Put the corrected score on the piano, Jun Qing sat down next to the piano again, unfolded the repertoire he was going to perform tonight, and began to practice.

Before you know it, it's already noon.

Jun Qing was still concentrating on practicing, and he didn't realize the time at all.

If it weren't for the school director calling and informing her to go to the school cafeteria to eat with Mr. Anthony, she wouldn't have noticed that it was already meal time.

"Okay, I'll come right over!"

Packed up the score and put it in his backpack, noticing the score that fell silently on the piano, Jun thought about it lightly, and still stuffed the score into his backpack together.

There may be other students coming over to practice in the practice room, and it is not safe to keep the score here.

If you accidentally lose the score, the little kid will definitely die of sadness.

Taking out a pen and notebook from his bag, writing a note and pressing it on the piano with a vase, Jun Qing walked out of the practice room with his schoolbag on his back and came to the school's internal reception cafeteria.

In the private room, the principal and director of the school were present, and in addition to Mr. Anthony and his assistants, there were several leaders and related staff of the Municipal Musicians Association.

Seeing Jun Qing come in, the principal got up with a smile and introduced her to everyone.

"This is Mr. Anthony's guest performer, Jun Qing, a student from the composition department of our school."

Well-informed as a gentleman, naturally there will be no stage fright, and the manners and exchanges are down-to-earth and generous, neither humble nor arrogant.

At the banquet, everyone talked happily.

Not only Mr. Anthony, but also several leaders were very impressed by her.

The principal was very satisfied with Jun Qing's performance, and when the meal was over, he smiled and patted Jun Qing on the shoulder.

"Junqing, I'll hand over Mr. Anthony to you this time."

"Don't worry, I'll complete the task successfully."

Bidding farewell to everyone, Jun politely brought Mr. Anthony to the school concert hall, where the exchange performance would be held.

Bringing Mr. Anthony to the stage, Jun Qing briefly introduced him to the school's concert hall.

When Mr. Anthony practiced the repertoire, she casually put her backpack on the side of the stage and asked the staff in charge of the concert hall to check the various wiring and sound ...... To ensure that the performance is foolproof.

After checking the equipment, she sat back down on another pianist and did a rehearsal of the harmony with Mr. Anthony.

Jun was so busy with his work that he didn't notice that the mobile phone screen in his schoolbag lit up several times.

On the other end of the signal, Mu Jinbai's assistant Su Yinan hung up the phone helplessly.

"Sir, Miss Junqing's phone has not been answered."

Behind the desk, Mu Jinbai was bowing his head, fiddling with a shell bracelet.

The shell bracelet is crudely made, and at first glance it looks like a cheap island resort-style souvenir.

The bracelet is obviously some years old, and it seems to be played with a lot in the hand, and the seams on the shell are obviously worn, and the color has turned a little yellow.

Hearing Su Yinan's voice, Mu Jinbai frowned and raised his face.

These days, he has been trying all kinds of ways to find out the news of Jun Qing, knowing that she is going to participate in Anthony's piano performance at school today.

It stands to reason that she should be back today, why didn't she answer the phone?

Don't......

It's the Emperor Lin again?!

Raising his left hand to look at his watch, Mu Jinbai closed his slender and beautiful fingers, clenched the string of shell bracelets in his palm, and stood up from the chair.

"Go to the conservatory!"

What he wants to do, no one can stop.

Even if it's the Emperor's Landing, it can't be!