"Good!"

With enthusiastic cheers, a girl in a white dress danced on the stage, she was like a fluttering feather, sometimes spinning, sometimes pausing, the waist crossed the bearing and turning, the girl's graceful curves and the suppleness of the limbs were unobstructed.

Finally, she ended her dance with a 1080-degree diagonal slal.

On the stage, the white skirt was flying, and the slender legs were unobstructed under the skirt, and the spectators in the audience erupted into more enthusiastic cheers.

Ending the dance with a graceful squat, Jolia gasped to her feet and bowed a few times to the audience.

Taking this opportunity, she threw a few winks with the nobles she knew well, and then lifted the hem of her skirt and walked back to the backstage quickly.

Although he was disturbed by the two detectives before the performance, his performance was quite normal.

And to be honest, the man's eyebrows are really good-looking.

Today's show was originally going to be performed in the next round, but I didn't die, I was actually in the same group as Angelil, and if I didn't show my skills, I would definitely be eliminated.

Walking backstage, the second contestant passed by her, and the two had met a few times before.

Jolia squeezed out a forced smile and asked in a low voice.

"Is Angelyl here?"

The man licked the corners of his mouth, blushing with his saliva.

"She just arrived."

"She's not ......"

Jolia remembered the conversation between the two detectives, but the host's voice rang out, and he was urging the contestants to get ready on stage, so Jolia had to wave her hand.

"Come on."

"I will."

The girl quickly disappeared into the passage, and Jolia rubbed her face, wondering what kind of expression she should face Angelyle.

Should I smile or pretend I didn't see it?

"Dadada"

The crisp sound of high heels came from the other end of the passage, and Jolia held her breath and subconsciously squeezed out a smile.

It's not hard for a girl in Turin's social circles to keep smiling, but Jolia knows full well that her smile is rather reluctant.

Angelyl drew closer, wearing a black dress with a few silver lines flickering at the hem.

This skirt should be good for dancing, because when it spins, it will be as gorgeous as a peacock opening the screen, Jolia thought to herself.

As her gaze continued upward, Jolia's expression suddenly froze.

She saw Angelyl picking her nose and acting obscenely, which didn't match her gaudy makeup.

And in addition to that, it even gives a sense of familiarity, as if you've seen it somewhere.

Rubbing her fingers on the hem of her skirt, Angelyl sniffed and walked straight past Jolia, who had no intention of greeting Jolia at all.

Jolia put away her smile and looked back at Angelil's back.

She was hunching her shoulders and reaching for her scalp, which she hadn't washed in at least a few days.

Is that really Angelyl?

Jolia turned around in confusion and ran quickly to the stage.

The second contestant was singing, and unlike her effeminate appearance, her singing voice was so penetrating that the audience's applause almost lifted the roof.

In normal times, Jolia would have felt that she was a strong competitor, but now she only felt regretful.

Because even Angelyl, who picks at her nose, can still easily stand out from La Scala, after all, who made her Atifa's sister.

The orchestra suddenly stopped, and the lights on the stage went out.

A silent prelude brews on the stage, accompanied by the roar of the cello, a spotlight hits the middle of the stage, and a sharp female voice also sounds.

The sound pierced everyone's eardrums in an instant, and the audience only felt the blood surging in their skulls, and in the midst of the song, people seemed to feel that their souls had been sublimated.

At the end of the song, there was a round of applause, and the name of the contestant was shouted in unison.

Judging from the audience's feedback, she is indeed a step ahead.

Jolia sighed and looked at Angelyl's side face from afar.

She was yawning boredly, seemingly dismissive of her opponents on stage.

After the curtain call, the girl walked out quickly, even with the blush on her cheeks, Jolia could still see that her face was pale, and she should have consumed a lot of energy during the performance.

She smiled at the sight of Jolia, then stood in a row with her, looking back at the stage.

Then came Angelyl's performance, and although she didn't say anything, both girls knew what the other was thinking.

From the perspective of the two of them, they saw that the staff pushed a piano onto the stage, and as the lights on the stage turned on again, the crescent-white piano sat in the middle of the stage, shining like the stars and the moon.

"Now, let's welcome—"

The host deliberately lengthened his tone and turned around and pointed behind the scenes.

"Angelyl!"

With a simple appearance, La Scala was boiling with the audience, staring eagerly behind the scenes, chanting Angelil's name in unison.

lived up to expectations, and a dignified shadow walked out from behind the scenes.

Angelil lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly to the audience, which was considered a salute, but it was more like the queen meeting the courtiers.

After the ceremony, she sat down on the piano bench and reached out to stroke the keys.

The sound silenced the entire theater, which was simply unparalleled in stage control, and every gesture revealed conquest.

The sound of the piano sounded, and the powerful opening sentence went straight to the point, dominating the audience's emotions in an instant.

The chief conductor of the symphony orchestra was stunned, because according to the arrangement of the performance, Angelil should not have played this piece, and she changed the repertoire of the performance temporarily, which made it impossible for him to cooperate with her at all.

But as he progressed, he realized that his thoughts were redundant.

After a strong prelude, the sound gradually subsides.

On the stage, Angelil's ten fingers are dancing on the keys, this dance of the moon is a sad love song, which is supposed to express the love of men and women who can't think of it, but under Angelil's interpretation, people are not aware of the sadness and attachment hidden in it for the first time.

But it's clear to everyone that this piece is really beautiful.

The song suddenly stopped, and people felt their breathing stop.

Angelyl raised her right hand and snapped her fingers vigorously.

The voice seemed to knock on the door of its own heart, and a strong emotion flowed from the keys, and the sadness soon enveloped the entire hall.

Jolia chuckled in her heart, and she and the girl opposite each other looked at each other, and both of them saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The conductor can feel the changes in the music even more, Angelyl's playing is very fast, which makes people only feel the technical beauty of the music at first, and automatically ignore the sadness in it, but that emotion is always there.

As the pace slowed down, the mood had enveloped everyone, and no one could escape the trap that had been laid out so long ago.

At the end of the song, when the audience applauded in hindsight, they realized that the piano bench was empty.

Jolia stared silently in the direction Angelyl had left, silent for a long time.

The girl across from her was a singer, and she could feel the mood in the music better.

She wiped tears from her eyes and looked in the direction of the stage.

Angelyl...... She must have loved someone. ”