So, Jang Jae-myung got out of the car like this, and Shi Shiran walked into the opera house, but these reporters didn't even dare to take a breath.

It wasn't until Jang Jae-myung's figure disappeared at the door of the opera house that many reporters breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads.

The next crowd didn't have much to make these reporters feel valuable, and a wave of four or five people gathered together and walked into the opera house together.

It went on for half an hour, when a bus came to a stop with a rattle on the side of the road, and then a number of people got out of the car, including two young men and women, who were heading straight for the opera house.

Some sharp-eyed reporters saw this scene from afar, and their expressions couldn't help but be a little puzzled, the most unfortunate one of the people who came to the opera house was coming in a Volkswagen, and it was really the first time he had seen it when he got off the bus.

So, he couldn't help but give these two young people a shot.

With a click, his camera suddenly stored a picture of Tom and Lucy walking together, smiling.

The two of them did not attract the attention of other reporters, and they were checked without any waves, and then began to enter the venue.

At 1:45 p.m., a snow-white BMW appeared on the side of the road, and as the door opened, many reporters immediately looked over.

When they saw the faces of the people who got out of the car, they couldn't help but get excited.

Because the person who came was the famous Chinese pianist, Su Mumu.

This is an Oriental Pearl, and her existence is coveted by many talented and wealthy people in Asia.

For example, Xie Lai was once obsessed with her, and wrote a song "To Su Mumu" for this purpose, which shows the infatuation of this talented man.

But Luohua is ruthless and intentional, and Su Mumu has never glanced at Xie Lai's frequent overtures.

Click, click!

The shutter was pressed by many reporters, and from Su Mumu turning around and stepping out of the car door, almost every movement of her was saved by a film of these reporters.

"It's so beautiful! Even as a European and American, I appreciate her natural oriental beauty! This woman is simply amazing! ”

"Yes! Her every move seems to be stepping on the rhythm of the rhythm, this musical talent is simply terrifying! ”

"The main thing is that the temperament is good, if you change people, it is estimated that even if you step out of a perfect rhythm, it will be like shit!"

A bunch of reporters faithfully recorded Su Mumu's beauty, and at the same time, they also kept talking about Su Mumu's oriental beauty.

There is no way, the charm of this beauty is well-known, and it is a man who does not cast an appreciative eye on this kind of stunner.

Su Mumu, accompanied by assistant Xiao He, walked to the opera house together.

There was a polite smile on the corner of her mouth, and she ignored the reporters who commented on her, and she went straight to the opera house without saying a word.

Finally, when the figure of this beauty disappeared at the door of the opera house, many reporters were a little stunned as if they were in another world, and the expressions of several reporters also showed a little frustration, obviously seduced too deeply by Su Mumu's charm.

The hand of time was in such an uninterrupted progression, and it came to 1:50 p.m.

As the time between the opening and the audience became smaller and smaller, the enthusiasm of the reporters was obviously gradually diminishing and becoming a little boring.

Next, they probably have to go in to see if there will be any big melons to eat during the whole concert.

Of course, even if there is no big melon in the middle of the concert, just a big revelation of the appearance of the mysterious pianist at the concert is enough for these reporters to go back and write for several days.

Just as the reporters were about to enter the venue and wait, a very inconspicuous car suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

Many reporters glanced back, but did not pay more attention, because before this car, there had been several cases of this model walking down without knowing faces.

But just as they were thinking so, a bearded man who pushed the car door suddenly made these reporters breathe, and their faces were suddenly full of excitement.

This turned out to be Byron the pianist?

Haven't they waited so long for this deeply hidden melon?

As early as two days ago, someone on the Internet broke the news that this mysterious concert overtook a very crucial concert of Byron.

So will Byron, as a colleague, come to smash the field today? This is a hot topic that many people who eat melons have been talking about for two days.

At this last moment today, the answer to this topic was finally revealed.

This bearded pianist is indeed one of the hardcore pianists, and he did not back down, but chose to meet head-on.

Click, click.

The sound of the shutter pressing sounded quickly, and the reporters rushed to the bearded pianist frantically while shooting, and the microphone in their hands was eager to poke directly in Byron's bearded face.

"Mr. Byron, are you planning to smash the field?"

"Mr. Byron, I wonder what you think of the mysterious pianist who overthrew you?"

"Mr. Byron, could you please talk about your mood when you were knocked out of the recital?"

Countless questions poured out of the reporters' mouths, annoying Byron like a mosquito that was constantly buzzing.

But he can't be angry with these media reporters, because once they do, these uncrowned kings will have topics to detonate on the Internet.

At that point, the only thing to lose is probably him, Harris Byron.

So, Harris Byron kept pushing these reporters, apologizing, and kept walking to the opera house.

Finally, he struggled for three minutes to break out of the siege of many reporters and successfully enter the opera house at the last minute.

Byron's non-cooperation made many reporters very unhappy, but they had no choice but to sigh and take out the tickets that the editor-in-chief cherished and handed them to the ticket inspectors at the opera house.

The biggest and most hidden melons have been completely picked, and the rest are some insignificant spectators, so naturally there is no need for them to continue to stay here.

So, when one reporter pulled out his ticket and began to check it, other reporters followed suit.

Soon, they were lined up in front of the opera house.

There was only one minute left in the clock, but fortunately, the ticket inspectors were quick enough to check four or five people in almost a second.

So the reporters, who gathered to the end as usual, did not wait long.

And what they didn't know was that there were two young people with sunglasses and light clothes lined up behind them.

The two young people don't look very old, and they have Asian faces.

But even with some aesthetic differences, the last female reporter standing in the group of reporters still had a feeling of amazement at the two young men and women who suddenly appeared behind her.

Especially the appearance of that girl, she is exactly the same as those legendary fairies in the East, and her temperament is so natural that even Su Mumu can't compare.

I looked at the two young people in surprise for a few times, and finally, the female reporter named Dina couldn't help but ask, "You two are here to see the concert?" ”

The young boy smiled and nodded, but the girl seemed to be a little afraid of the living, she stretched out her little head and quietly glanced at Dinah, and then quickly retracted behind the boy's back.

Seeing this scene, Dinah's heart couldn't help but feel an emotion called pity, and she couldn't help but melt her more dignified face a little softly, "Didn't your parents come along?" ”

"Nope!" The boy shook his head in reply, and without waiting for Dinah to speak, he pointed ahead and said, "Ma'am, it's your turn!" ”

Dina hurriedly looked back, and sure enough, it was really time for her to check the ticket.

So she opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, and followed the flow of people to the opera house.

At this time, the opera house was already a little fried, and all kinds of discussions were everywhere, and the sound of laughter and laughter was like a vegetable market.

And because of the internal structure of the opera house, the echo here is quite loud, and when a person speaks, it will resound in a place, let alone a group of people talking together, it is almost like a bunch of mosquitoes frantically flapping their wings in their ears, making an annoying buzzing sound.

When many reporters came in, they saw this scene.

There was a lot of discussion and chaos in the audience, and they couldn't help but be happy, and they raised their cameras again and again to shoot.

Vaguely, they seemed to have heard a lot of people talking.

"What kind of concert is this! It's all 2:01, why hasn't the pianist appeared yet? These are the words of a man in a suit who is constantly looking at his watch.

"This so-called pianist can't be late!" Next to him sat a man with a ruffian smile on his face, sneering in a low voice.

"That's it! What's going on with this concert? Isn't it too much to ignore us listeners? ”

"Whose time is not time! What a bullshit pianist, isn't that going to hang us? ”

"If he really dares to do that, he can definitely make headlines again tomorrow! This time, it's the kind that doesn't need money to promote. ”

Some people are constantly sneering, some people are holding their arms as if they are watching a play, and some people are frowning and dissatisfied, but they don't speak.

Sitting at the front, to the west were Meyer and Frina, who waited calmly for the opening.

Everyone here actually had more time than the two of them, and then they were more patient than the former.

The person sitting in the east was Jang Jae-myung with a fierce face, and at this time he had taken off his sunglasses, and looked at the center of the stage with a cold look in his eyes, on the piano.

At this point, he was already starting to get a little angry, and the thing he hated most in his life was being deceived and waiting for boredom.

And both of these points were all committed by the so-called mysterious pianist of this recital, how can this keep him from being angry?

To the south sat a beautiful figure of remarkable grace, who was now holding her chin and watching with interest as everyone reacted, especially on the bearded man's face across from her.

Because she thinks the expression on the other party's face is the most exciting.

And indeed the most wonderful one, because this bearded man is the unlucky guy who was knocked out by this mysterious piano recital, Harris Byron.

At this time, Harris Byron's mood was a little complicated, and he was a little worried when he sat in this opera house at first, after all, his next purpose was to smash other people's fields.

There are pros and cons to this kind of behavior, and if he loses, then the other party will definitely step on him to get on the top and become famous from then on.

But if he wins, then the other party will definitely be kicked off the peak by him, and he is the only one who has achieved all the propaganda offensives of the other party in the past few days.

As time passed, the so-called mysterious pianist did not show up for a long time, and his heart gradually calmed down, and he even felt that his previous worries were a little funny.

This kind of performer who doesn't care about the audience, even if his strength is very strong, in the end no one is sought after, even if he is a genius, it is useless!

Until now, Byron's heart has gradually become happy with the discussion around him, because he can already predict that tomorrow's headlines will be shocking reports such as: "The mysterious virtuoso bluffs and fails to show up to pay for the sky-high concert price of 40 million".

However, just as he was thinking about what was wrong and everyone was talking, a pair of young-looking men and women dressed in fashion stood at the door of the opera house.