âYouâll know when I go on stage.â
At that moment, a student who had just finished performing returned backstage with a zither. Song Yaoyao stopped her and asked sweetly, âFriend, can I borrow that?â
When she smiled, her dimples sunk into her cheeks, and her eyes seemed to be filled with honey.
The girl blushed and nodded hurriedly as she handed the zither to Song Yaoyao.
âNo problem.â
Song Jingwanâs eyes scanned across the zither, and she revealed a forced smile. âDonât force yourself. I donât remember you ever learning the zither.â
âThere are many things that you donât knowâ¦â
Song Yaoyao held the zither and leaned over slightly with a smirk as she leaned her hand on Song Jingwanâs shoulder.
In a volume that only they could hear, she muttered, âYou better not be involved with Han Junâs incident; otherwiseâ¦â She let out a laugh. âI will kill you.â
Song Jingwanâs back tightened in an instant, but she quickly relaxed it again.
Pretending not to understand, she calmly pushed Song Yaoyao away.
âI donât know what youâre talking about. If youâre going to slander someone, you better find some evidence first.â
She had been in plain sight the entire time. Naturally, she was not admitting to anything.
Song Yaoyao looked into her eyes and smiled.
She blinked. âEvidence? Do I need evidence to hit someone? Huh?â She tilted her head. âDear Sister, you think too kindly of me.â
She had never been a good personâ¦
Song Jingwanâs expression froze and her lips twitched.
How did she forget that this girl was unpredictable?
She stared at Song Yaoyao with caution, just in case she decided to hit her.
That was when she heard Song Yaoyao being called to standby.
Song Yaoyaoâs lips curved. âWe can chat laterâ¦â
Song Jingwan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as she clenched her fist. âGood luck.â
She couldnât wait to see what Song Yaoyao was going to sing!
The gymnasium was big. The preceding performance finished, and the student bowed before leaving the stage.
A loud applause echoed through the venue.
âPlease welcome Song Yaoyao from Class 3-3. She will be performing⦠âServe My Country!ââ
The host had obviously heard of her name before and seen her.
It was fine that the performer had been changed, but this song⦠Were they really not changing it?
âOh myâ¦â
An Ruoyao had already finished her performance. She stood by Song Jingwanâs side and laughed. âIs she giving up? Did she realize that she canât sing, so sheâs replacing the performance with a skit?â
âPfffâ¦â
Song Jingwan rolled her eyes and glanced at An Ruoyao. âDonât speak recklessly.â
The truth was, she looked forward to it tooâ¦
At that momentâ¦
Zzangâ
The venue fell silent. The girlâs fingers were delicate and her dark jet black hair draped behind her back. A few strands gently fell against the sides of her face. Paired with the lotus between her eyebrows, it created quite an atmosphere.
She curled her fingers and gently plucked the strings.
Just a few simple notes and there was already a majestic feeling.
The melody went from slow to fast to even fasterâ¦
As the rhythm became more intense, everyone opened their mouths in surprise. The girlâs fair fingers danced across the strings so quickly that it was just a blur.
The music was grand as though thousands of troops and horses were approaching. At that moment, a soft and gentle voice sounded.
The music had clearly been reworked. The original was tough and powerful, but Song Yaoyaoâs interpretation was like the silence before a war.
The melody felt grand and her voice felt sentimental.
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