Fu Jiajia sat on the piano bench, her back straight, lifted her hands to play, making an elegant starting gesture.
Her well-cared hands pressed on the piano keys, her fingers danced nimbly, flows smoothly and softly, penetrating the entire concert hall.
Xu Ru sat in the judge's seat, watching the person on stage, her brows gradually furrowed.
The warm facade instantly became serious.
The low whisper of several judges nearby entered her ears.
"She's very skilled, her basics are solid."
"Yes, very good, a fine talent. But, this piece is one of Xu teacher's, what do you think?"
Someone looked at Xu Ru.
Xu Ru took a sip, "Just watch, what's to say."
"..."
The others quieted down in disappointment.
They turned their heads and continued to listen.
And didn't add anything more.
...
"Isn't that the second Miss?"
Above in the balcony.
Bo Wen was staring at Fu Jiajia on stage, turned and glanced at the man beside him calmly sipping tea.
