My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 73 - 69: Fourth Master Blew Up!!

With the graduation ceremony drawing closer, every class was busy with intense rehearsals.

Ever since Jean Quincy and Leigh Miles found out that Aurora Sinclair was tone-deaf, the two of them would run over to Class Six’s rehearsal spot during their lunch break to watch.

"Hahaha... Leigh, your senior is actually tone-deaf?"

"She’s never sung before..."

"Hahaha... Aurora, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it in..."

Aurora Sinclair pursed her lips. After watching them for a moment, she grabbed her lyric sheet and turned to leave.

"Is your senior mad?" Jean Quincy asked, clutching her stomach from laughing.

Leigh Miles replied with a serious look, "She’s probably just shy."

"Hahaha... I have to go watch."

But the words had barely left her mouth when Aurora Sinclair’s figure vanished.

Jean Quincy rubbed her eyes in astonishment. "Aurora, where’d she go?"

Leigh Miles said guiltily, "Maybe she went back to the classroom."

’I’m so dead. My senior’s furious!’

***

Aurora Sinclair took her sheet music to the rooftop she often visited. Sitting on the edge, she cleared her throat and tried her best to sing along with the instrumental track playing on her phone.

Ethan Lowell and Alex Warren, who had planned to go to the rooftop to relax, exchanged glances and silently retreated.

"Chief, Aurora’s singing... To be honest, my grandma sings more in tune than she does!"

The fact that Aurora Sinclair was tone-deaf became a running joke in Class Six. It was even posted on the school forum by Class Six’s "Little Megaphone," Miles Lawson, as a mock request for help.

[Worried! Our school belle is tone-deaf. Seeking methods to correct her pitch online!]

It was originally posted in Class Six’s exclusive thread for everyone to joke about, but unexpectedly, the post went viral throughout the entire school in just two hours.

[Hahaha... I secretly recorded a short clip. Listen closely! (Link)]

[Her pitch is so far off, it’s down-to-earth. The school belle single-handedly created a new musical genre: The Off-Key School.]

[Suddenly, I really want to watch the school belle sing. Requesting Class Six’s rehearsal schedule!]

[The goddess’s voice is so bewitching. I’ve set it as my alarm for the next year. (smile)]

[Am I the only one who finds the school belle actually really cute? (question)]

[To the poster above, you’re just now realizing this?]

Mona Lowell stared at the forum posts, pursing her lips as she posted several anonymous replies in a row.

Anonymous [Am I the only one who feels sorry for the other students in Senior Class Six?]

Anonymous [The wonderful graduation ceremony is about to become a nightmare to remember.]

Anonymous [Miss S is single-handedly dragging down the singing ability of everyone in Class Six.]

These replies were like stones sinking into the sea, failing to cause even a single ripple.

Mona Lowell, feeling indignant, continued to anonymously post comments to slander Aurora Sinclair until she was finally noticed.

It was by none other than the original poster, "Little Megaphone" Miles Lawson.

He directly disabled the anonymous function and replied in his own thread, [Stop hiding behind anonymity like a coward. If you’ve got guts, come say it to our faces in Class Six. Disgusting!]

Following that, many of the Class Six students who had been supporting Aurora Sinclair liked Miles Lawson’s comment.

Someone even replied directly, [This kind of person is just trying to get attention. Everyone, just ignore them.]

[Agreed. We’re about to graduate and they’re still stirring up trouble. They must be jealous that our school belle is gorgeous, talented, and the class favorite.]

[OP, ban their account! Let’s see which reincarnated hater this is.]

Startled, Mona Lowell quickly logged out of her side account and switched to her main one.

"Mona, what’s wrong? You look so pale," her deskmate asked with concern.

Mona Lowell shook her head and forced a smile. "I’m just going to the restroom."

Mona Lowell snuck into an empty stairwell. Her face was ashen as she stared at the comments popping up on her phone screen, biting her lip hard.

The Lowell Family was different from other families; they placed great importance on bloodline inheritance. As long as the relation was beyond five generations, internal marriage was permitted.

Her branch of the family had gone to great lengths to get her close to Ethan Lowell.

The original plan was for her to win Ethan Lowell’s favor and naturally develop a relationship with him, but then Aurora Sinclair had appeared out of nowhere.

Not only did Ethan Lowell treat Aurora differently and defend her multiple times, but he had practically taken her under his wing to protect her. He had even admitted that he and Aurora Sinclair were a good match. How could she not be furious?

’To think that I, a proper young lady of the Lowell Family, would lose to some country girl raised by a minor family?’

’This is a complete slap in the face to all of us young ladies from the Great Families.’

At this thought, a sharp glint flashed in Mona Lowell’s eyes as she dialed a number.

***

Meanwhile, Luna Jennings was provoked by the anonymous posts on the forum. She grabbed Aurora Sinclair and began practicing with her again, note by note, word by word, vowing to shut up the backstabbing gossipers for good.

But Aurora Sinclair just couldn’t sing in tune. She could go off-key even with the most basic sheet music, and her off-key singing was so catchy that she even threw Luna Jennings off pitch a few times.

The nearby students were struggling to hold back their laughter. Afraid of embarrassing Aurora Sinclair, they clenched their fists and tried to stay silent.

Finally, Luna Jennings slumped onto the desk in defeat. She lightly pounded the surface a few times and grumbled coolly, "Aurora, if the other ’Ice Creams’ find out you’ve butchered the idol’s song like this, they’ll chase you for three blocks."

"That’s right, Aurora," Jean Quincy, who had come over to watch again, chimed in with a nod. "As a proud ’Ice Cream,’ you absolutely can’t mess up the idol’s debut song. It’s the classic anthem we all sing together at every fan event..."

Aurora Sinclair nodded solemnly.

After school, Aurora Sinclair went to Arcadian University with her backpack. Before eating her chicken-and-rice dinner, she took a neatly folded piece of sheet music from her bag and placed it on the table.

"Morgan, can you teach me this song?"

This was the first time Alvin Morgan had ever heard Aurora Sinclair ask for help. Intrigued, he put down his book, picked up the paper from the table, and began to read it.

After a short while, his expression darkened slightly.

"You want to learn this song?"

Aurora Sinclair nodded repeatedly. "I have to sing it at the graduation ceremony."

Her eyes seemed to sparkle with a light that was impossible to refuse.

Alvin Morgan was at a loss for words. He gave a couple of light, unnatural coughs before finally agreeing.

Standing in the corner like an invisible man, Beta Morgan glanced at a screenshot of the forum post on his phone and silently sent a message to the Morgan brothers’ group chat.

[Beta: The Master is going to teach Miss Aurora how to sing. Press 1 if you want to watch.]

[Gamma: 1]

[Delta: 1]

[Aiden: 1]

[Elton: 1]

...

The Morgan brothers’ group chat instantly blew up with over twenty replies. Everyone who usually lurked came online, giving Beta Morgan a great sense of accomplishment.

[Beta: Same old rules. Transfer the money first!]

[Aiden: (1,000 transferred)]

[Beta: Big Bro is so generous! Anyone else?]

[Gamma: Big Bro set the price too high (helpless) (1,000 transferred)]

[Elton: (2,000 transferred)]

[Beta: Damn! Volt, did you strike it rich recently?]

[Elton: Fourth Master wants to watch too.]

[Beta: ...]

Beta Morgan silently accepted the payments, then ruthlessly kicked Elton Morgan out of the group.

’That traitor!’

***

After dinner, Alvin Morgan had Beta Morgan arrange for a music room.

The three of them strolled slowly in that direction.

Alvin Morgan asked, "Where are you planning to apply for college?"

"Kenton University," Aurora Sinclair replied without hesitation. It was clear she had already made up her mind.

Alvin Morgan paused, then asked with a complicated expression, "You still want to go back to Sunstone?"

"Mhm..."

He suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at her earnestly. "Aurora, apply to Arcadian University!"

"Hmm?" Aurora Sinclair was confused.

Her slender eyes were upturned at the corners, and her gaze was so clear it held not a single impurity.

The words on the tip of Alvin Morgan’s tongue wouldn’t come out.

’I want you here...’

In the end, he coolly averted his gaze and said somewhat unnaturally, "Don’t you have a debt to repay? You’ll earn more in Kingsford."

Aurora Sinclair blinked and asked very seriously, "Really?"

"Mhm. You can ask Beta Morgan."

Having been cued, Beta Morgan looked up with an innocent face and nodded in cooperation. "The Master is right. You can earn at least five times more here than in Sunstone!"

To convince her, Alvin Morgan brought up the example of Arthur Lockwood’s family, saying that Arthur’s ancestors were extremely poor and only became wealthy bit by bit after a chance arrival in Kingsford. Now, the Lockwood Family was worth hundreds of billions.

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes lit up. She gave Alvin Morgan a solemn nod. "I’ll apply to Arcadian University."

The corners of Alvin Morgan’s mouth lifted into a slight smile as he reached out and ruffled her hair.

Beta Morgan: ...

’I can’t bear to watch this!’

’The Lockwood Family is clearly native to Kingsford, and their ancestors were even high-ranking officials. When were they ever poor?’

’Oh well! Alvin "The Great Scammer" Morgan is back online!’

***

Arcadian University’s music room wasn’t far from the physics lab building.

The three of them arrived after a ten-minute walk.

The music room was a semi-circular, tiered classroom with a piano inside.

Alvin Morgan walked straight to the piano, lifted the fallboard, and tested a few notes.

A crisp sound emerged from the piano, startling Aurora Sinclair. She circled the piano, looking it over and over, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"The tone is decent."

Alvin Morgan smiled and sat at the piano. Placing his hands on the black and white keys, he began to play fluently.

His long, slender fingers danced nimbly across the keys, filling the entire room with beautiful music.

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes grew brighter and brighter. She carefully reached out a finger and touched a key, producing a negligible sound.

Alvin Morgan smiled and let her play, even encouraging her to press the keys. He was spoiling her rotten.

Beta Morgan clicked his tongue and shook his head, sending one short video after another to the group chat.

After the sound check, Alvin Morgan placed the sheet music in front of him. "Aurora, sing it once for me. I’ll play the accompaniment."

Aurora Sinclair stood obediently behind Alvin Morgan, looking at the sheet music with a serious expression. She cleared her throat.

"One embrace, one farewell, because I know that once I leave, I’ll never see you again..."

The sound that came from Aurora Sinclair’s mouth had neither rhythm nor pitch. She was so off-key that even the accompaniment couldn’t save her.

Alvin Morgan’s handsome brows gradually furrowed. He glanced back at her, only to meet a pair of solemn and earnest eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned back with an amused smile and continued playing.

Not far away, Beta Morgan, who was secretly recording, had his phone shaking like a sieve. The video was completely ruined.

His finger slipped, and the short video was sent.

He finally burst out laughing.

’Is this really his Fourth Master’s debut work, "Goodbye"?’

Rumor had it this song was the theme for Darius Lynch’s debut TV series, and it had become a global hit that made countless fans cry.

’I can’t believe that in Aurora Sinclair’s mouth, it’s become a massive "train wreck"...’

’A song of parting is somehow being sung with a strange sense of comedy.’

’I can’t take it anymore. I need to go outside and have a good laugh!’

Beta Morgan tried desperately to hold back his laughter, his face flushing red.

When the short video was successfully sent, not even half a minute passed before Elton Morgan, who had been added back to the group by Aiden Morgan, was the first to reply:

[Fourth Master is blowing up!!!]