The Northern Art Academy's orchestra sent out its most luxurious lineup.
Hundreds of people entered the arts center, which really irked the Old Elf. He looked unhappy when he saw Durin carrying the Arcane Electric Guitar onto the stage: "Paris has hundreds of orchestras, do you look down on the Sidney people so much?"
"Because this song is dedicated to the Northern Doctrine," Durin replied with an innocent smile.
The Old Elf seemed frozen. After a while, he apologized and then covered his face as he walked away.
·"I bet that old man will continue to slap his thigh and question his own stupidity on his dying day,"
Big Orange sighed.
·"It won't take that long, he'll be slapping his own face tonight when he can't sleep,"
Shiyi countered.
Durin raised his eyebrows and walked onto the stage.
"Mr. Du Lin, we've already seen your music; you don't need so many people."
"Because there is another song," Durin said, pulling out another score.