My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 332

“What?” Sophia, who had spent the entire day studying, was bewildered. “I’ve never participated in your contest, let alone be in the semi-finals!”

Upon hearing that, the other person responded, “I’m not too sure on the specifics, but you definitely have signed up for the contest and even sailed past the semi-finals.”

Sophia started to panic. “The problem is I’m not talented at all! I would have to perform, right? What am I going to present?”

The voice in the phone suggested, “According to the details of your registration, you’ve passed the 10th grade in piano. You can perform by playing the piano!”

Even after hanging up on the call, she still had no idea who had signed her up for the campus belle contest. It seemed like someone wanted to make a fool out of her! She was just a ‘nerd’; what did she know about a performance?

Acing a test in front of the audience?! Damn, the person wanted to make a fool out of her? They could dream on! Upon glancing at the calendar, she realized that it was already the 15th. How am I going to prepare for a show in 3 days’ time? And playing a piano at that?

She was sure that she would not be the only one who would play the piano and if she did not present something unique, she would not obtain a good score. At that moment, she suddenly realized that Michael would be giving a talk at Bayside University on the 18th.

The venue of the campus belle contest finals seemed to be at the school auditorium on the same day too—if what was stated on the poster was accurate. His talk clashed with the contest! She immediately asked Michael, “Hubby, are you giving a talk at the school on the 18th?”

Upon hearing that, he replied while typing away on his computer, “Yeah, I am giving a talk on campus on the 18th. I’ll also be one of the judges for the campus belle contest while I’m there.”

Sh*t! My idol’s going to be a judge? Does this mean that there will be twenty to thirty girls frolicking in front of my idol? At once, Sophia felt sour—as if envy started to spread in her heart.

 

Just at that point, he sneakily questioned, “I heard you joined the campus belle contest. Do you want me to give you a high score?

This is not good; my idol is judging the contest. I’m going to embarrass myself

 

dust and played for the entire night. Back then, she did not have

she moved in with Michael, she would even play on the piano in his garage when she had nothing to do. Eventually, she hired a teacher and had piano lessons for a year before receiving her Piano

had also been deliberately moved to the same day. Not only that, but he had volunteered

spending all of her time revising. Even if she played the piano, it was

have to prepare for the contest and set aside her research for

the next day and the campus belle contest finals would be on the following Monday, leaving her with only the weekend to prepare for

over to Michael’s place for a visit together with Sean. At the sight of Stanley, Michael immediately became upset. “Why are you

It was Aunt Sophia who asked me to come over to help her out. Oh, I brought all of your old toys too.” He had Hale and Gary move everything into the house and placed it in Michael’s spacious

musical instruments that Michael used to play as a teenager—drums, DJ mixer, electric guitar, and so on. Once he had joined the military, those items no longer became of use

has yet to reveal to me? An enthusiastic Michael peeked inside his gym room—it was a perfect area for rehearsals as the room

before Sophia blocked his way with a

past her into the room. “Are you going

little secret; I can’t

secret? What little secret do you have that I can’t know? What secret do you have that I don’t already know? It did not matter what secret she kept from him—he was going to watch her perform onstage anyway, so he just had to wait for

himself from spying on Sophia’s rehearsals out of his eagerness for her performance. After all, he was the judge of the contest—she would have

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