I collapsed from the roof, the system came?

In front of the Metropolitan Opera House.

Seeing members of the China Symphony Orchestra approaching, countless reporters immediately surrounded them, shouting one by one:

"Mr. Wang Mo, do you understand fate?"

"Teacher Wang, is the "Symphony of Destiny" you created really related to fate?"

"Many netizens are not optimistic about your music this time. Mr. Wang Mo, what do you think?"

"Mr. Zhao, the Huaxia Band has finally gained some international fame. Do you want to destroy this reputation yourself?"

"Master Simon has personally said that he does not understand fate. Mr. Wang, what gave you the confidence to create "Destiny"?"

"I heard that many Chinese people like to make mysteries and make articles in words. Mr. Wang Mo, do you also want to use your name to attract the attention of the audience, but in fact the content has nothing to do with fate?"

"..."

All kinds of questions are coming.

And every question is very pointed.

However, Wang Mo had no intention of answering them. Under the protection of Hao Mingxing, the reporters could not get close at all and could only watch Wang Mo enter the opera house.

Seeing Wang Mo's leaving figure.

Click!Click!

The reporters also did not let go of these scenes and took pictures wildly.

Any material is useful.

For example, now they photographed Wang Mo's back as he left without interviewing him.

If the quality of "Symphony of Destiny" is not good by then, they will release this photo with a sentence: "Wang Mo did not dare to face the question of fate and foresaw the failure of his work in advance."

But if the quality of "Symphony of Destiny" is good, they will also release this photo and write: "The strong will never answer any questions."

Look!

Either advance or retreat.

As long as they are talented enough, a picture can match any news they want.

……

After entering the opera house, Wang Mo was politely invited to the front row and sat with Simon, Romando and other masters.

Now he is fully qualified to sit here.

Just sat down.

The other masters cast complex looks.

First, he still can't adapt to Wang Mo's too young face.

Secondly, there are some doubts about the symphony presented by Wang Mo.

Or did Simon ask in advance: "Mr. Wang Mo, did you really write a "Symphony of Destiny"? Isn't it just a name gimmick?"

Wang Mo smiled slightly: "Yes."

Simon paused: "The name is quite impressive."

Wang Mo: "I feel very angry too."

Not modest at all.

Everyone coughed, and some didn't know how to respond.

They didn't know that Wang Mo was not boasting, but a natural respect for Mr. Beethoven in another world. From a perfect perspective, this "Symphony of Destiny" is definitely the greatest work in the history of human music, bar none!

When everyone is discussing.

Suddenly, there was a restlessness.

It turned out that the etiquette lady brought a plate over and said to everyone with a smile: "Distinguished gentlemen, on the plate are the scores of the ten symphonies that will be played tonight. You can get them by yourself if you need them."

This is a consistent tradition.

In symphony competitions, music scores are given to these music masters in advance so that they can have an advance understanding of the music they will perform next.

No one said no.

Basically, the masters sitting in the first row each had a sheet of music.

Wang Mo is no exception. He also wants to know what kind of symphonies other countries have prepared tonight.

"Let's look at Australia first."

Australia was the home of music last year and was the strongest.

After Wang Mo opened the music score, he immediately found Australia's "Dream River Symphony" and looked at it carefully.

With his current musical attainments, even though he didn't have any instruments around to try, he could still get a rough idea of ​​the score just by imagining it.

As he sank into his mind.

Others nearby also opened the music score.

But unlike Wang Mo, except for himself, almost all the masters immediately found "Symphony of Destiny" and began to watch it carefully.

Simon is one of them.

At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: Was Wang Mo just trying to make a name for himself, or had he really created a true "Symphony of Destiny"?

If true, what is the quality?

Although Simon was convinced that with Wang Mo's experience, it was basically impossible to create a symphony with depth, let alone fate, a topic that he did not dare to touch. But Wang Mo had created so many miracles before that he still didn't dare to take this young man lightly.

Taking a deep breath, Simon sank into his thoughts.

At first, Simon just looked very serious.

In terms of real composing talent, he far surpassed Wang Mo. Even Wang Mo could roughly read the music score, let alone him. It can be said that even if a piece of music is very complicated in the eyes of many ordinary musicians, he can judge its level with just a few glances.

but.

Only a few breaths passed.

Simon suddenly let out a sigh, and his expression changed slightly.

He subconsciously took the music score to his left hand, but raised his right hand and drew something back and forth in the void. Judging from this posture, he should be imagining that there is an instrument in front of him, and the music score is displayed through the music.

one second.

Two seconds.

Another minute or so passed, and Simon's right hand suddenly stopped, while his face changed from the initial concentration to a solemn one, as if he was stuck at a certain stage. But soon, his pupils shrank slightly, and then his expression changed from solemn to confused.

As for the music score in front of him, the page has not yet been turned.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The expression on Simon's face has changed from surprise to deep shock. His pupils have become larger, and there is even a trace of horror deep in his eyes.

Then, I saw him simply placing the music score on the table, and then tapping his hands quickly in the void, and the speed became faster and faster, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

At the same time, the faces of Romando, Stephen and other masters were also full of astonishment, and they were also gesticulating back and forth in the air with their hands in front of the music score in front of them.

This kind of dancing scene looks extremely weird in the eyes of others, as if someone is possessed.

Therefore, it instantly attracted the attention of others.

"What happened to Master Simon?"

"And Master Romando, seems to be possessed by an evil spirit?"

"Are all these musicians crazy?"

"Is there something unclean in this opera house that has possessed them?"

"That's all nonsense!"

"..."

Some celebrities even started shouting their names. However, whether it was Simon or Rudolf, they all seemed not to hear them and were still immersed in their own world.