Chapter 867 Your Score Is…

• As soon as Emily heard those words, she froze in place. What does Mr. Hilbert mean by that? Did he notice something? How did he know? I thought I successfully arranged it beyond recognition…
• Everybody in the audience was also taken aback by those words. They glanced at Hilbert, who was sitting in the front row, with a puzzled expression. Is Hilbert praising Emily? Or… is there something else? After all, it’s not a good thing, whether in the piano circles or the music circles, for somebody to be much too similar to another and fail to gain recognition as a result. Yet, here he was, grandiosely standing there and declaring that Emily is similar to Sweet Tune…
• “Um…” For a moment, Emily was rendered speechless. She didn’t know what to say in response. Thus, she simply stood in place, clenching her fists so tightly that her fingertips turned white. Biting her lips, she said in a trembling voice, “I once heard that it’s normal for extraordinary works to sound similar to each other, Mr. Hilbert.”