The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 646: Chapter 646: The Video Filmed Before Went on Hot Search_1

Apart from the stars’ Moments,

the rest were particularly eye-catching.

She quickly realized why everyone was messaging her.

#MrNortonTakesAStudent#

#Konghou#

These two hot searches securely hung within the top ten.

She clicked in further.

The hottest Twitter post was from a blogger, who shared a video clearly recorded with a phone.

The video was about three minutes long, focused straight ahead, showing her playing the Konghou.

The accompanying text read: [The closed-door student of Konghou master Mr. Norton shares ##$$%%].

Nathalie: ...

She hadn’t expected someone would record the screen with their phone back then. She scanned through the comments below, which were mostly complimentary, surprisingly few insults, and the rest were essentially trying to dig up her identity and comments about the Konghou.

She casually looked over them and then stopped paying attention.

It wasn’t interesting.

She finished replying to messages and continued to watch the chicken soup simmering in the pot.

*

The Quinlan family was as quiet as death at the moment.

Ghania Quinlan’s face was as pale as paper as she scrolled through her phone screen; she happened to be looking at the same hot search, each word stabbing her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

[Wow, so cool! It’s my first time realizing the Konghou could be this cool—sounds so good, like a heavenly arrangement, reminds me a bit of Lighten Chaser’s style.]

[I’ve heard of Mr. Norton, the inheritor of Intangible Cultural Heritage, an extremely amazing master. He hasn’t taken on any students for many years, and everyone has been saying that the future of the Konghou might be uncertain. It turns out he has a student now.]

[Who is this girl, eh, cool!]

[I’m sold, sounds great!]

[Looking at this, our own Konghou is no worse than the Western harp, so why aren’t more people learning it? Nowadays, the streets are full of people learning guitar and piano, with hardly anyone studying traditional music. After watching this video, I feel so pumped, so much that I want to learn the Konghou. Wonder if there’s an easier ethnic instrument to pick up, online inquiries welcome!]

[Hey girl above, how about learning the Guzheng? It’s relatively easy and very elegant once mastered, not inferior to the violin.]

...

Comment after comment praised Nathalie.

Some said it was fire.

Some praised the arrangement.

Some envied and congratulated the Miss for becoming Mr. Norton’s student.

She even saw several familiar IDs among the top comments.

[PeachyCute: I know this person, she’s the school belle from our No. 1 Middle School! Nathalie! In class 3A, great grades, pretty, and I didn’t expect her to be so low-key. Nobody at school knew she was apprenticed to a Konghou master, she’s too talented, the pride of No. 1 Middle School~]

[RichBunny: Don’t guess wildly. Not a star. A student from our school, Nathalie, in the same grade as me, I often see her after school. She’s super low-key, doesn’t talk much, gets along well with classmates, heard her dad is a Tsinghua University professor... in short, she’s beautiful and humble...]

These two used to comment frequently on her Twitter. She clearly remembered them both being from Class B; as for their names, she didn’t recall.

It was mainly because there were too many people in her class, she usually only hung out with those few, rarely bothering with or caring about the others, so after three years, she only remembered the faces and names of a small portion of the class.

Ghania watched as people who once fawned over her on Twitter were now fawning over Nathalie’s video; the feeling was like getting slapped in the face, profoundly uncomfortable and burning.

She couldn’t bring herself to read a single comment further, her hands clenched tightly around her phone, her lips turning white.

Seeing her pallor, Emilia Sullivan gripped her shoulder worriedly and asked, ”Ghania, are you okay?”