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The front desk, inside the concert hall.

The stands were packed, but the atmosphere was incredibly somber.

Several contestants were thoroughly berated by Zhang Jianguo, leaving the remaining contestants backstage trembling with fear, and no one dared to go on stage.

Zhang Jianguo sat arrogantly in the center of the judges' panel, picked up his thermos with the association's logo, took a sip of goji berry water, and looked smug.

He enjoyed the feeling of having the power of life and death over others. With just a word from him, the students' hard work of more than ten years would be wasted.

"Where's the next contestant? Why isn't he coming up yet? If you don't want to compete, get out of here and don't waste everyone's time!" Zhang Jianguo shouted impatiently into the microphone.

Just then, the red velvet curtain on the side of the stage was lifted.

Su Ke'er, dressed in a simple white dress and holding a sandalwood violin, walked confidently onto the stage.

A slight commotion immediately arose from the audience.

"Holy crap, who is this? She's so beautiful!"

"Isn't this the coach of the female player who was just scolded and cried?"

"What's she doing up here? Trying to get justice for the students? This is going to be interesting!"

When Zhang Jianguo saw Su Ke'er, he was stunned for a moment, and then a look of contempt appeared on his face.

He picked up the microphone and said sarcastically, "Oh, isn't this Teacher Su? What, your students aren't good enough, so you're planning to step in yourself? I advise you not to embarrass yourself. Your students are like sawing wood; your own level probably isn't much better, is it?"

A low chuckle came from the audience, and several judges who wanted to curry favor with Zhang Jianguo chimed in.

Su Ke'er did not refute Zhang Jianguo's insults.

She walked quietly to the microphone in the center of the stage, her posture upright.

"Distinguished judges and audience members, I am Su Ke'er. Today, as your instructor, I will be giving you a demonstration performance."

After saying that, she took a half step back and steadily placed the sandalwood violin on her shoulder.

Zhang Jianguo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking at her with a mocking expression, ready to start nitpicking as soon as she finished playing the first note.

Su Ke'er closed her eyes.

Her mind was free of any distractions, filled only with a pure love for music and the absolute sense of security Lin Chen gave her.

The moment the specially made bow touches the bulletproof fiber strings.

Su Ke'er suddenly exerted force on her wrist.

"Clang!"

A high-pitched, ethereal note burst forth from the violin case in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, a melody as powerful as a storm poured down!

She played what is widely recognized in the violin world as a virtuoso masterpiece – "The Devil's Trill".

Thanks to the special resonance structure provided by Lin Chen's god-level instrument making, the sound produced by this instrument is unlike anything that a human instrument could produce.

The music was so pure and without a trace of impurity that each note seemed to materialize, carrying a terrifying penetrating power that struck the very depths of the soul of everyone present.

The once noisy concert hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaping-mouthed at Su Ke'er on the stage.

They felt as if the music had pulled them into a vast starry sky, their souls trembling wildly with the melody. Those ordinary audience members who didn't understand music felt goosebumps all over, and their eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.

On the judges' panel.

Zhang Jianguo's initially disdainful expression froze completely the moment he heard the first note.

Although he is a person of low character, he has been in the music industry for so many years and still has basic appreciation skills.

That music!

That tone!

This expressive power is terrifying!

How is this possible?!

Zhang Jianguo stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his body involuntarily leaning forward, wanting to hear more clearly.

He felt as if the music was an invisible giant hammer, smashing his heart and shattering his pride and arrogance.

It's so perfect! Absolutely breathtaking!

Even the world's top violin masters he had met, with their multi-million dollar violins, could never produce such a soul-stirring sound!

Zhang Jianguo's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Clatter!"

The expensive thermos in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, splashing scalding hot goji berry water all over his trouser leg.

But he was completely oblivious, staring intently at the sandalwood violin on the stage that emitted a ghostly glow, like a madman who had seen a ghost.

As the last, magnificent high note faded away.

Su Ke'er put away her bow, slowly opened her eyes, and bowed deeply.

The entire concert hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A full ten seconds passed.

I don't know who clapped first.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous applause erupted, almost lifting the roof off the concert hall!

"Holy crap! That's awesome! I feel like my soul has ascended to heaven!"

"This is real music! I actually cried while listening to it!"

"With this level of skill, she could easily give a solo recital at the Vienna Musikverein! Who said she looked like someone sawing wood?"

All the audience members stood up and applauded and cheered wildly.

Several veteran judges sitting next to Zhang Jianguo were so moved that tears streamed down their faces, and they slapped the table and cheered.

Zhang Jianguo slumped in his chair, his face ashen. Hearing the deafening applause around him, he felt as if each clap was a resounding slap across his old face.