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Chapter 189 Her musical talent is far more than that
Qiao Yimo followed Hibbert's assistant into the conference room, leaned lazily on the stool, with cold eyes.

Those phoenix eyes were clear and bright, with a touch of doubt, "What are you doing?"

Hibbert was stunned by her uninterrupted movements, and it took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses, and explained: "Do you really not consider our country Y's royal music?"

Hibbert still wanted to fight for it, after all, none of the group of people just now met his expectations.

Qiao Yimo narrowed her phoenix eyes, shook her head, "I don't want to."

"Hey, you have a better choice, and we will fulfill you." Hibbert's tone revealed a touch of disappointment.

Hibbert watched the video of that performance again yesterday, and always felt that this girl's talent in music was far beyond that.

If you can join the Royal Music of Country Y, your future is boundless.

Qiao Yimo hummed lightly.

"You take this contact information. If you figure it out, you can come to us at any time." Hibbert handed the business card in Qiao Yimo's hand, with no concealment of appreciation in his eyes, "Looking forward to your news."

Qiao Yimo took the card with her fair and slender fingers, nodded, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked out of the meeting room.

The students outside the door stared nervously at every move in the meeting room.

Seeing Qiao Yimo coming out, Han Meng hurried forward, "Yimo, why did they ask you to come in?"

Qiao Yimo opened her eyes, glanced at the meeting room, and replied: "It's okay, just play."

Han Meng was half-believing and dubious.

Qiao Anchu at the side relaxed after hearing Qiao Yimo's words.

She still has to be on guard against Qiao Yimo all the time, it's really tiring.

Hibbert's expression in the conference room was not quite right.

"Sir, what should we do now?" the assistant asked in a low voice, if they came to Shengxing Academy with great fanfare to recruit talents but returned empty-handed, it would be a big loss.

This guy named Liang Yin was really arrogant, he actually rejected Hibbert's invitation twice in a row.

Hibbert pursed his lips and did not speak.

At this time, another student walked into the conference room.

Hibbert raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Anchu opposite.

"Mr. Hibbert, we have met."

Qiao Anchu had a faint smile on his face, looking very cute and kind.

Hibbert nodded, pointed to the piano behind him, and said calmly, "Please invite Qiao Anchu to have an interview on the piano."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Anchu glanced at the piano behind her, her eyes lit up instantly, "Okay."

With that said, she walked over to the piano and sat down, taking a deep breath to adjust her breathing.

A few seconds later, bursts of clear and pleasant voices came from the meeting room.

The assistant glanced at Hibbert and said, "It sounds like a song I created myself."

Hibbert nodded and looked at the assistant beside him, "What do you think?"

The assistant didn't dare to make rash comments, after all, he was not in the music circle.

Hibbert smiled lightly, "Speak boldly."

The assistant looked at the girl playing the piano in front of her expressionlessly, and said calmly, "It's not bad, but I always feel that there is something missing."

Hibbert nodded in agreement, "Yes, lack of emotion."

This is a common problem among 20- and [-]-year-old music students, and it is not difficult to correct it.

Seeing that Hibbert hadn't called to stop, Qiao Anchu's fingers naturally didn't stop either.

She was a little apprehensive, wondering whether she hadn't performed perfectly enough.

After a while, Hibbert narrowed his green eyes and said lightly, "It's fine."

(End of this chapter)