"Don't you object?"
"He was the only audience member who made Miss Nightingale cry before."
As soon as Fan Ning said this, someone from the back of the auditorium immediately glared "viciously" at the people around him. The latter were some fans who had been accused of giving flowers to "peach songs" before.
In fact, these people have a tendency to "change their minds" later on, or secretly feel lucky that "fortunately, Miss Nightingale survived the competition without any danger", so when faced with the questioning looks of those around them, they can't help but feel guilty and deny it one after another:
"I'm not." "I'm not."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Anyway, everyone's bouquets are on now, so there is no such thing as refusing to admit it.
It didn't take long for the light spots of immortal nectar to gather into "tails" and "wings". When Miss Nightingale finished her curtain call and stood upright again, they instantly turned into dust and light smoke and disappeared.
Also disappearing with it were the bloody flames that had gathered on Renyla's body.
It is close to two o'clock in the morning, and all the bouquets, air, number plates and people's heterogeneous colors have returned to normal, which also indicates that tonight's famous singer contest has officially ended its mystical significance. Of course, the previous spectacles of the four
Thousands of people witnessed it.
It stands to reason that ever since Fan Ning asked those words in an understatement, the open-air opera hall has been in a state of silence. However, just at the moment when thousands of red light spots evaporated, something unexpected happened, and there was a loud noise like thunder on the ground.
It exploded from Fan Ning's mind!
"boom!--"
He even suspected that the steel support of the entire stage base suddenly broke.
Or some kind of energy support that was already running low was completely taken away by the last big movement.
Along with the loud noise, there was also a violent and brief feeling of weightlessness, which disturbed and interrupted all his thoughts about the subsequent movements and Nietzsche's text.
Just like when you are about to fall asleep occasionally, you suddenly feel like your whole body is falling rapidly.
"what happened?"
The shock only lasted a moment. Fan Ning sat in front of the piano and still did not stand up. He just looked around calmly at the audience below.
The lighting was better than nothing. The seats were dim and I could see the crowds of people as a whole, but I couldn't make out any details.
However, relying on his powerful spiritual sense, Fan Ning confirmed that the audience did not react to the strange changes just now.
This is unreasonable, such a loud noise and falling feeling, even my own heart skipped half a beat.
The next moment, Fan Ning moved his eyes from the audience seat to the judges' seat and other locations on the stage.
He saw several people return to their normal positions from raising their heads or looking around.
A few people.
For example, Master Lucter, several bishops or archbishops of the church, such as the two chief inspectors of the Special Inspectorate.
There was Luna and Ann, but no Walter.
"The one who noticed the strangeness was basically the Deep One?..." Fan Ning was a little concerned about what he observed, "Walter didn't feel it, so the other two students, An and I, performed together, and the inspiration was too great.
Soaring? Luna... It shouldn't be like just flipping the spectrum, but she also has a special feature that is the 'loser'..."
Then, he immersed himself again in his previous musical thoughts.
At the judges' table, He Meng and Gang looked at each other.
"You feel it too?"
"The revelation comes from the damaged skin of the world, but it's too secretive to say what it is specifically. Can you describe it?"
"Even the people in the church are a little confused." Gang Zai shook his head.
"Maybe it has something to do with the 'Red Pond'. Let's get in touch with the leader later." He Meng speculated in a low voice.
The feelings of these profound ones, including the Archbishop of Fanghui Temple, seemed not to be as strong as Fan Ning's. The two little girls also wondered whether it was due to their fatigue from the long battle.
The only one who showed a surprised and solemn look, but quickly calmed down, was Master Lucter.
He took a deep look at Scheele inside the stage, then stood up and announced briefly:
"Congratulations to the famous singer of Tia City, Miss Nightingale, in the year 914 of the New Calendar!"
There is no more controversy.
The admiration of the audience, who had already been captivated by him, poured out like a flood, overturning the roof of the hall.
To them, the episode just now was not actually an episode, because in their eyes everything was business as usual, but the shock brought by Scheler's "The Devil" only lasted a few more minutes.
The remaining forty-seven judges all stood up and applauded, and most of them also expressed congratulations from the bottom of their hearts.
The moving songs sung by Miss Nightingale are enough to convince the centrists or those with less-close interests. Queen Eleanor is also very well-educated. Her elegant smile is hard to fault. At this time, her smile is slightly stiff.
The only possibility is Prince Eleanor.
Others also have some understanding of this. After all, there is nothing wrong with fighting for the honor of the daughter of your family. The previous negotiations and arguments were also within the scope of reason. As soon as the follow-up "Demon King" received an undisputed response, there was no longer any entanglement.
A disgraceful situation.
According to southern customs, as the guest manager of the Eleanor State Opera House, Prince Eleanor will also take the newly minted singers to visit the aerial gallery on the ceiling of the building.
The outer edge of the spotlight is always darker. As the second runner-up after the winner, the glamorous halo on the field was quickly covered up. Senesino and Renilla left the stage silently amid the crowds of people.
What rushed up one after another were the enthusiastic flower-givers from the music fans, Miss Nightingale and Walter's family and friends, reporters who had been waiting to report the grand event for the first time, and a large number of people from the music critics and opera circles.
The atmosphere here is what it should be like after a wonderful performance.
"Miss Nightingale, you are the youngest famous singer in the South in recent years. Do you have any artistic mottos that you would like to share?"
"Beauty is the bait, love is the purpose." Miss Nightingale held the sheet music.
"What are Mr. Scheler's standards for accepting students?"
"It depends on fate." The girl smiled lightly.
"Hello, I am Dench, the music director of the Palagodos Opera House. Here is a letter of intent for signing and cooperation with our opera house. The treatment and status are very sincere. If you are interested, you can contact..."
"I would like to ask if Miss Nightingale has any intention of returning to Missing Grand Opera House to be the leading actress?"
"Miss Nightingale, why did you cry on stage just now?"
“…”
The crowd packed the front half of the stage, the sound of camera shutters kept coming, and even Walter and Luna received quite a lot of patronage.
"Little girl, you will also participate in the competition like your sister in a few years, right?"
"I...I only know how to turn over music and help the teacher with accounting." "No, no, I'm not humble."
"Everything else about me is really average..." Luna faltered in the face of the reporters' bombardment.
"Conductor Walter, what do you think of the Southern music fans' feelings about Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale changing several times tonight?"
"First, the evaluation guide of the competition is improper... Second, there are limitations in artistic aesthetics... Third, the shortcomings of one's own accompaniment level... To solve the above shortcomings, first of all, the church must further improve the system and mechanism, and secondly, the authorities must increase the intensity of cultural exchanges between continents.
…”
As the poet laureate of the year, Walter was also the piano accompanist of this legendary night. His aura was no weaker than that of Miss Nightingale. His response was as serious and straightforward as ever. Every time he encountered a problem, he thought slowly and slowly, as if reading a speech.
This made the journalists who were particular about obtaining information in a short and quick manner scratch their heads with anxiety. Many reporters at the back gave up the queue after waiting for a while.
"Miss Nightingale, congratulations to you, a famous singer in Tia City. According to southern folk custom, Prince Eleanor, the head of the National Opera House, will lead the winner and guests to celebrate..."
Archbishop Fields came to Ann and made arrangements in a graceful and conscientious manner in front of a large number of public figures and cameras: "So everyone, please first let His Royal Highness lead us around the National Opera House Gallery.
I will drink wine from the top fountain to wish Tiya City far away, and then I will award the medals to the players at the banquet. Haha, it will not be too late for all the guests to have an interview with our Miss Nightingale. According to tradition, the city will not sleep tonight, and our art discussion will
Talking casually on the streets of Tia”
"Senior Brother Walter, can you please do this for me?" An said softly at this time.
"Your piano accompaniment is also very good, otherwise we would not be able to build a fan base in the early and mid-term."
Everyone looked at Walter, who was standing upright in suits and ties.
No, why is it me again? Walter was completely confused.
"What about you?" he asked.
"I'm staying here with the teacher." Miss Nightingale smiled, "He seems to have a lot of things to think about. It would have been nice to join in the celebration together, but inspiration is the most cherished thing, and it is more worth witnessing than excitement and celebration.
and companionship.”
To be continued...