No wonder the commotion was so loud just now.
It turns out there was not only thunder but also the loud noise of a landslide.
Everyone was deeply shocked, thinking of the recent excavation of Nuwa’s tomb at Qingcheng Mountain. Indeed, ancient tombs shouldn’t be dug up recklessly. This is the Heavenly God punishing mankind.
Xi Rubao, who helped an old lady cross the street twice and came back again, sat in the back row and suddenly thought of Gu Jingyan when she saw the news. Could he have skipped class to dig that tomb!
She nervously asked Wu Minghao, "Fatty, do you think Mr. Gu fell into the tomb?"
Wu Minghao: "What, worried about your future brother-in-law?"
Xi Rubao pouted, "Not at all! I’m just performing good deeds, caring for a classmate!"
Wu Minghao didn’t have time to deal with Gu Jingyan; he was all gossiping as he pointed to the front row, "Look, look, the big shots are fighting over Zuzi, hahaha!"
Xi Rubao was excited too, "Where? Where?"
[Indeed, a tomb-digging boy doesn’t deserve concern.]
As Zuzi left the stage, the big shots couldn’t sit still.
Huangfu Yaxian’s fingers trembled, clutching his heart, "Fu Xiqin, Fu Xiqin, this girl uses nothing but treasures. I’ve decided, she must enter our Imperial University Music College..."
Before he could finish, Dean Tang next to him was unhappy, "Hey, hey, I spotted Zuzi first, and I was just about to report back to recruit her into the Foreign Language Institute!"
Huangfu Yaxian sneered, "Didn’t you just set up an English competition? I heard the spots you’re offering don’t even interest this girl. What’s the point of special recruitment if she won’t go."
"How do you know Zuzi won’t go, hmph!"
"Because she doesn’t like Western stuff. What’s so great about English? It’s just a tool compared to our profound Chinese characters and culture, hmph."
"You...! Our Foreign Language Institute offers high scholarships!"
"Haha, our Music College provides big houses and exclusive practice rooms."
"Our Foreign Language Institute offers admission with lowered grades!"
"Our Music College offers admission without exams."
The two of them stood with hands on their hips, glaring angrily at each other, unable to resolve the dispute.
The head of the Mathematics Department, an expert in college entrance exam questions, Zhou Huaxiong, casually inserted, "Zaibo is a math prodigy. I’ve already recommended her to the Imperial University Mathematics Research Institute. Her talent should be used on high-precision subjects like mathematics. What’s English or some musical instruments, just consider them hobbies. The main career should be to become a math expert and tech giant to contribute to the nation and leave a lasting legacy, only that matches Zaibo’s talent."
He paused and added, "Are you all still dreaming of taking her as a student? How funny. I’ve already taken Zaibo as my teacher!"
That look was both proud and smug.
It made the other two so angry their beards seemed to smoke.
The three old men argued openly in the concert hall, doing their utmost to recruit her.
The audience in the concert hall was left stunned.
Meanwhile, on stage, holding her violin, ready to regroup and restore her position as the center of attention, Xi Ruzhu was left tearful and speechless.
No one wanted to continue listening to her play the violin.
All the big shots were fighting over Zuzi, the audience was watching the show, and the rest were checking news about the tomb excavation gossip... In short, not a single person cared about her.
The solo concert she had meticulously prepared for over a year was wasted just like that.
She stood pitifully on the stage.
Unseen, her face had turned into a sieve.
Zuzi carried her Fu Xiqin and left the concert hall.
Walking to a secluded place.
Her lazy expression suddenly turned cold.
She tossed the Fu Xiqin into the air, and with a long finger, cast a spell in the void.
The Fu Xiqin was instantly like a pitiful creature held by the throat, hanging upside down under the sky, "Cough cough, little ancestor, Qin Qin hurts!"
Zuzi remained unmoved, "Speak. Where is he?"