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Chapter 377 Scare Yourself

"After this program, the next one will be the violin and piano concerto. Zhang Quan, have you done your preparations?"

At this moment, the girl, with red eyes and at a loss, had tuned her guitar strings for the fourth time twenty minutes ago and applied rosin to the bow for the sixth time.

At the same time, she did not forget to diligently supervise her partner to make preparations before going on stage.

When she was satisfied and put down the rosin, she looked up and saw that the other party had no reaction at all. She immediately curled her lips and said sarcastically in a very skillful way:

"Arrange the pages of the music properly, so that you don't end up having to flip through the pages like you did during rehearsal. Playing the same measure eight times once is enough. I won't embarrass you on stage with me."

There are no fixed requirements for performances in informal competitions, and performers are generally not forced to memorize music scores. Even on some formal performance stages, there are dedicated people responsible for turning over music scores for performers.

But since it is human-made, mistakes are inevitable, leading to accidents.

Among them, the most common is turning the page too early or too late, but this generally has little impact.

After all, the performer’s level is there, and the muscle memory from repeated practice has long been formed. Occasionally, he can still play a short section smoothly without looking at the score.

What is more rare is that while turning the pages, the music score is accidentally scattered, dropped into the piano, or as this girl said, the music score sticks together due to static friction and cannot be turned.

This kind of emergency requires the performer to have extremely high proficiency in the music score, control over it, and the ability to respond on the spot.

The best result is to play smoothly forward until you can smoothly open the music score and adjust to the progress page of the current performance.

Another method is to play the same measure repeatedly. The disadvantage is that it is okay to repeat it two or three times, but if you repeat it too many times, even a layman can easily hear that something is wrong.

The reason why she singled this out was because her partner made such a mistake during the most recent rehearsal, resulting in the same section being played over and over again eight times. Fortunately, it was a rehearsal and not many people saw it. If it was a formal performance, it would have left her with a psychological trauma.

Since the problem was discovered during the rehearsal, it is natural to make timely adjustments to prevent it from happening again in the future.

Therefore, after that, Zhang Quan folded the lower right corner of each page of the music score in advance to make it easier to flip through the pages.

Zhang Quan stood in front of the dressing mirror, buttoning up the top button of his shirt. With a smile in his eyes, he joked through the mirror, "I've already folded the pages. But you put so much rosin on it. Be careful that it sticks to the strings and you can't pull them."

"Bah, bah, bah! Crow's mouth!"

The girl was so angry that she immediately pretended to hit him with the bow. Fortunately, Zhang Quan had anticipated this and not only dodged in time, but also begged for mercy: "Bad things don't work, but good things do! Stop hitting me, ouch, I'll break the bow string later."

As expected, the girl was a little afraid of this. After hearing this, she paused and slowly put her hand down, muttering in a low voice, "Hurry up, don't hold me back later."

However, after the two of them had such a commotion, her nervous mood was relieved and she was no longer as nervous and anxious as before.

Zhang Quan buttoned up his shirt, put on his jacket, tidied his appearance in front of the mirror, and walked out the door.

Seeing this, the girl quickly called out to him, "Zhang Quan, we are almost there, why are you wandering around at this critical moment?"

"I'm going to the bathroom." Zhang Quan said without turning his head, "Right away, it will be done in two or three minutes."

There are three urgent things in life, and this one really cannot be rushed.

After solving his personal problems, Zhang Quan stood in front of the sink in the bathroom and washed his hands methodically.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that it was too quiet here, almost abnormally quiet.

Generally speaking, at such large-scale events, the backstage toilets are always crowded with both men and women.

As he walked along, the bathroom was quiet, so quiet that it was even a little eerie, as if there was no other living person except him.

The boy, who had just stayed up late to watch a horror movie the day before yesterday, suddenly felt inexplicably nervous.

He first swallowed his saliva with a gulp, then involuntarily quickened the pace of washing his hands. He didn't even turn on the faucet completely, and was in a hurry to escape from this place that made him feel weird and uneasy.

Unexpectedly, he had just taken two steps when he felt a dark shadow flash past behind him.

Zhang Quan's hair stood on end and he jumped back like a frightened bird. With a crisp "click" sound, he saw the mop rod standing in the corner slipped and fell to the ground because it was not placed properly.

Apart from this, there were no other abnormalities.

Zhang Quan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest with lingering fear, and sighed: "Oh, haha, I scared myself..."

He shook his head helplessly, wondering how he could be frightened by something like this. He was really suspicious. He raised his hand and pushed open the bathroom door.

"what--!!!"

The moment he pushed open the door, a dark shadow instantly rushed towards him. Before he could see what it was, his eyes went dark and his head felt heavy, as if something had instantly covered his head. He let out a terrified scream.

In panic, Zhang Quan didn't know where the strength came from, and he struggled hard to resist, trying to save himself and escape from the clutches of this devil who was not only a human but also a ghost. In a panic, Wang Ba's punches hit him hard, and he made a few muffled groans.

But soon, his struggling hands and feet were suppressed by several people, and he was forced down.

"Damn, he really is a pianist, his hands are really strong." The man who was hit in the eye by Zhang Quan's punch took a breath and rubbed his swollen eye. He sternly ordered the other people in charge of moving the things, "Be quick, lock him up in the warehouse, don't let anyone see him."

ten minutes later.

"Mr. Pei, it's settled!"

Led by his followers, Pei Jin came to the door of the prop warehouse backstage.

"Didn't I ask you to help me get a performance spot? Why did you bring me to this shabby place?" Pei Jin put his hands in his pockets, looked at the warehouse door with a critical look, and waited impatiently for others' explanation.

The follower winked with his purple eyes, and someone immediately understood and came forward to open the warehouse door.

As the warehouse door was pushed open, a burst of anxious "wooooo" sounds were heard.

Pei Jin frowned and took two steps inside, then he saw Zhang Quan, who was tied up and thrown on the ground in the corner with a cloth strip stuffed in his hand.

Pei Jin: …

Hearing someone coming in, Zhang Quan struggled even harder, but the ropes on his body were too tight and he couldn't get free. He could only whine even louder. His eyes met Pei Jin's, and there was an anxious and pleading look in his eyes.

At this moment, even Young Master Pei didn't know what expression he should show in order to accurately express the "OMF" that was flooding his mind.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Pei Jin stood there in a daze for half a minute. He almost thought that he had entered a plot of a kidnapper or gangster movie. The Zhang Quan in front of him was either a hostage who was kidnapped for ransom, or an enemy undercover who had revealed his true identity and was being discovered by him and was about to be tortured and killed.

The location of the warehouse is more appropriate, perfectly setting off the tense atmosphere at the moment.

Pei Jin and Zhang Quan stared at each other for a while, and finally couldn't hold it anymore. He turned his head and looked at the follower who brought him here. Although his expression didn't show, it was impossible to understand his extremely complicated mood at the moment. He squeezed out the question from between his teeth, gritting his teeth and said:

"Is this the solution you guys came up with for me?"

"Haha, ha, ha... Master Pei, this isn't..." The follower laughed awkwardly twice, but stopped abruptly under Pei Jin's stare, and said, "If we can't solve the quota, we can solve the people who have the quota. It's all the same, hehe, it's all the same."

Pei Jin: …

Seeing Pei Jin's ugly face and increasingly serious expression, the follower was a little confused about what he was thinking at the moment, so he tried to test him:

"Mr. Pei, what do you want us to do now? If you don't want me to let him go now, what should we do?"

Looking at Zhang Quan on the ground, who was whining at him desperately as if he had seen the light of rescue, Pei Jin fell into silence. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind for a long time, and then he said with some annoyance, "He's already tied up, let's just throw him in the warehouse first."

Zhang Quan: ...

Seeing this, the followers breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Pei Jin would change his mind at the last minute. Under Zhang Quan's desperate gaze, they worked together to close the door of the warehouse, blocking out the last ray of light.

After all this was done, they came up again, not only showing joy on their faces, but also adding fuel to the fire and encouraging:

"That's right. Master Pei is indeed a man of great accomplishments. There is no need to worry about these minor details. There are only so many places available. His disappearance has delayed the trip. Bai Yuan must be worried. Now you come forward to help her out and invite her to go on stage with you. I'm sure she will not only not refuse, but will also thank you, Master Pei, for your help."

When Pei Jin heard this, he also felt that this was the case. It was as if he had seen Bai Yuan thanking him. The worries in his heart then disappeared, and he finally nodded and agreed, "This is the only way."

Pei Jin tied up Zhang Quan, who was responsible for playing the piano, which made Zhao Xin, who was waiting for him to come back in the preparation room, very anxious.

We agreed that two or three minutes would be enough to go to the bathroom. It’s been almost twenty minutes, why hasn’t this person come back yet?

While waiting, Zhao Xin thought through all the possible scenarios.

Sometimes I wondered if this guy forgot to bring toilet paper, sometimes I suspected that he dropped it in the toilet, and I also thought that the backstage bathroom might be crowded and he ran to another building, so I took out my cell phone and called him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she dialed the number, a rapid phone ring rang on the desk within five meters of her.

When Zhao Xin walked over and took a look, he almost died of anger.

It turned out that this person also left his cell phone behind and didn't take it away at all.

This time I really can’t find anyone even if I want to!

Zhao Xin was so anxious that he was walking around in the room, not knowing what to do. But he thought that instead of waiting here for Zhang Quan to come back, he might as well go and see what was going on.

Do it as you think. Zhao Xin hurriedly put down the violin in his hand, pushed the door open and left the room, walking towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

The bathroom at this moment was very different from the one when Zhang Quan came just now. After Pei Jin's followers successfully kidnapped the man, they did not forget to remove the temporary "Cleaning" sign.

Therefore, a lot of people crowded in front of the bathroom door again.

Zhao Xin was wearing a gorgeous performance dress, which already attracted attention. What was even more abrupt was that she, a pretty and sweet girl, did not go to the women's restroom, but instead lingered at the door of the men's restroom.

"Zhao Xin, what are you doing?"

Just when Zhao Xin was at a loss, hesitating whether to risk it all and force her way in, a male classmate happened to pass by and came over to ask kindly, "It's your turn to perform the next show, right? Why are you hanging around here instead of preparing?"

"You're just in time!" Zhao Xin grabbed the man's arm as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and pushed him into the men's restroom. "Go in quickly and help me see if Zhang Quan is in there. Make him get out quickly!"

Seeing that she was so anxious that she was about to cry, the male classmate knew that the matter was of great importance, so he did not joke with her. He nodded, quickened his pace and walked in, and came out in less than half a minute.

"How is it, where are the people?"

"No." The male student shook his head regretfully.

Hearing the other party say this, Zhao Xin's last bit of hope was shattered. His eyes turned red and he burst into tears.

"Hey, don't cry!" The boy was startled and hurriedly tried to comfort her, "I'll help you look for it. Go and tell the person in charge and ask them to help you find a solution."

Zhao Xin was able to control herself and after getting the other party's reminder, she remembered that she could go to the person in charge for help. She nodded, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, lifted her skirt, and rushed to the preparation room.

As soon as she saw Bai Yuan, she told him everything that had happened. As she spoke, her eyes started to turn red again, and she looked as if she could cry at any moment:

"Where on earth did that damn Zhang Quan go? I'm going to give him a good beating when I find him. President, is it too late to send someone to look for him now? Will it delay the process?"

Before Bai Yuan could answer, Pei Jin, who had just met Zhang Quan and came from the warehouse where he was imprisoned, swaggered in from outside the door.

His eyes first fell on Zhao Xin, then turned to look at Bai Yuan, and asked in a tone of pretending to be ignorant:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

He didn't directly ask for help, fearing that being too direct might make Bai Yuan see through it and guess that he was the one behind it.

Pei Jin put his hands in his pockets, pretending to be watching the fun, and tilted his head and said jokingly:

"You scolded someone and made him cry? That's not like you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Jin.

Pei Jin's heart tightened, thinking that she had seen through something so quickly, but then he came to his senses and recognized that the glance came from his previous teasing. He felt relieved again and waited for Bai Yuan to take the initiative to explain what happened to him.