The Daughter of the Enchanted in the Modern Age

Chapter 209

Someone had also found a video of a musician from the Han Country and watched it. He plays piano songs with a relatively high level of difficulty, and his foundation is still admirable.

However, other than Xia Wanyuan, everyone in the top ten was famous.

As for Xia Wanyuan's song, even netizens who don't know the music can say that there is nothing wrong with the jury's judgment.

Although they differ in culture and language, music channels emotions through sound.

Everyone was easily touched by the emotions in Xia Wanyuan's music. They can feel the love of his music for Olly, the city. 

Even if they did not personally go to the World Music Competition, Xia Wanyuan's music brought sunlight to them.

Theoretical netizens slowly emerged, and rational comments increased.

When the news returned to China, the enthusiastically-fighting netizens were collectively stunned.

[Emmmm? So was Xia Wanyuan really in the final of the World Music Competition?]

[Wow, our Yuan Yuan is truly amazing!]

[I just finished watching the video. I can only say that Xia Wanyuan is legitimate.]

[Why aren't the anti-fans dancing anymore? Why don't they say that your father Xia is a disgrace of the country now? Your father Xia fought for the glory of the country beyond. Who is like you, hiding behind a keyboard and guiding the mountains?]

The news media always gather wherever there is a hot topic. Looking at this direction, they immediately changed the title. "Xia Wanyuan was third in the semi-finals and became the dark horse that won the World Music Competition this year."

[Is the media crazy? Can you not always exaggerate?]

[Although I am a fan of Xia Wanyuan, I am very impressed that she was able to get third place. It is not good for the media to praise him so much.]

Excessive media praise makes comments that have just subsided back into controversy.

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While the country was in a frenzy, Xia Wanyuan did not even know that she had entered the final.

Because Xia Wanyuan was drunk.

Xia Wanyuan was very obedient when she was drunk. He did not act drunk or run around shouting.

He sat on the chair obediently. Every time he talked to her, she would tilt her head and smile at him.

Jun Shiling felt that Xia Wanyuan was too cute.

"Are you full?" Jun Shiling asked Xia Wanyuan after slicing the steak into pieces and feeding it.

"Mm, I'm so full." Xia Wanyuan's drunken eyes glittered. He tilted his head and looked at Jun Shiling calmly for a while.

"What do you see?"

"Jun Shiling, you're so handsome." Xia Wanyuan's drunk and soft voice sounded.

"Oh, so you like my good looks?" Jun Shiling smiled and stepped forward to help Xia Wanyuan stand up.

Xia Wanyuan wrapped her arms around Jun Shiling's neck and thought about it seriously. 

“No, besides looking good, I like the others.”

When he said this, Jun Shiling felt as if his heart was floating in the clouds, and it never landed.

It's too late. This castle originally belonged to the Jun family, so Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan rested in the castle. He helped her to the bed in the bedroom and bathed her personally.

"Who do you like?" 

After finishing everything, Jun Shiling slept beside Xia Wanyuan and pinched her delicate face.

Xia Wanyuan rubbed her face into Jun Shiling's palm with great dependence. 

"Jun Shiling."

However, Xia Wanyuan took the initiative to hug her neck and fall asleep in her arms. His breathing gradually became longer.

"You run after teasing every day." Jun Shiling lowered his head helplessly and kissed Xia Wanyuan's hair, then slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, when Xia Wanyuan woke up, Jun Shiling had already left.

After Xia Wanyuan ate, she went to the Olly Royal Theatre alone to listen to the concert.

To facilitate the training of the participants, the music competition committee in particular opened many training places in the theater for everyone to practice.

Although ancient zither was different from foreign instruments, some of the same techniques and aesthetic standards were also the same. Xia Wanyuan wanted to find more inspiration.

The enemy is bound to meet in the narrow path. Xia Wanyuan had not expected to meet that annoying young man just by listening to music in the theater.

Xia Wanyuan was originally sitting in her chair, quietly listening to violin music in the theater.

“Hey, isn't this China's Pride?” A male voice that was not harmonious suddenly sounded.

Xia Wanyuan turned around. The man who had changed his nationality smiled at him, but his eyes were filled with jealousy.

Back then, when he renounced his citizenship and entered America, China was still a poor country in the world. There were no cars on the streets, and at the time, America was the most developed country in the world.

Back then, many people were envious of him for being able to go to America. Every time he came home to visit his relatives, he would receive the envious gazes of everyone. The sense of superiority in his heart was indescribable.

However, no one expected China to develop so quickly. In just a few years, China quietly became a country that could compete with America, and its socioeconomic development was rapid.

After all, he was an outsider in America. It was difficult for him to integrate there for many years, and he was unable to return to China. 

Stuck in the middle, he hates China more and more, and he hates to see any improvement in China because any reparation mocks his mistake of leaving the country.

He had worked hard for many years but had never been able to enter the World Music Competition. This time, she actually saw someone from China enter, and it was a young girl. 

He could not maintain a sense of superiority in his heart. He looked at Xia Wanyuan in a state of jealousy and hate.

A stranger wearing a headscarf walked in front of the man. The stranger did not understand Mandarin and looked at them in confusion.

“Richard, who is this beautiful woman? You know him?"

“Prince Garo, this is the guy who got third place in the semi-finals of the music competition. She's from China.”

"I understand. I have long heard that the women of the mysterious Eastern country are all very beautiful. Seeing it today, it is.” Prince Garo looked at Xia Wanyuan in astonishment.

She grew up in the Olly royal family and has been surrounded by countless beautiful women since she was young. However, to be honest, he had never seen a woman who looked as gentle as water but as arrogant as an iceberg, making him miss her.

“Prince Garo, women in China are relatively cheap. They are so vain. If you like it, you can take it. I Believe that with your wealth and charm, she will definitely not reject you.” Richard leaned closer to Prince Garo and suggested.

They're talking in Orea. Xia Wanyuan did not understand, but from the expressions of Richard and Prince Garo, she could basically guess what they were talking about.

"Hello beautiful woman. I am Prince Garo of Ore. May I have the honor to have lunch with you?” Richard muttered beside Prince Garo for a long time before Prince Garo stepped forward and asked in English.

The displeasure of "NO" flashed in Xia Wanyuan's eyes. He rejected Prince Garo's suggestion very directly and simply.

"Pfft, what are you pretending for?" Richard scoffed. 

“A small celebrity, but she wears a necklace worth tens of millions and carries a bag worth millions. Wh why? You can sleep with another man and not Prince Garo?”

The violin performance on stage just ended. Xia Wanyuan stood up, walked up to the two of them, and reached out to slap Richard. His feet kicked his knees.

Richard felt his knees weaken and he fell to his knees.

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