Carefully counting, this was the first time Lin Wu played the violin in front of so many people this year.
Earlier in the first half of the year, with the college entrance exams and so many things to do, she could hardly spare time to participate in international competitions, as Mr. Xun had suggested. After returning to Beicheng, she had even less time and seldom touched the violin.
All in all, she had barely managed to practice for less than half a month.
But for some, that period was enough to recall their familiarity with the violin.
Lin Wu received the violin Uncle Qian brought up, nodded at him, and gestured for him to go down.
Once ready, she recalled a familiar piece, closed her eyes slightly, and the smooth sound of the violin promptly spilled from her fingertips.
Situ Yue, engulfed in anger, took a few seconds to react, then violently turned around, staring incredulously at Lin Wu on the stage.
