As predicted by Sister Tang, a "shrewd" businessman, Nangong and her very successfully stepped on the line to get the ticket, but after a toss of dressing up and tidying up, there was very little time left for Nangong to "think about life". And it wasn't until Sister Tangerine reminded her that Nangong suddenly realized that although there were tickets, they were only two. In other words, both Xixin and Elizabeth had to stay outside.

After all, everyone has changed into formal clothes, and there is naturally no special power here, and no one will let a guy with two swords break in so recklessly.

Although Nangong, who has no weapons, will not become a scumbag, he is only slightly more powerful than ordinary people. Although he wondered for a moment whether this was something deliberately planned by "Sister Orange", but at this point, Nangong still chose to walk into the palace where "art" could already be discovered just by looking at it.

"It's better to realize that you're not a high school student anymore." Sister Tang, who had vicious eyes, had already seen through Nangong's discomfort at first glance, "It's better to get used to formal wear more?" ”

“…… I'll try my best. ”

Nangong, who has always been unable to wear formal clothes such as suits and dresses, also naturally felt uncomfortable, and his shoulders were like two leather bands pulled on in a panic. The hair was also touched by Sister Tangerine's repeated reminders, but the fluffiness and the scent that peeked out from time to time from between the hair always felt like some birds were nesting on it.

Compared with the restrained Nangong, Sister Tangerine acts calmly as if it is commonplace. Even if it's just a little hasty preparation, but the hair tied up will fall. Sister Orange, who was wearing a black dress, still received a lot of attention from the surroundings. If you need to speculate on what others think at this time. I'm afraid they will only think that this is a pair of "sisters and brothers".

Mature older sister with restrained and nervous younger brother. Unfortunately, this speculation is also wrong. Because Sister Tangerine next to her is already a mother-level figure.

After taking a seat again, the auditorium, which might still have some noise, became quieter, of course, this also made Nangong feel a little nervous. Because there are not many people, everyone is basically surrounded by a circle, and I think the musician will bring a beautiful piece of music surrounded by the audience after a while.

After that, it is necessary to select an audience member who seems to be extremely "lucky" at the moment, but what kind of criteria is used to choose, the understanding of the song? Obviously, you can't be distracted while playing, or is it just a random audience member who you like? But in that case, it's no different from the aunt who goes to the vegetable market to choose pork.

Just when Nangong was about to quietly ask Sister Tangerine about the selection criteria. With a silent gesture from Sister Tangerine, the auditorium, which was already very quiet, became even more inaudible than the sound of breathing. Judging by this situation...... The musician Winnie, who was praised by the locals, must have already been there.

Although he didn't expect much of the scene of being hugged into the arena, when he really saw the reality, Nangong still felt a subtle disappointment. The very "ordinary" little girl just took her "weapon" and walked through the circle formed by the audience to the center very "ordinary". There are no appearances with special effects, and Winnie herself doesn't seem to be the kind of musician who is of the average goddess level, if I have to describe it. Then it must be a cute little girl in men's clothes.

Maybe I'm very used to this kind of performance, and it's obviously an age that should be fun. But Winnie didn't show any panic, maybe for convenience, or maybe it was personal preference, as a woman, she wore a really tailor-made men's evening dress. The golden curls on both sides of the forehead reflected a slightly harsh light in the light.

Soon, after bowing her head and saluting, Winnie said something that Nangong basically couldn't understand, although the first sentence was mostly a speech like "Good evening, gentlemen and ladies", but after that, Nangong couldn't do anything.

"This time Winnie wrote a new song."

Taking advantage of Winnie's finished speaking, she began to prepare for the performance, and Sister Tang, who was very "considerate" Nangong, said in his ear with the lowest voice and the fastest speed, "But there is no song title yet, I'm afraid that the name that the audience came up with this time will become the standard for judging the lucky one." I wasn't expecting much of it, but you should be serious. ”

"Thank you."

After whispering thanks, although it was useless to understand it, Nangong still learned from Sister Tangerine to stop her waist and keep her spirit in the most excited state. There is no reason for a rare and prestigious concert to be perfunctory. As for the next name, as long as you listen to it, you can still think of some ......

【Squeak ......】

Inspired ......

【Squeak ......】

Right?

Something is wrong, something is wrong, right? Although I really want to use some reason like "test" to explain the situation that has arisen now, whether it is what Nangong has seen in his eyes or what has happened in reality, he mercilessly rejected Nangong's excuse of "self-satisfaction".

If anything, Winnie seemed to be "already" to play, and instead of an intoxicating note, a "squeak" sound resembling sawn wood flowed from her bow.

Nangong, who was a little puzzled, looked around very naturally, but what he found was not the questioning eyes of the people around him, but rather the opposite. Anyone but himself, even Sister Tachibana, silently closed his eyes, obviously immersed in the beauty of the music.

…… Isn't it wonderful? Could it be that your ears are broken? Or is it that the sound of "sawing wood", which has no way to be whitewashed, is the mainstream art of the moment and is so powerful that everyone can revel in it?

Nangong, who was already a little confused, not only touched his ears, but this practice not only did not cure the "stubborn disease" of his ears, but made Nangong suddenly discover the "inappropriateness" of doing such irrelevant things when appreciating art.

The "melodious" music came to an abrupt end, and the audience naturally opened their eyes with doubts. At this time, Nangong couldn't wait to escape from here immediately, because whether it was from the surrounding atmosphere or objective facts, it was he who caused such a "faux pas" result.

Winnie's gaze turned on, as if she was wordlessly reproaching Nangong's rude behavior. Although it didn't seem that Nangong had any anger in his eyes, if it weren't for the atmosphere around him, I'm afraid Nangong would have apologized.

"Fa, what's going on?"

After waiting for Winnie to bow her head again and not know what to say, Nangong, who finally had a little courage, finally raised the little heart that was about to reach her throat and asked Sister Tangerine beside her, although at this time even Nangong herself had begun to admire his ability to lie without blushing.

"She said she wanted a quieter environment, and most of them were making a fuss."

Although she said something that had nothing to do with Nangong, Sister Tangerine, who seemed to see something, still looked at Nangong's face, and it wasn't until Winnie put on the bow again that she was a little helpless to move away.

"Concentrate on appreciating it, and don't do anything superfluous." (To be continued......)