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Musical performance is one of the most powerful mystical templates. This kind of people personally conduct the music they have written. They have prepared the echoes in advance, and are ready to listen to it while holding the ritual vessels and curse seals.

But today Fan Ning was taken away directly and it seemed that he would not come out, so he was very relaxed and comfortable.

However, McAdam and several mentors or bishops felt that these people in the Special Patrol Office just had enough to eat and had nothing to do.

Just tonight's battle in the symphony hall, and the number of officially knowledgeable and enlightened people, which secret cult organization dares to cause trouble here? I'm afraid that the secret ceremony altar just made a stroke, and directly gave him even the ashes.

Got out.

And if you really act cautiously, you should at least send two inspectors here, right?

While everyone was busy with their own thoughts, time passed by and the eight o'clock bell was about to ring.

The audience was ready for the warmest applause, but a few people's hearts had sunk to the bottom.

He didn't come out.

Roy in the front row finally looked up from the music score.

She looked at Sheeran and saw that his face was frighteningly white, and then her eyes passed through Sheeran, through the entire first violin section, and saw Congreve standing in the stage aisle.

He was counting his pocket watch anxiously under the dim light.

"Dang——dang——dang——"

The clock struck eight o'clock, and Kaplan sat up straight on the special seat with the backrest tilted 45 degrees.

He was just about to applaud Fan Ning when he came to the stage, but two gentlemen ran up next to him with his head down.

"The private doctor arranged by Miss Roy. If you feel okay, sir, you can pretend that we don't exist."

After the two people finished speaking, they sat directly on the small stool next to them.

"Thank you, Miss Roy, for your concern. I will insist on listening to the five movements." Kaplan understood the intention instantly. He thanked him in a low voice and took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat, then put the score on his knees and spread it out.

"Wow!--"

Warm applause and cheers rang out, and Kaplan began to applaud along with the audience.

But three seconds later, the applause not only did not increase in intensity, but actually became smaller.

Congreve, wearing a straight suit, came out, seemingly holding a small card in his hand.

"This is?..." The fans were a little stunned, "Is this the host?"

"It seems to be Manager Congreve of the General Operations Department."

"Is there any opening speech for this serious concert?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I need to read an announcement from Mr. Fanning, the music director of the Old Symphony Orchestra." Congreve's voice was low.

The applause suddenly disappeared, and only the faint sound of breathing remained in the symphony hall.

"announcement?……"

"Mr. Fanning's announcement?..."

"Why didn't Mr. Conductor announce it himself?..."

A bad premonition came to the audience's mind.

Congreve gritted his teeth and began to read the letter Fan Ning left word by word:

"With immediate effect, I declare in writing that I am unilaterally withdrawing from the Guidance School, resigning as president of the Uvranser branch, and resigning as music director of the Old Symphony Orchestra. All businesses and assets under Turner Art Hall, and individuals have published or

All copyrights to musical scores, recordings or theoretical textbooks under creation are permanently and gratuitously gifted to Miss Sheeran Conor, as evidenced by the handwriting of Carolyn Van Ning."

"Therefore, the premiere of "Symphony No. 2 in C minor" may be postponed."

There was no response, and the symphony hall was eerily silent as if it was closing time.

Olga tremblingly grabbed Kaplan's hand next to her.

But Kaplan didn't faint, nor did he lean back. He sat there in a daze, as if his thinking had suddenly stopped.

The two medical staff stared at him as if they were facing an enemy.

In the darkness of the emergency passage next to it, there were four stretcher-bearers ready to go.

Viadlin's eyes froze. President P. Boulez and his mentor Carmen Leon exchanged glances next to him, and they both read the look of disbelief in the other's expressions.

When Marquis MacAdam saw the breath of the musicians on the stage being stagnant, and when he saw the calmness he was trying to maintain and the deep anxiety on his daughter's face, his eyes gradually narrowed slightly.

The most dazzling genius of the Guidance School cannot withdraw from the membership without any reason. It must be one of the reasons that can be found by elimination method.

The symphony hall fell into a strange silence, and there was no explosive scene as he imagined, because these well-educated listeners were basically confused.

After this state lasted for more than three minutes, buzzing sounds began to be heard from all over the seats.

"Mr. Fanning resigned!?"

"The performance of "Second Symphony" has been cancelled?..."

"Why so sudden? What happened to Commander Fan Ning??"

Congreve had a second card to read, on which Roy handwritten four alternatives for fans to compensate for the cancellation of the Second Symphony.

But he felt that after reading Fan Ning's letter, he had exhausted all the energy to speak, and it felt like he had a lump in his throat on stage.

The musicians either lowered their eyes, stared blankly at the music score, or looked away at the audience.

Even those media reporters who are usually keen on reporting breaking news feel that their emotions are not very active at this time.

Time passed by, and Congreve on the stage did not say anything after reading the letter. The cancellation of the performance may have been a foregone conclusion, and no one left the table or lost their temper. The symphony hall was first silent, and then fell into a low mood.

Discussing in low voices.

It always feels like something is hovering, and this strange state will continue indefinitely.

Roy gritted his teeth, gently placed the piano steady, and was about to stand up——

"Please be quiet."

A thin voice floated out from the auditorium. Although it was weak, it was much more obvious than a whisper.

Silence returned to the hall again, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

Roy turned his head in surprise.

More than 50 knowledgeable and profound people turned their heads in shock.

The gazes of all the musicians stopped wandering, and Sheeran, whose eyes were red, looked away from the music score.

Olga slowly let go of Kaplan's hand.

She looked at her husband and stood up straighter from her seat inch by inch.

"Dad?" Little Eileen, who was shorter than the audience, hid behind and spoke softly.

Kaplan's arms and legs were shaking. He calmed down slightly, and then slowly picked up the music book.
Chapter completed!