Xi Ruzhu had been waiting for this moment to arrive.
To highlight her own brilliance at the peak, in contrast to Zuzi's most humble state.
Just like back at the citywide English competition, her hoarse voice, like that of a crow, was overshadowed by Zuzi's stunningly aristocratic Old English accent.
But now, the tables have turned. Tonight is her stage, and there's no way a bumpkin like Zuzi could come close to a cathedral-level violin performance.
Forcing her on stage would only make Zuzi show her ugly side.
Sure enough.
In the audience, Gu Qiusha panicked first, desperately signaling to Xi Ruzhu: Zhuzhu, what are you doing? According to the program, it's intermission now; just play some soothing music. Why let Zuzi on stage? She's grown up in the countryside her entire life, how could she play the violin?
Of course, Xi Ruzhu knew what Gu Qiusha's signals meant.
