You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

A welcoming banquet rife with undercurrents ultimately ended in an eerily harmonious atmosphere thanks to Lin Chen's masterful handling of the situation.

After the meal, Ye Qingcheng and Jiang Tingxue took their leave because they still had work to do.

Su Qingge was led by the hand by Shen Manyun, and they chatted about everyday things, with Su Qingge acting like a prospective daughter-in-law.

Su Ke'er followed closely behind Lin Chen like a little tail.

She took Lin Chen's arm and swayed it gently, her big, watery eyes filled with expectation and a hint of coquetry.

"Brother Lin Chen, are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chen was clearing away the dishes when he felt a soft touch on his arm, and his heart fluttered slightly.

"Tomorrow afternoon, our school will be holding its annual 'Citywide Campus Classical Music Festival,' and I am the instructor of our school band."

Su Ke'er's face showed a hint of pride and nervousness.

"I...I'd like to invite you to our show, okay?"

Looking into her expectant eyes, Lin Chen simply couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"Okay, I'll definitely be there tomorrow afternoon."

"Yay! That's awesome!"

Su Ke'er was so happy she almost jumped up. She tiptoed and quickly kissed Lin Chen on the cheek, then ran away blushing like a startled little rabbit.

The following afternoon, the auditorium of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School was packed with people, with no seats available.

Lin Chen sat down in the reserved seat in the audience, following the location sent by Su Ke'er.

He was dressed in simple casual clothes, and blended in with the students and parents without looking out of place.

Su Ke'er was leading a group of students in matching school uniforms, nervously making final preparations backstage.

She saw Lin Chen in the distance, waved vigorously at him, and her face was filled with a happy and sweet smile.

The music festival was about to begin.

On the judging panel, several experts from the city's music association sat upright.

In the very center sat a man who looked to be around forty years old, with slicked-back hair, wearing a flashy burgundy suit, and an arrogant expression.

He is Richard Richard, the specially invited chief judge of this music festival, who is known as a returned overseas piano master who has returned with honors from the Vienna Golden Hall.

After several schools' performances, it was finally Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School's turn.

The student band, guided by Su Ke'er, played an adapted version of "Radetzky March." Although the students' skills were still a bit immature, their performance was full of emotion, youthful vigor, and vitality.

When the song ended, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

However, Richard, sitting on the judges' panel, slowly picked up the microphone, his face filled with undisguised contempt and sarcasm.

"Stop! Stop right there!"

His shrill voice, amplified by the speakers, reverberated throughout the auditorium, instantly cooling the previously enthusiastic atmosphere.

"I just can't listen to this anymore!"

Richard spoke in an extremely exaggerated and heartbroken tone.

"What is this?! It's pure noise! ​​Absolutely no rhythm, no soul! You're defiling this great piece, do you even realize that?"

His words were like a bucket of ice water, poured over the heads of the students who had just been excited about their successful performance.

The smiles on the children's faces froze instantly, and they stood on the stage, bewildered.

Su Ke'er's face turned deathly pale instantly. She quickly walked to the edge of the stage, picked up the microphone, and tried her best to speak in a calm tone while suppressing her anger.

"Master Richard, the children are just amateurs, they've done their best, and I think they performed..."

What do you think?

Richard sneered, interrupting her, his lecherous eyes brazenly sweeping over Su Ke'er's shapely figure.

"Teacher Su, right? I heard you're an instructor? With your level of skill, you think you're qualified to teach music? I doubt you even understand the most basic music theory!"

His voice was so insulting that it made the teachers and parents in the audience frown.

"I think we should do this."

Richard's lips curled into a lewd smile, and he lowered his voice, but it still came through the microphone clearly to everyone's ears.

"How about you come to my hotel room tonight, and I'll give you some private 'guidance' on what true classical music really is? What do you say?"

This statement is no longer a comment, but a blatant act of harassment and humiliation!

"you!"

Su Ke'er was so angry that she trembled all over, and her eyes instantly turned red.

She never expected that this so-called "master" would say such vulgar and shameless things in such a public setting!

The teachers and school leaders around her all had ashen faces, but because of Richard's status in the industry and the background of his sponsors, not one of them dared to stand up for Su Ke'er.

The entire auditorium fell into a deathly silence.

The students watched as their beloved teacher was publicly humiliated, filled with righteous indignation, yet powerless to do anything about it.

Su Ke'er stood there, feeling as if she had been stripped naked and exposed to everyone's gaze. Feeling wronged, angry, and helpless, all sorts of emotions welled up in her heart, and tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes.

Just then, a figure slowly stood up from the audience.

Lin Chen's eyes were as cold as a block of ice that would never melt.

He originally just wanted to quietly watch a performance and support Su Ke'er.

But this fool, who doesn't know his own limitations, actually dared to bully his woman right in front of him.

He strode out of the audience, ignoring everyone's gaze, and walked step by step onto the stage.

He walked over to Su Ke'er, who was too angry to speak, gently patted her shoulder, and then took the microphone from her hand.

He looked at Richard, who was sitting on the judges' panel with a bewildered expression, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he spoke calmly.

"The soul of classical music?"

"Someone like you, who can only type out sheet music and whose ears are blocked by desire, is just a keyboard player."

Lin Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority and clearly resonated throughout the entire auditorium.

"You dare to talk about the soul?"

Richard's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Lin Chen, cursing him out.

"Who the hell do you think you are! Where did this stray dog ​​come from! Security! Where's security! Throw him out!"