I Am A Boss Mommy That Wants To Slack

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Yun Yiheng paused in his motion of standing up and was confused for some time.

As he had lost too much blood and was suffering from intense pain, his mind became sluggish.

Where did the zither music come from?

The way the music was played was just right! For this music piece, a pause was needed between the intro and the climax. Only then would it be able to cause the listeners to feel a void in their hearts, allowing them to become more immersed during the climax.

He had practiced unceasingly for two days straight just to ensure he got the pause correct.

!!

But no matter what he did, he wasn’t able to grasp the exact timing.

However, at this moment, this pause was done perfectly!

In addition, the climatic notes were played better, with greater familiarity and forcefulness compared to his! The rhythm produced also caused one’s feelings to soar more!

The same music piece had a different strength when played by a different person.

He was shocked. In his half-standing motion, he slowly turned his head stiffly. After that, he saw Anonymous who supposedly ‘didn’t know eastern musical instruments’ strumming the strings of the zither rapidly.

The climatic music seemed to lead everyone back into a primeval jungle where humanity returned to its most original form.

The clear air, the beautiful sounds of birds chirping, the fragrance of flowers, the sound of the flowing creek…all of these instantly made everyone feel a feeling of ‘floating clouds and rootless willows’. They were floating around with the wind in the vastness of the sky.

The climatic portion soon passed and the zither music turned more rhythmic.

It would sometimes sound as gentle as a flowing spring and sometimes as fierce as a raging waterfall. It also alternated between the sounds of large pearls and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, while occasionally sounding as low as a whisper. The pure music seeped deep into the depths of everyone’s soul, allowing them to find their original selves.

Not only did this baptize the soul, but it even caused everyone to feel the resonance produced by their inner organs…

Everyone on the scene was stunned by the music and even more shocked by the person on the stage. Everyone’s gaze was currently fixated on Shen Ruojing!

Some of the students who didn’t manage to enter the music hall were currently paying attention to the performance outside.

They nervously refreshed the school’s intranet and wanted to hear timely first-hand news from the live audience.

But why was no one posting?

Also, they could faintly hear the sound of music drifting from within the music hall.

They immediately began to refresh the webpage like crazy as they spammed questions.

——What’s going on exactly? Didn’t someone say that Yun Yiheng’s finger was injured and couldn’t play? Why was there still zither music?

——Can a live audience member say something?

Sadly, none of them replied to these comments.

After that, someone mentioned this: I saw a livestream shared by a reporter on WeiBo. Let us go and check it out.

Everyone immediately left the intranet and logged into WeiBo, entering the livestream shared by the reporter.

At this moment, there were over tens of thousands of people in the stream.

Because Wen Yuyi had spent money to make the earlier post trending, a lot of people came to check the livestream out.

The instant the students clicked in, they immediately saw Yun Yiheng sitting dumbfoundedly on the stage as he stared at the person beside him in shock.

And the female seated beside him had very good looks, even more beautiful compared to celebrities. At this moment, her dainty hands were currently strumming the zither strings.

The students. “?”

Everyone posted their comments on the bullet screen.

——Is this Teacher Anonymous? She knows the zither too?

——How are her skills in the zither? The melody sounds pretty good when listening to it on the web, but it isn’t so impressive that it can be compared to the symphony…

——Indeed, the feeling of impressiveness cannot be compared to the eleventh band’s symphony, but this is the difference between eastern and western musical instruments. You won’t be able to feel the resonance of the zither strings because you are not at the scene. So, we should just wait for the live audience’s reactions…

——Anonymous is actually skilled in playing the zither? She looks like she knows what she is doing. Look at Yun Yiheng, he seems dumbstruck.

There were also mocking voices who objected to this:

——She is Anonymous, a representative of western musical instruments. Yet, she’s actually playing such decadent music here?

——Look at Teacher Anonymous’s stance. Have we misunderstood her? She has never said western musical instruments are better before. It has always been us boasting about it…

——We can wait for the live audience’s reaction to see if she plays well or not. Speaking of which, why hasn’t any of the live audience members helped us with the answers yet?

——Waiting for the live audience to comment.

——Waiting +1

…

It was a pity that at this moment, none of the live audience was willing to take out their phones to make a comment. They wanted nothing more than to sink in and immerse themselves in the melody forever.

At this moment, they completely understood Teacher Anonymous’s words.

The zither was truly used to cure illnesses!

They felt that their body was undergoing purification!

Backstage.

Wen Yuyi stared at the stage in disbelief.

(How can this be…this is impossible!)

As she was shocked, the sound of someone sobbing rang out behind her abruptly.

“Boohoohoo, I was wrong…”

Fatty fell onto the ground. His gaze was sluggish and there was no longer any resentment for Yun Yiheng within it.

The zither melody on the stage used its strength to make him understand how foolish his actions were!

Regret, hatred, and reluctance filled his heart and caused him to cry out loudly and uncontrollably. How good would it be if he hadn’t betrayed Brother Yun? He would then be one of the people performing on the stage now!

Sadly, there were no ‘ifs’ in this world.

Traitors ought to be punished. In the future, he most probably would regret his choice forever. He had personally buried his glorious future.

Thinking of this, he clutched his face and howled in despair, “I WAS WRONG!”

Wen Yuyi frowned and looked at him.

Fatty was wrong but wasn’t she wrong as well?

If she hadn’t poached Yun Yiheng’s people and actually allowed them to compete, Yun Yiheng’s band would definitely not become the champion based on the way he was playing earlier.

But Shen Ruojing was now the one playing the zither…

At this moment, Wen Yuyi felt as though she was crushed on all fronts!

It felt like competing against Anonymous using the violin. How could she possibly be a match for Anonymous’s violin skills?

But—

Why was Anonymous skilled in the zither as well?! In the past, she clearly hadn’t touched any eastern musical instruments before! When she played the zither, it felt as though Qing Dai had descended!

The reporters in the audience were staring at the stage as well, as their gazes gradually brightened. An incredulous thought suddenly appeared in her mind. (Could it be…it can’t be, right…?)

The performance was concluded!

Only then did the audience wake up from the sound of the zither. All of them were staring at the stage in shock.

The only one who could still be considered calm was Old Master Shen Yuansong.

He stared at the girl on the stage. The girl had her head lowered as she played, and when she finally lifted her head slowly after her performance ended, he could finally see her peach blossom eyes and the smile on her lips. However, her features caused him to sit up straight…

At this moment, the MC rushed up the stage.

The entire competition had not ended, and it wasn’t time for the interview segment yet. However, as a music student, she felt her blood boiling at this moment. Her voice quavered as she asked, “A…are you not Teacher Anonymous?!”

Shen Ruojing stood up.

Her gaze swept past all the faces in the audience before finally landing on her astonished younger cousin who had his mouth wide open.

Her lips curled as her voice rang out clearly. “Hmm, and I’m also Qing Dai.”