The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 696

But there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Even if they kept streaming Stella, there was still a chance her popularity would eventually dip.

Meanwhile, the chat was exploding with comments, messages scrolling by faster than anyone could read.

"This is nothing. Compared to Stella's performance, it's just not on the same level."

"It was energetic, sure, but I still prefer the calm and comfort of Stella's music." "Ugh, I'm not into that whole 'delicate and helpless' look. I'm out, I'm out!" "Hey, Rachel's really talented too! Don't leave, everyone-give her a chance!"

Out in the front row, Rena and the others exchanged puzzled glances after Rachel's performance.

Rena couldn't help asking, “So... this is what our junior's really capable of?"

Johnny looked genuinely stunned. "This is just... way too—"

Before he could finish, David nudged him and shot him a warning look.

Johnny caught himself, paused, and quickly changed tack. "I mean, you can tell her fundamentals are solid. She's got some real skill..."

Still, he couldn't quite swallow his disappointment, and he asked, "Professor, was Rachel just having an off day? She didn't seem to play at her usual level, did she?"

to Mr. Walden, sharing the same

wasn't that they thought Rachel wasn't

dazzling group of prodigies Mr. Walden had mentored, she

With such brilliance right before their eyes, Rachel's set felt

then, their teacher had actually turned down Stella's request to become his student and had chosen Rachel as his final

everyone assumed Rachel must be even

always want the best-who'd settle for someone else's cast-off? Stella's performance had set their

been any ordinary day and they'd just heard Rachel play on ker own, maybe they would've thought she

all, it had been ages since anyone truly outstanding had come

saw something special in her, that would make

are

hear

and the others were far beyond a little

They were downright disillusioned.

believe their teacher had rejected someone

pick a seemingly mediocre

they tried to come up

questioning, expectant eyes, Mr. Walden was at a loss for

one to speak ill of others, and he

all.