The reasons were varied, but everyone moved in unison, all hurriedly heading outside.

The empty concert hall was left with only Duanmu Heiying and Mrs. Qin.

Duanmu Heiying was filming Qin Wenrou with a camcorder, clearly satisfied: "Rou’er, not bad, keep going."

Whether there was an audience or not didn’t matter to him. His goal was to record Qin Wenrou’s performance in the luxurious hall and then burn it onto a disc. In this way, he could spread it everywhere, whether online or in reality, with his name as the composition guide, Duanmu Heiying, included.

But Qin Wenrou was different. What she cared about was the fame of this concert. At this moment, she no longer had the heart to continue. Biting her lip, she said, "Teacher, wait a moment."

She took a step and ran towards the door.

She was determined to see what everyone was rushing for.

Mrs. Qin followed behind, jogging with a limp: "Rou’er, slow down! Oh dear, you’re wearing too little, it’s very cold. Put on a coat..."

A poor mother’s heart, at a time like this, still worried that she wasn’t dressed warmly.

Qin Wenrou, in her high heels, ran puffing and panting until she finally caught up with the last batch of audience members.

By this time, the elevator had already stopped.

Everyone was taking the stairs up.

Exhausted, they finally reached the top floor but saw only a crowd of heads, unable to squeeze to the front.

Moreover, these people were outside the concert hall, crammed in the large open space, stairwells, and even the outer balcony.

Despite the crowding, there was a good sense of order.

No one was speaking, and not even a cough or noise could be heard.

Qin Wenrou couldn’t help but stop and hold her breath.

Then she heard a string of melodious guitar music, playing very lightly and joyously.

Like a small bridge over flowing water, it was full of innocent and youthful vibes.

She had heard Qin Xiaoshuang play this piece before. It sounded nice, but it didn’t seem special; it was just a children’s song, what’s there to appreciate? Had these people not seen the world?

But the next second.

The style of music changed!

A powerful piano piece, like the clashing of armor, suddenly flattened that leisurely string in the audience’s minds, with overwhelming majesty!

It stood in sharp contrast to the previous melodious and cheerful guitar.

A guitar and piano duet was already rare.

This combination of softness and strength, joy and majesty, alternating continuously, provided an extraordinary auditory stimulation, a veritable feast of sound.

Who?

Who’s playing the piano?

Qin Wenrou’s gaze fell on the poster above the doorway.

"Qin Xiaoshuang’s Special Concert"

So it was Qin Xiaoshuang playing the guitar!

This is Qin Xiaoshuang’s concert, a special one!

But what stirred her envy most was the person playing the piano.

As someone who also played the piano, she could tell that person’s skill was very high—high to what degree, you ask? Probably dozens of times higher than her piano teacher. Anyway, she had never heard such an awe-inspiring piano piece before.

To the extent that when the piece ended and everyone was clapping frantically, she also clapped twice.

Then, when someone finally began to speak excitedly:

"This is a true piano master who shakes the soul."

"Yeah, what’s there to show off by playing piano with your feet? That person’s delicate fingers play with unparalleled grandeur."

When Qin Wenrou heard such words that disparaged herself, she didn’t have the energy left to be angry because, like everyone else, she was dying to know the answer to one question—

"It’s incredible. Who exactly is this master?"