Because he got delayed by a scolding on the way, by the time Dubian Che walked into the concert hall, other high schools' Wind Instrument Clubs had already taken their places on stage.
Dubian Che glanced at the audience seats; out of the seats that could hold more than five hundred people, only a few dozen were occupied.
"Where shall we sit?" he asked Jiutiao Meijie.
"Front row."
Jiutiao Meijie strode to the front row and sat in the very central seat.
Her posture and mannerisms as she crossed her legs waiting for the performance to begin were truly befitting of Miss Jiutiao's reputation, as if the concert were arranged solely for her.
However, given her status, booking an entire concert hall would have been a trivial affair for her. Perhaps it was the high school Wind Instrument Clubs performing today who should feel honored.
After all, the symphony orchestras they idolized and studied might not even qualify to perform for Jiutiao Meijie.
