"A pretty good young man!" Fan Ning frowned and sighed sincerely, "He especially wants to experience what it's like to experience the 'Awakening Chant' here, but there seemed to be some small problem just now..."

Behind his voice, Miss Nightingale An suddenly burst into laughter.

It does not make sense!

This Mr. Walter is at least thirty years old, right? Such a good-looking boy like the teacher seems to be younger than twenty! What kind of tone and wording is this?

"Later I saw that he was a little lost, so I agreed to help him write a song to wake him up. But this student of mine, his tour schedule is too crowded. What is today? The 10th... He is 13

The last performance will be performed tonight, but I just wrote the beginning."

So everyone saw that Mr. Scheele, who had previously been so light-hearted, gradually began to explain his words sincerely out of the special patrol office's "concern for the growth of students":

"Everyone knows that this orchestral genre still requires the band to rehearse it after it is written, but in just three days, I just wrote the beginning..."

"So I'm really not targeting anyone. 'Song of Awakening' is a bit difficult. How to continue writing it later? I have to think about it again. I must not have time tonight. Walter, am I right?"

"No, that's right." Commander Walter began to wipe his sweat, "Thank you, teacher, thank you, teacher."

The "sincerity" and "strength" revealed in Scheler's words made He Meng feel that his expectations had to be raised to a higher level. Even Bishop Castini seemed to understand why he was so informal.

"Anyway, Your Excellency Scheler has not been free in the past few days, but he is willing to talk to us again later." He Meng summarized the central idea of ​​this conversation, "So, how long will it take? I will make arrangements in advance."

"I guess it will be about another month. I will be very busy." Fan Ning said.

"A month!?"

He Meng began to have a headache. Scheler's unsophisticated character had more advantages than disadvantages in the current situation. Before he had friction with other forces or figures, it was a good time for the Special Patrol Office to extend an olive branch, but this time

Too……

He was about to organize his words again, when everyone heard a powerful voice:

"Is Herr Scheele in there?"

"Yes, yes." "It should still be there." Several other voices of young men and women said.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

I saw that the leader looked slightly older, with a square and broad face with sharp edges, sparse golden curly hair hanging down naturally, and a thin line of mouth, giving him a majestic and unapproachable temperament.

The two men and one woman behind him were both wearing luxurious evening dresses or tuxedos. Their eyes were shining and they were majestic, and their words and deeds carried indescribable emotional resonance.

Master Lucter actually came here with his three favorite disciples!

"Master, distinguished guests, it's so late, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came..."

“I’ll make arrangements for my car back later.”

"Please clear the seats. Please clear the seats and prepare drinks, flowers and snacks."

"Mr. Lucter, do you need to stay at our Senesino family's hotel tonight?"

Everyone was busy saying hello.

Who would have known that the master who responded first was not He Meng, not Castini, or even Scheler.

He launched a fire directly at the great troubadour, Miss Cuckoo’s teacher, Senesino, the music director of the Festival Concert Hall here, and several senior executives of the hospital behind him:
Chapter completed!