In the auditorium, the song ended.

In the thunderous applause and noise, the girl, who had been listening quietly, looked at the old man beside her.

"What do you think, Dean?"

"Not bad. ”

Maxwell seemed approving.

"In your opinion, just good?" the girl blinked at him.

"Your Highness, what you say is so embarrassing to me. ”

Maxwell shook his head and laughed: "The quality of music only depends on the hearts of the performers and the listeners. To me, he is really proficient in playing. This is a child who has worked hard, and it is not just his family background that he can achieve his current results. ”

"Then why just say it's good?".

"Probably in my opinion...... This kid is a little less fun playing, isn't it?"

"Fun?"

"That's right, Your Highness, fun is the essence of music. Life is not fun and painful, let alone music. ”

"Isn't music something serious?"

Maxwell laughed, "Forgive me, have you ever been to the tavern?"

Mary thought for a moment and shook her head regretfully: "No." ”

"That's a shame. You should go for it. ”

Maxwell exclaimed, "I know there's a nice tavern. The decoration there is not good, there are not many tables and chairs, and the boss has a bad temper, but the wine is good.

When drunk, the boss would play the shamisen with his own hands and jump on stage to play. When he was interested, his eyebrows fluttered, even if he played messily. But no one listened to him, because the guests were drunk. But when you fall asleep drunk, you can be happy when you hear a song like that. ”

"What's the fun?" Mary seemed to realize.

"That's probably the case. Maxwell suddenly laughed halfway through his words: "I'm sorry, I unconsciously started preaching again, this is my occupational disease." ”

"Where, if you can give a lecture yourself, I don't mind enrolling. The girl smiled slyly.

"Spare me, I don't have the strength to take in any more apprentices. ”

Maxwell smiled bitterly: "After all, what is the reason why you came here suddenly, Your Highness?

"Well, it's a long story......"

At the mention of this incident, the girl's calm expression also became a little helpless: "Yesterday, my uncle sent a letter from the north wall, which was handed to the principal. ”

"Your uncle?"

Maxwell became serious: "He's back?"

"He just wrote you a letter, urgently. I actually came to the 'wind tunnel' and threw it directly. Last night, with a loud bang, the letter was thrown out and thrown on the table, making all the guards think there was an assassin. ”

"To be honest, I'm curious what deserves that psychotic letter to me. ”

He took the letter from the girl's hand, opened it, and fell into a long silence.

After a long time, he looked up and smiled bitterly:

"Your Highness, this letter from you is ...... I'm afraid it's too late. ”

"Too late?"

Mary was stunned and a little uneasy: "Is it urgent news?"

"No, no, it's just some ordinary words. But for some...... Isn't this more urgent than anything else?" Maxwell sighed, unfolding the letter.

"—This is a letter of recommendation, Your Highness. ”－

The girl took the opened letterhead, and her face became a little strange, probably unable to accept her uncle's whimsical logic and wording. There is very little handwriting on the letterhead, only a short three lines, one line header, one line content, one line at the end, and even the date is too lazy to write.

To Maxwell:

In the near future, a white-haired Oriental teenager will come to you to take the exam, hoping to receive it.

- John Sebastian.

"I don't know how much that bastard has taken from others to write to me with a shy old face, but he has no sense of time. Your Highness, you're late, that kid might have been locked out of the door a long time ago!"

The girl was silent for a moment, pursed her lips and bowed her head: "This is my dereliction of duty. ”

"It's the old bastard's fault. The dean rubbed her hair offended: "Don't be sad. ”

As he spoke, he casually turned to the fat man passing by.

Mr. Sidney now walks excitedly and flutters, like a fat penguin in flight. Seeing the dean's serious face, he was suddenly awakened and waited for it. He first bowed his head respectfully and saluted the girl, but his eyes were locked on the headmaster's body, and he didn't know what conspiracy this old man wanted to play.

"Headmaster, what are you doing?"

"That's right, Mr. Sidney, I have a person to consult you. ”

Maxwell put down his glass and gestured to the height of a teenager, "Have you ever met a teenager at the reception? ”

"Huh?" Sidney was stunned, with a hint of bad premonition in his heart.

"Well, it's an Oriental, it should be white-haired, have you seen it?"

“...... Do you still have a dog?"

"I don't know about this, it looks like you've seen him. ”

Maxwell nodded, and when he saw Sidney's face, he suddenly had a bad guess: "Hey, Mr. Sidney, you ...... It's not going to drive him away, is it?"

Sidney hesitated, nodded, and then saw Maxwell and the girl's pitiful eyes.

"Aha, I didn't expect it to be. ”

Maxwell laughed, then pressed his hands on Sidney's shoulders and said, "It seems that I have misunderstood you before, and I have always felt that you are a waste who lacks responsibility.

But today, your performance has completely changed my opinion of you...... But now that you've admitted it, are you willing to take all the blame?"

Sidney didn't have time to get angry, but he was stunned by the second half. What kind of medicine is this old ghost selling in his heart? He suddenly regretted that he was not cautious enough......

"It's my duty, sir!"

Sidney had a gloomy face, picked up the shelf, and slapped the principal's hand away: "He doesn't have an invitation, he is not on the list, he is dressed like a little beggar, am I doing something wrong?"

Pardon my offense, I did see that little bastard you mentioned. For this kind of entanglement, which will only disrupt the trouble of the banquet arrangement, I can only drive him away, and I do not think that such a decision is wrong.

If you have any complaints about my work, you can report to the committee, and I trust the committee will make a fair decision!

But the Royal Academy of Music is not just a place where anyone can come in!"

After finishing speaking, he clicked his mouth, and felt that the last sentence was simply a stroke of genius, which made his cross-examination completely overwhelm the principal's momentum, and it was rare to see the principal's gray face, and his eyes were also proud.

"Huh. ”

Maxwell laughed, "You're really kidding, how can such a thing go to the committee." ”

After suffering a big loss in the last battle, he really didn't dare to challenge the committee head-on, Sidney sneered: "Then please be careful with your words." ”

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me. Maxwell sighed with pity: "I mean...... The committee can't protect you. ”

"You!"

Before he could finish speaking, a letter of recommendation was placed in front of him: "I hope you are still literate, Mr. Sidney, and after reading this, I hope you can still maintain this self-confidence." ”

Sidney glanced at the letterhead, vaguely feeling that the name was a little familiar, but he was not sure, but he suddenly chuckled in his heart: "John Sebastian?"

Maxwell nodded, "That's right." ”

"Which Sebastian?"

Sidney asked a silly question, but the sense of foreboding grew stronger.

The dean sighed deeply: "I said a long time ago that it always feels unreliable to let a waste who is not even a musician come to the academy to be a professor. ”

Then he pointed to the oil painting on the wall:

"Do you think that Sebastian who can be called uncle by His Highness can be Sebastian? Is it Sebastian who sells vegetables? Is it Sebastian who shows us the door? Or is it Sebastian who is now hanging on the wall by us?"

Sidney suddenly felt a heavy uneasiness, and as he looked into his gaze, he suddenly felt his head be smashed with a sledgehammer.

Enlightenment.

Too bad.

He stared blankly at the emaciated man on the painting, his expression twitching, and he thought it was someone who was joking with him.

"That's right, it's him. ”

The headmaster stopped him by the shoulder, clinked glasses with him happily, and raised a glass to the painting: "The Green King, the Uncrowned Emperor, the Strongest Musician, the Guardian of Mankind, the Greatest Liberator and Musician of our time, and my old friend and creditor...... The musician with the title 'Bach' - Johann Sebastian!

Haha, so this guy is pretty great, isn't it?

He winked at Sidney, "You've surprised me today." You know who was the last person to get a letter of recommendation from Sebastian, right?"

Who is it? Who else could it be?!

It's the genius boy whose fame spread all over the world overnight, and who mysteriously disappeared after winning the Yellow King crown!

After a long time, Sidney finally came back to his senses, and looked blankly at the headmaster who was hooking shoulders beside him:

"I, I ......"

Silence, long silence.

Sidney swallowed his saliva and saw the girl's increasingly ugly face, like a fat penguin falling into a fire pit.

"Dean, Your Highness, you ...... Listen to me. ”

He was about to cry, sweating like rain: "You listen to me explain, I am no, no, I am that, it is him, it is not right, I mean...... Please give me a chance to remedy. ”

Maxwell shrugged his shoulders coldly and whistled, indicating that he couldn't help himself.

"You can't do that!"

Sidney's expression collapsed, and he completely lost his temper and lifted the headmaster's collar and shouted: "I have made meritorious service to the academy, I have shed blood for Anglo! You can't do this! I just love the academy! Is it wrong to love the academy?!"

"That's a shame. But alas, all men who are in love will know such a saying......" Maxwell whispered in Sidney's ear:

"You love the Academy, but the Academy doesn't love you. ”

Sidney seemed to have lost all his strength, stumbling backwards, incoherently not knowing what to say: "I'll find him at once! I'll get someone to ...... at once."

His expression twitched, and he dragged the supervisor not far away:

"Lao Mai, immediately, mobilize all the school workers and find everyone...... Find that white-haired Oriental boy for me!" Sidney grabbed him by the shoulder, "Go, run away, understand?!"

His eyes were red and he muttered something under his breath.

I hope he hasn't gone far! I hope he hasn't gone far!

Sidney prayed desperately, only to see the director's increasingly strange face.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Sidney was furious, "Go find it!"

"White-haired, Oriental. ”

The director whispered, "Do you still have a dog?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was hugged by Sidney, like grasping a life-saving straw, eager to rub it up and lick it: "Have you seen him? Have you seen that person?"

"Yes. ”

The director nodded hard and nodded affirmatively: "I see this person." ”

God above, saints bless, Ali Baba, hallelujah!!

Sidney was ecstatic and cried out in excitement.

"Where?!Where?!Take me now!"

"Ugh. ”

The director looked at the principal and the girl next to him, a little hesitant.

"What are you doing in a daze? Say! Where are you?!" Sidney was so anxious that he almost cried.

After the director was silent for a long time, he replied helplessly:

“...... In our back kitchen. ”