Qin Wenrou couldn't hide her smugness and said, "Duanmu Heiying."
Yu Xiaochun looked confused, "Never heard of him. I only know there's a talented Mr. Yun in our school's Lark Orchestra..."
Qin Wenrou bristled, and the refined demeanor she managed to maintain nearly crumbled, "Don't compare such minor figures to my Mr. Duanmu."
Yu Xiaochun stupidly replied, "Oh."
Then she asked with concern, "Wenrou, can I listen too?"
Qin Wenrou certainly hoped someone from school would attend her concert; it would be best if they could bring back tales of her shining moment in the spotlight.
This live audience impact was more effective than any publicity.
She pretended to be generous as she took out several tickets, "Of course, my friends can come. But these tickets are expensive; they're a few hundred bucks each for the public."
Yu Xiaochun took a deep breath and held a ticket like it was a precious coin, "I've never been to the Imperial Music Hall... It sounds so impressive."
