Maestro Qin Wu frowned.
Young people these days had no discipline. He hadn't even stepped off the stage yet and they were already acting like monkeys let loose in a jungle.
However, as he watched them longer, he realized it wasn't just distraction.
It was…mockery.
Why were they looking at him while whispering?
Why did it feel like their eyes carried ridicule?
His brows furrowed deeper. His steps slowed.
And then, fragments of conversation reached him.
"I really didn't think much of Elena Zhang before, but now I think she's impressive. She seems close with Maestro De Luca based on their conversation. Even our own maestros here can't talk to him like that."
"Exactly. And she speaks Italian fluently! That's insane."
Maestro Qin Wu's expression darkened.
Elena Zhang?
Talented?
Close to Maestro De Luca?
His lips twitched with contempt.
Don't make me laugh.
But then another voice spoke, and this time it hit his ears like a slap.
