I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Chapter 370: Housewife radar activated!

Just as everyone in the audience was talking, the performance on the stage finally began.

The first performance was a solo on the organ.

When the piano-like keys were pressed, a strong airflow immediately blew through the towering pipes integrated into the walls of the opera house, and the high-pitched tones instantly drowned out all the whispers from the audience.

This is a magnificent and solemn piece of music. As the elderly performer's back on the stage sometimes leans left and sometimes right, the melody also rises and falls continuously, making the listeners feel as if they are in a church when they close their eyes.

Even a rough guy like Kogoro Mori was immersed in it, with an intoxicated look on his face.

Because it was just a test before the rehearsal, the music lasted less than two minutes before it ended, so we only played one measure.

However, it was not until a long time after the song ended that everyone finally came to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they all applauded and expressed their heartfelt praise.

"As expected of Mr. Hondou, even the live performance is as stunning as the one recorded on the TV show."

While clapping her hands, Sonoko looked at the young man next to her who had been sitting in his seat from the beginning, motionless without even a change in his expression, like a Buddha.

"How do you feel, Sera-kun?"

"...It's good, not bad."

Serabel gave what he considered to be a fairly fair assessment.

It's good because Domoto Issei's playing skills are indeed superb, but unfortunately, Serabel really doesn't have much musical talent, which resulted in him not feeling anything when others were fascinated by it.

But I don’t feel it’s bad or disgusting or anything like that, so I can only say it’s okay.

At this time, the tiger-toothed girl sitting on Serabelle's right leaned over with a smile and said, "Ah, there's no point in asking my brother this kind of question. He doesn't have any artistic talent. Even if you show him a sunflower painted by Van Gogh, he will only tell you 'pretty good, not bad'."

“Oh, I see…”

Realizing that he was talking to a deaf ear, Yuanzi's mouth twitched slightly in embarrassment.

On the other side, Domoto Isshige on the stage had just finished playing and stood up to bow 30 degrees to both sides of the audience. Then, several people came out from behind the scenes on the side of the stage leading to the backstage.

"Ah, Domoto, your performance is still as perfect as always."

The one walking in front was a thin old man with long middle-parted white hair. From his expression and tone, he seemed to be very familiar with Domoto Issei.

"Ah, that's Mr. Puhejiang."

Yuanzi recognized the old man with white hair parted in the middle at a glance and gave him some scientific knowledge.

"Mr. Fuwa Takumi has been Mr. Domoto Ikki's exclusive tuner for 35 years. He has been his partner since they were young. He retired a few years ago when Mr. Domoto Ikki switched to playing the organ. But now he has been hired by us as the director of this opera house."

"And did you see the fat blond German man following Mr. Puhejiang? He is Mr. Domoto Issei's personal organ tuner. His name is Hans Mueller. Even though they seem to be getting along very well now, it is said that they spent a long time getting used to each other in the beginning."

"Then the young man standing between Mr. Domoto Isshiki and Hans Muller, with a hairstyle similar to Beethoven, acting as the translator between the two, is called Domoto Genye. He is Mr. Domoto Isshiki's son. He inherited his father's skills when he was young and is now also a pianist."

"The two female college students following behind, the one biting her fingernails and looking a little neurotic is Yamane Shion, the eighth graduate of Domoto Music Academy, and the one who looks more cheerful is Chigusa Lala, the ninth graduate."

"The former, Ms. Shion Yamane, is the violinist at the concert next week. I heard she was originally a substitute, but because the original violinist was seriously injured in the explosion at the Domoto Music Academy last week, she had no choice but to come. But this is also an opportunity for her."

After saying so many words in a row, Sonoko paused for a moment, took a breath, and then continued.

"But Ms. Chigusa Lala is not so lucky. She is the soprano substitute, and unless something unexpected happens, she will not be performing in the concert next week."

Because the original violinist was seriously injured and hospitalized, the substitute had to be substituted, but the original soprano was not hospitalized, so the substitute still had no chance... Well, this makes sense.

"But now the backup soprano has arrived on the stage, where is the real soprano?" Sera Masumi was a little confused, "And didn't they say they were going to rehearse today? Why didn't they even come? Is she such a big shot?"

"To be honest, it's a big name..."

Sonoko scratched his cheek and lowered his voice a little.

"But I am here today."

"where?"

The girl with tiger teeth was stunned.

"It's there," Yuanzi raised his hand and pointed.

Following the direction she was pointing at, I saw that Miss Sonoko was pointing at the far right side of the entire front row of the audience.

Because the entire performance hall was so huge, even a single row of seats was enough to accommodate two high school classes. The distance between the seats was so long that when they first came in, they didn't even notice that there was a person at the very edge of the first row.

She was a beautiful woman with fair skin and quite young looks, with pretty features and a hint of heroic spirit between her eyebrows. Her long black wavy hair was tied into a bun with a hairband, which looked very wifey-like and fell from one side of her neck along her shoulder to her chest. The long bangs on both sides of her forehead casually fell on her cheeks, and the ends of her hair hooked up a delicate jawline.

She just sat there quietly, looking at the music score in her hands without saying a word. She was majestic without saying a word, just like a young empress.

"Hey, I remember her as... eh, I can't remember her name right away?"

Masumi Sera blurted out the name subconsciously because he felt it looked familiar, but he got stuck when he was about to say the name.

Fortunately, Sonoko answered for her: "It's Miss Akiba Reiko."

"Oh, yes, Akiba Reiko, I remember that's the name."

After being reminded, Masumi Sera reacted immediately and nodded quickly.

"I remember her. She seemed to be very famous. I saw reports about her several times when I watched TV."

"Yes, she is a very famous soprano in Japan, almost the best."

When Yuanzi said this, he couldn't help but sigh again.

"But it's a pity that such an excellent person is so unfortunate."

"Unlucky?"

"Well, it was reported that her fiancé died three years ago after driving off a cliff due to drinking."

"This, this is it."

The topic suddenly became heavy, and the two female high school students didn't want to continue.

Only Serabelle, who was caught in the middle, began to think about the usage of Japanese.

A woman whose fiancé has passed away...should she be called a widow?

Chapter 371 The cold Qiuting Lianzi

After a brief greeting on the stage, Domoto waved and sat back in front of the organ, turned his head and nodded to the number one substitute, Yamane Shion, who was holding a violin behind him.

"Okay, let's try playing an ensemble first."

"Yes……"

Maybe it was because she thought that this was the first and possibly the only time in her life that she would have the opportunity to step onto such a grand stage, but Yamane Shion was obviously a little nervous and took several deep breaths before she calmed down.

She got into position, placed the bow on the strings, and melodious music immediately flowed out from her slender fingertips like running water.

This is not a formal ensemble, just a simple sound test, just like a singer would make a few "ah" sounds to test his strength before singing.

As the saying goes, great teachers make great disciples.

Although Domoto Issei started out as a pianist and later switched to the field of organ, he is a world-class master in both fields after all, and his reputation is there for you to see. Even if the students who graduated from the music school he founded are not specialized in piano and organ, they have extremely high attainments in other musical instruments.

Therefore, Yamane Shion's violin performance was just like Domoto Issei's organ performance before. Just the beginning made everyone in the audience immersed in it.

The only person who had not spoken a word or responded in any way from the beginning and had just been sitting quietly at the edge of the front row was Reiko Akiba, who stood up.

She put down the music score in her hand, stood up and threw it on the seat, raised her head and looked at Yamane Shion who was playing the violin on the stage. She sighed softly, and her clear and beautiful voice instantly interrupted the performance.

"It seems that you are still not at the level where you can perform on the same stage with me."

"..."

This is indeed a rather lofty statement.

Maybe people who don't play in a band don't have any intuitive feelings about it, but if you slightly translate it, it's like this - originally the five of you agreed in the group to start a black car team together tonight, but when you go into the game at night and enter the room number to prepare to join the team, a big guy in the game suddenly says, "Hey, why are you at this level? You're not worthy of playing with us", and then he's about to kick you out.

The same behavior is nothing if it happens on the Internet, where people are expected to be extremely aggressive with each other across the screen.

But in real life, especially if you say this to someone in public, it would be somewhat insulting.

However, Yamane Shion didn't even say a word of rebuttal, she just put down the violin in her hand and bowed 90 degrees.

"Sorry……"

Such a humble attitude made people feel distressed. Even the teacher Tang Qiben Yihui couldn't stand it and had no choice but to plead for his student.

"Well, it's still early anyway, let's practice one more time."

"Oh...I hope so."

Seeing that the other party said so, Reiko Akiba didn't want to continue to worry about it. She shrugged and sat down again.

And Domoto turned his gaze to his students.

"So Ziyin, let's get started."

"Um……"

Yamane Shion nodded, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and picked up the violin again.

This time it was a duet of organ and violin.

but.

It was interrupted just after it started.

"No, no, absolutely not!"

Domoto released his hands from the organ keys and turned to look at his students again, his old face full of disappointment.

"What are you pooping? Can you please poop properly? What were you doing the past week?"

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Yamane Shion was speechless and could only bow and apologize.

In the audience, Xiaolan stroked the horn of her auspicious beast in confusion.

"Is there something wrong with this? It sounds good to me."

"Me too, I don't think there's anything wrong with it at all."

Miss Sonoko was also confused.

Serabelle: “zzz~”

He barely wiped it and was about to fall asleep.

"No, it's not that she has a problem playing it." Masumi Sera explained, "Miss Shion's playing is accurate, but she didn't bring out the timbre that a Stradivarius violin should have."

“Tesla…”

Hearing the voice from her sister beside her, Serabelle suddenly came back to her senses and her tongue became tied.

It was the first time he discovered that English could be so difficult to pronounce.

"It's a Stradivarius," Sera Masumi repeated. "But this shouldn't happen to a violinist of her level. Logically speaking, each violinist's violin may not be the best, but it is definitely the most suitable one, and the one that he or she knows best."

"It's rare to see someone playing well but not being able to bring out their own tone, unless... this guitar is not her own."

"Oh! Now that you mention it, it seems to be true!"

Yuanzi seemed to remember something all of a sudden.

"If I remember correctly, this violin was said to belong to Ms. Kawabe Souko, the real violinist who was scheduled to perform at the official concert next week. However, Ms. Kawabe Souko was seriously injured in the explosion at the Domoto Music Academy and is still in the hospital. In order to achieve the best effect during the performance, she lent the violin to Ms. Yamane Shion, the number one substitute."

"I see, that makes sense."

While the audience was whispering and discussing gossip, the ensemble on the stage began again.

And once again, it was interrupted just as it started.

This time it was the violin's string that broke.

"Sorry, I'll go change the strings now..."

After causing the ensemble to be interrupted twice in a row due to her own reasons, Yamane Shion was so ashamed that she bowed deeply and ran off the stage without looking back.

However, changing violin strings is never a quick process.

First, you need to loosen all the strings, otherwise the neck and the bridge will be deformed due to uneven force. Then you can start changing the strings. After changing the strings, because the other strings have also been loosened, you need to adjust the tightness one by one, etc.

In short, with the departure of Yamane Shion, the entire performance hall switched to free activity mode.