature, receiving the sun’s rays and the sweetest of breezes.

This is just the beginning, and the difficulty brought to Qing Yun by the order of the competition has already broken down.

Although at this point, no one has bothered to consider whether the youth can play the music composed by five composers alone. But there is no doubt about the fact that the obstacle of several lives is not a problem at all for Qing Yun.

He has had a long life to comprehend the Three Thousand Great Dao1 before, and now he uses different identities, faces, and perspectives to see different worlds.

And most importantly, he is not a bystander but one who suffered and one who avenges. In each world, he understands the plight he finds himself in and also uses his own resentment and pride to turn his life around.

Now, Qing Yun presents all his experiences to the audience through this piece. Through this music, the lives of different people he has experienced are finally integrated with him in their entirety.

This is a long piece of music, and obviously the composition of five people. The audience felt like they were watching hundreds of lives, enduring thousands of sufferings, and finally overriding the rules as the victor. Sometimes they look on with cold eyes, but there is always a place that touches their hearts and makes them empathize.

After the song, there was thunderous applause. The audience had not yet gotten out of their complicated state of mind but could only gaze at the young man on stage with admiration. However, they found that the young man on the stage also seems to be a little different. The light in his downcast eyes has not yet faded, and it touched their hearts just like the music.

The judges at the judges’ table have long been swept away. They can no longer even look at the teenager on the stage with the critical eye of a judge looking at a contestant. Rosef said bluntly: “This is a miracle. No one can deny it, he has even surpassed us.”

No one could refute Rosef’s words. Someone once again remembered that when the teenager called Little Feather, at the age of twelve, appeared in the sight of the crowd at first, it surprised people beyond belief.

Because there is no knowing why a young boy could present his feelings and experience in music hardly inferior to any adult.

And now, the same teenager gave them a surprise again. He could not only give “Flowing Water” unprecedented emotions but also make people feel hundreds of lives in “Concerto in D major”.

Some people thought that for this piece, five people to express five different lives was all that could be done. When they assumed that the youth would make a mistake in one of the movements, the teenager played it perfectly in a way that surpassed people’s imagination.

The silent pop-ups on the online stream reappeared with a different kind of exclamation.

[I now believe that there is genius, at least in music. Reasonably speaking, how can a teenager have such a rich life experience, but he has just done it.]

[You look at his eyes. The emotions presented in his eyes are the same as the music. I believe this is why the machine cannot replace the performer, because although machines can simulate the tone of the instrument without fail, they cannot bring out such complex feelings!

[This teenager is definitely an angel. God sent him down to endure a hundred kinds of life and sufferings before he can return to heaven, and every piece of music he plays always boils down to the beauty of life in the end. I firmly believe that he came to spread the gospel for God!

This obviously religious comment was surprisingly supported by a large number of netizens, even though most of them were atheists.

The rest of the contestants waited in the lounge and watched Xiang Chenyu’s performance from a close distance. These proud children finally admitted that this “musical prodigy”, who had been around their ears since childhood, was true to his title.

Xiang Chenjin took his phone and watched the endless comments on the Internet. Standing beside him, one of the contestants who applauded with him sighed with despondency: “The result of today’s competition, at the very least the top has been decided, right?”

With that said, he gave a bitter smile. Initially, positioning Xiang Chenyu as the last player on the stage, although he was proud of himself and did not participate in this matter, he still snickered in his heart when he heard the news.

Now it turns out that in front of people who are really strong, all schemes and tricks are nothing.

He looked at Xiang Chenjin, smiled again, and said, “The second place should be decided as well, Chenjin you have always been the best. Now, the first and second have been obtained by your Xiang family.”

Hearing this, Xiang Chenjin smiled with honor, as if he was really happy for his brother because he had won the championship.

His performance in the competition has been very consistent, and Xiang Chenjin’s musical talent surpasses most. He had the darkest childhood, so he could bring out the most painful parts of the music straight to people’s hearts.

Once others were curious about this great grief and anger he expressed, Xiang Chenjin took the opportunity to reveal his identity. The people learned that this young son of the Xiang family had actually encountered trafficking as a child and grew up in the darkest orphanage. This could not help but greatly attract the people’s sympathy and create a wave of fans for Xiang Chenjin.

At the same time, people also compared Xiang Chenyu and Xiang Chenjin, the two brothers. The conclusion was, of course, that Xiang Chenyu was a lucky child who was able to learn the violin at the orphanage and was later blessed by the Xiang family.

If there was no Xiang Chenyu, Xiang Chenjin would not only be the first in the preliminary round, but also the first in the final round. No one else could surpass him, and that’s why the only young man in front of Xiang Chenjin looked so striking.

Although Xiang Chenjin has a smile on his face, his fingers were turning the phone in his hand with slight annoyance.

“But for the finals, I think you have a better chance of winning.” The contestant added, “Because that piece you improvised in the classroom the other day was really good. Have you written down the score?”

“It’s ready. I hope I can play this piece on the stage of the finals.” Xiang Chenjin replied, speaking frankly, “I only had some inspiration when I played it at that time, and it was only with the help of Mr. Turris that I finished the piece.”

At this moment, Xiang Chenyu came down from the stage. He indifferently brushed past Xiang Chenjin and walked towards a certain corner where he always stayed.

The contestant standing next to Xiang Chenjin couldn’t help but shrug when he saw Xiang Chenyu’s attitude and said to Xiang Chenjin, “Although I admit that your brother is really great, his attitude is still annoying.”

Xiang Chenjin was busy smiling and saying good things for Xiang Chenyu, but his words made that player’s impression of Xiang Chenyu even worse.

Finally dismissing those around him, Xiang Chenjin indifferently looked at a comment on his phone praising Xiang Chenyu. Thinking of the sheet of music he picked up, which was not yet completed but filled with all kinds of bitterness and despair, he could not help but smile maliciously.

Angel? An angel shouldn’t have written the devil’s music. This song should be played by him, the devil.

The winner of this round is undoubtedly Xiang Chenyu, whose fame has reached the level of the sky. The music industry is wildly discussing this magical young man.

And Xiang Chenjin was ranked second. The first and second were all taken by the Xiang family, and Father and Mother Xiang naturally followed the glory. Although Father Xiang was startled by Xiang Chenyu’s fame at first, he still openly accepted the praise of various netizens.

There were even a large number of Xiang Chenyu’s fans who flocked to his father’s personal page to thank him for teaching Xiang Chenyu and for raising him in the Xiang family.

[Thank you, Father Xiang for taking good care of Little Feather so that our little angel can play such great music.]

[Wow, dad is simply awesome, both sons are so well taught.]

[Really thankful to the Xiang family for adopting Little Feather. Otherwise, he might not have been able to use his talent to such an extent.]

The netizens were sincerely thanking Father Xiang. After all, in their opinion, how can life in an orphanage compare to the Xiang family? It is definitely great luck that an orphan of unknown origin can enter a family of music like the Xiang family.

No one knows what kind of life Xiang Chenyu lived in the Xiang family. They shared half of his glory and put it on Father and Mother Xiang.

Even some of Xiang Chenjin’s extreme fans were disgusted with Xiang Chenyu for stealing the spotlight from him after stealing Xiang Chenjin’s parents.

Father Xiang was complimented by the netizens, and the pride in his heart was even greater. He really took all the credit for Xiang Chenyu’s ability to play such beautiful music. Looking at the netizens who kept pouring into his personal page, Father Xiang almost gave up on his plan. However, he instantly came to his senses. These netizens’ comments can’t help him pay off his gambling debts, so what’s the use of them?

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1. Three, in Taoism is a changing number, representing the inexact number. Three Thousand Great Dao is just a general term, indicating that there are many ways and means that cannot be counted. As long as one can obtain the Dao, it is one of the Dao methods. Each person has their own Dao(“Way”). The so-called Three Thousand Great Dao, each way leads to the end, which is the Heavenly Dao.