They don't actually think I like them, do they?

"All right!"

Mangzi interrupted the sisters' chatter, her face turning red with anger.

Every word and phrase is particularly venomous.

She picked up her phone and made another call.

This time, Lin Han didn't even answer.

Mangzi's face darkened, and she slowly rose from her seat.

"Since we can't find anyone, it seems we have no choice but to use that method."

"What?! Mangzi is actually going to use that move!" Pingzi exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh my god, Sister Mangzi, please think it over!" Peach behind her was so frightened that she trembled.

It's worth noting that the last time Mangzi used this tactic was to catch a fat otaku who failed to get glue on his hand at a handshake event.

"You guys go out for a bit," Mangzi said.

Seeing Mangzi's resolute gaze, the sisters knew they couldn't persuade her anymore, so they got up and left.

The three sisters didn't know much about Mangzi's "secret weapon," only that it was called "calling people" in slang.

But nobody knows who exactly is being shaken, how it's done, or why it works.

After everyone left, Mangzi took a deep breath and took out a photo album from the drawer.

The album contained official photos of Mangzi's idol. She opened the album and found a groove in the wooden board containing a phone card.

Mangzi inserted the SIM card into his phone and made a call.

“I am a deceased son. Please help me publish an article on the Dark Web, right now, recording every word I am about to say.”

Mangzi straightened her posture, placed her phone on the table, and took a deep breath.

"I am the deceased son, speaking to all the citizens of the Celestial Empire's underworld through the power of the Dark Web No.1."

"All gangs in and around Baijing City who acknowledge me as their godfather, please begin immediately to search for Lin Han, the chairman of Jusheng Media. My goal is to find Lin Han's current residence. All gangs in the north are requested to cooperate actively. My followers will not stop until this goal is achieved, until all the land is flattened and all those who harbor and conceal Lin Han are driven from this world!"

......

The streets of Beijing are bustling with activity, time flies by.

"We have an urgent news briefing: experts predict that Beijing will experience a major weather disaster tonight."

"For your safety, please stay indoors as much as possible and reduce travel."

Pedestrians looked down at the text messages on their phones, puzzled.

"What experts? What climate disaster? It's all so vague and unclear!"

"My weather forecast says the weather will be great all day!"

"Forget it, better safe than sorry. For safety reasons, let's listen to the government!"

Meanwhile, inside the Capital Public Security Bureau.

"Eight gangs mobilized at the same time?? Have these bastards gone mad?!" The executive deputy director slammed his hand on the table and cursed.

"Not just that!" the police officer who was retrieving the data said, trembling.

"According to information from various branches, all 26 blacklisted local violent organizations we are monitoring took action today!"

"Moreover... they didn't have any conflict; they were just conducting some kind of investigation and questioning, more like they were doing some kind of field survey! And all the gangs had the same goal!"

"These bastards are always causing trouble for each other, and none of them are ever easy to deal with. But today, they've all come out and actually united??"

The deputy director exclaimed incredulously, "This is simply surreal!"

The only possibility is that there is a more terrifying entity above all these gangs that has guided them.

Who on earth possesses such power?! To run rampant in the capital?!

"In any case, we can only ask the citizens to avoid the area as much as possible." Another branch chief sighed.

"Why don't we just detain them on charges of 'illegal gathering'? Instead, we're sending emergency evacuation text messages to the public?" the officer asked earlier.

Just then, Director Du, who had been silent all along, finally slowly turned around.

"I do not know."

Director Du interlaced his fingers, and large beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

"These are the instructions from above."

......

In the room, Mangzi, who was resting with her eyes closed in a chair, heard her phone ring.

She immediately sat up straight, picked up her phone, glanced at it, and a joyful smile immediately appeared on her fair, round face.

"Found you, Lin Han!"

"He actually ran off to the countryside, that's quite something! I wonder if he's living a life of farming and weaving with that lunatic Su Ruxue?" Mangzi gritted his teeth.

Thinking back to her encounter at the dessert shop, Mangzi was furious. That white-haired woman definitely had mental problems, she was sure of it!

Going alone makes it easy to fall into the ditch again.

Mangzi sent messages to her three sisters, then stood up from her chair.

"Just you wait, Lin Han!"

020. What is the relationship?

In the backyard, there is a small bridge over a stream and a pavilion in the rain.

As another piece ended, the sound of raindrops falling into the pool created a unique ambiance. Su Ruxue put down her bow.

"Great!" Lin Han clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Miss Su, keep up this level, the Dragon Qin Cup is definitely ours!"

"not enough."

Su Ruxue couldn't smile; the girl glanced sideways at the artificial hill in the distance.

"It's the third day, and I feel like I've hit a bottleneck. Even if I practice this piece ten more times, there probably won't be much change. But if I only reach this level, I won't be able to win the championship at all."

Upon hearing this, Lin Han fell silent for a moment.

After all, he didn't really know much about the Longqin Cup. The only high-level competition he had ever actually watched live was the Star Cup, which supposedly brought together young elites from all over Sichuan.

That was a city-level competition that Su Ruxue used to rack up trophy counts.

At least on that occasion, Lin Han was able to find at least three shortcomings in almost every contestant on stage.

"The Dragon Qin Cup is not as simple as it seems."

Su Ruxue said to Lin Han,

"That place is full of monsters... No matter how old you are when you become famous, or how proud you are, you are just a tiny part of the Dragon Qin Cup."

Lin Han could empathize with him to some extent.

This is a competition held every three years, not once a year!

The strongest representatives from cello associations in more than twenty provinces across the country are here to compete for the title of the best cellist.

Among them are countless examples of precocious talents, musical prodigies, and prodigies who started practicing at the age of two. Here, the word "genius" is utterly useless, because those who make it here are among the nation's absolute top-tier musical geniuses!

Even a female protagonist like Su Ruxue, who became a first-class cellist at the age of 16, was eliminated in the top eight three years ago.

Therefore,

Even though Lin Han, who has such high standards, couldn't find any fault with it, Su Ruxue still felt it was "not enough".

“By the time it comes to the elimination rounds, the difference in proficiency and understanding of music isn’t that significant, because those things are all from textbooks; what the judges want is a feeling,” Su Ruxue said.

"How does it feel? Amazing? A miracle?" Lin Han asked.

Su Ruxue tilted her head and thought for a while.

"Yes, and no."

Art is a very subjective thing, and it's difficult to grasp it with a unified standard or precise term.

"If I had to describe it, it would probably be like 'love at first sight'," Su Ruxue said.

"6."

As a composer, Lin Han could not understand what Su Ruxue was saying, but he could analyze it based on his own understanding.

The Longqin Cup is to select the strongest cellist representing China, not an exam.

Since this isn't an exam, getting a perfect score in every subject is far from enough; it's just the bare minimum.

The teacher also hopes that you can write out other solutions to the problem, or apply the knowledge to create new problems.

Furthermore, since you have already reached the pinnacle of this field, it would be best if you discovered a new mathematical law that could be named after you! This would contribute to the scientific research and development of all humankind in this area!

In comparison, if Su Ruxue wants to win the championship, she must come up with her own new definition of the cello and music and conquer the entire music world.

“The previous champion of the Longqin Cup won the competition by giving cellist Robin’s famous chamber music piece ‘Winter’ a new definition,” Su Ruxue said.

From this perspective, it is indeed as Lin Han thought.

However, Lin Han could offer Su Ruxue very little help in this regard; she had to figure it out herself.

However, he still has a trump card that he can give to Su Ruxue.

"Teacher Lin Han, didn't you say before that you had a piece of music you had written to give me? You also said that as long as I played it, I would definitely win the championship."

"Cough cough."

After hearing what Su Ruxue said, Lin Han was no longer so confident. After all, it was hard to say what the association's adaptive standards would be. What if they thought that the piece was not written by Su Ruxue herself and gave it a much lower score, or that the piece would at least not have any positive impact on the cello community?

Whether he can win the Longqin Cup is unknown, but it is certain that he will cause a sensation in the music industry and leave a strong mark on music history!

"Do you want it now?"

Now that things have come to this, Lin Han has no intention of hiding anything anymore.

It's bound to be exposed sooner or later, so might as well release it now!

"No," Su Ruxue refused.

Lin Han was stunned.

This girl,

Before, they were so noisy and didn't want to wait even a second longer, so why are they not in a hurry now?

"Tomorrow is the preliminary round, so it's not worthy of letting Teacher Lin Han's piece be performed."

"Besides, I want to qualify for the knockout stage entirely on my own."

Seeing Su Ruxue's serious expression, Lin Han stretched and smiled.

"Okay."

Just then, there was a knocking sound behind me.

"Boom boom boom!"

Lin Han's eyes widened; this was the first time anyone had knocked on the door in the three days since he checked in.

"Who is it?" he asked, looking at Su Ruxue.

"I do not know either."

Su Ruxue also looked bewildered. Judging from her expression, Lin Han didn't think it was a prank.

"Is it a relative of yours who lives nearby and is coming to visit?"

"Impossible, they've almost all moved away."

"That means your grandfather missed you and came to see you."

"Don't you dare joke about my grandpa."

Su Ruxue smiled, her eyes narrowed.

Lin Han felt a chill run down his spine. He got up, walked back to the living room, and then went to the front door.

"Who is it?" Lin Han asked as he opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, one girl after another walked in on their own.