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Despite public pressure, Su Bai did not give up.

Kyoto Conservatory of Music.

The bulletin board next to the college gate is usually used to display honors.

Congratulations to Li Ming from the Piano Department for qualifying for the Chopin International Piano Competition.

"Warmly congratulate the Department of Folk Music on the successful completion of its exchange performance at the Vienna Golden Hall."

"Notice regarding the selection of outstanding students to participate in the Berlin Philharmonic Master Class."

Each promotional poster exudes an air of elegance.

But today, right in the middle of this notice, there's an A4 sheet of paper that looks out of place.

The paper was even a little wrinkled, as if it had been casually torn out of the printer.

A few lines of text were hastily written on it with the thickest marker.

[Hiring a violinist]

【Require:】

[I don't look at grade certificates or competition awards.]

Your music must contain a sound capable of tearing the soul apart.

Contact Person: Healing Animation, Su Bai. Phone: 138xxxxxxxx

Below this text was a line of handwritten sheet music.

It was during the peak time for students to leave school.

The bulletin board was surrounded by students carrying expensive musical instruments.

"puff!"

A guy in a custom-made suit couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Has Su Bai gone mad from excessive stress? Coming to a place like our academy to recruit?"

A girl next to him took a step back in disgust.

"Is that the animator who got kicked out by Professor Yan yesterday? Good heavens, how dare he even post notices?"

"To attract attention and gain popularity."

The man in the suit pointed to the lower line of sheet music with a disdainful look.

"Look at this section, isn't it a variation of the 'Introduction and Rondo Capriccio'?"

"But he reversed the dynamic markings! This clearly requires a soft legato, yet he marked it as very forte? It sounds like sawing wood! It's utter nonsense!"

"Hahaha, an amateur instructing an expert, that's hilarious."

Laughter rose and fell.

To these privileged individuals who had received the most orthodox classical music education since childhood, this job posting was like a clumsy performance by a clown.

Nobody took it seriously.

Some people even took out their phones to take pictures and post them on WeChat Moments with captions.

"No matter how outrageous it is, there will always be people who want to challenge the bottom line of art."

On the periphery of the crowd.

A thin girl was struggling to squeeze through the crowd with her head down.

She was wearing a faded denim jacket, and the edges of her canvas shoes were coming unglued.

The most eye-catching thing was the slightly worn violin case on her back.

The edges of the violin case were severely worn, exposing the composite board inside.

But he carefully blackened it with a black marker, trying to cover up the shabby appearance.

Linxi.

I am a doctoral candidate in violin at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music.

It was also the biggest joke in the entire college.

"Excuse me, could you please make way?"

Her voice was hoarse.

The students around her, all dressed in fine clothes, looked at her as if she were some kind of ominous creature.

They all frowned and moved aside, their eyes full of disdain.

"Isn't this that self-taught Lin Xi?"

"I heard she was scolded by her teacher and cried again yesterday, apparently because she added unnecessary embellishments while playing the violin."

"My advisor said that if she can't shake off her street-smart attitude by the end of this semester, she'll have to be expelled. Tsk tsk, she finally got into a PhD program, and it turns out she's just a violinist who doesn't use her brain."

"Who told her to come from a poor family? She's been playing the violin at weddings and funerals since she was little to make a living. That vulgarity is ingrained in her bones and can't be washed away."

The harsh whispers and comments pierced Lin Xi's ears without restraint.

She bit her lip hard, her nails digging deep into her palms.

The spirit of the martial arts world.

Outrageous.

Not up to par.

There are no rules.

These labels were like mountains, pressing down on her and making it hard for her to breathe.

She just wanted to play the violin.

She simply felt that if that note didn't burst forth here, the emotions in her heart couldn't be expressed.

Why must music be as precise as a metronome?

Why keep your emotions locked inside?

Lin Xi felt her eyes burning. She didn't want to stay here for another second; she just wanted to leave this suffocating place as soon as possible.

Just as she was about to walk past the bulletin board.

A gust of wind blew by.

The A4 paper was blown up by a corner, making a crisp rustling sound.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Lin Xi raised her head and glanced at it.

Just one glance.

She froze on the spot.

The surrounding laughter seemed to vanish at that moment.

In her world, all that remained was that blank sheet of paper and that line of sheet music that everyone ridiculed as wrong.

That was the climax of the "Introduction and Rondo Capriccio".

But in that section that should have been a graceful transition, someone used a rough brushstroke to draw a huge accent mark.

There is another line of comment below.

"Don't pull it like a machine. Imagine it as your last breath; make it painful, ruthless, and suffocating for the audience!"

The moment I saw these words.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had cleaved open Lin Xi's chaotic mind.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her breathing became rapid instantly.

Isn't this the sound she's been wanting to make but hasn't dared to?

Countless times in the music room, when she played this passage, the beast inside her roared, wanting to break free of its restraints and smash her fingers into the strings.

But each time, he faced reprimands from his tutor, ridicule from his classmates, and threats of dropping out.

All of this forced her to suppress that impulse, turning it into a standard but lifeless melody.

But now.

Someone actually wrote this mistake down on paper.

Lin Xi's gaze trembled as she looked up and saw the job posting.

This is practically a search for her.

This was practically written for her!

"Hey, Lin Xi, what are you looking at? Are you staring blankly?"

The boy in the suit noticed Lin Xi's unusual behavior and chuckled.

"You're interested in this too? Oh right, I forgot, this messy, eccentric style is a perfect match for you. It's like trash with junk, a match made in heaven!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter erupted around them.

Lin Xi ignored them.

Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.

If we don't seize this opportunity...

She knew that she might only ever be a mediocre, conventional pianist in her life.

Or, give up the violin altogether.

With trembling hands, she pulled the old phone with the cracked screen from her pocket.

I took a picture of that A4 sheet of paper that everyone was laughing at.

Then, she turned around, carrying the worn-out violin case on her back, and stumbled out of the crowd amidst the strange looks from everyone.

……

In a dark alley behind the school.

Lin Xi leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Her hands were shaking so badly that she dialed the wrong number several times.

On the screen, the string of numbers seemed to possess some kind of magic.

"A healing animation, Su Bai."

She murmured to herself, her voice choked with sobs.

Does anyone really need this kind of voice?

Is there really anyone who can understand that kind of heart-wrenching pain?

Lin Xi closed her eyes, and the image of her father carrying bricks at a construction site to buy her a piano came to mind.

The image of her mentor's indifferent expression as he threw her sheet music on the ground came to mind.

Even if he's a fraud, I'll accept it.

She gritted her teeth and pressed the call button.

The call was connected.

It was very quiet on the other side; the only sound was the faint rustling of paper turning.

"Feed?"

A young man's voice came through.

The voice was very calm.

There was no impatience as I had imagined, nor any haughty arrogance.

Lin Xi opened her mouth, but found that her throat was blocked and she could not make a sound.

She took a deep breath, gripped her phone tightly, and with all her might, shouted out the words she had kept bottled up inside for over a decade.

"I know how to play that piece of music!"

"I know how to make a violin produce a heart-wrenching sound!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Lin Xi's heart jumped into her throat, and cold sweat streamed down her forehead.

Did I make a mistake again?

Just as she was about to hang up the phone in despair.

A soft laugh came from the receiver.

"Take your instrument with you."

On the other end of the phone, Su Bai exhaled a smoke ring, his tone becoming crisp and decisive.

"Now, right now, come to Heal Animation Co., Ltd."

"Let me hear what kind of sound your instrument can produce."

beep.

The phone hangs up.

Lin Xi stood in the dark alley, holding her phone, tears streaming down her face.

But a fire was now burning in those eyes that had been lifeless.

She wiped away her tears and tightened the violin case on her back.

Even if hell lies ahead.

As long as I can let her play the violin to her heart's content.

She went to try her luck too!