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Not long after, a girl with bright eyes dressed in a red costume suddenly appeared in front of them, smiling sweetly at Wang Yuhan. "So this is where you are! I’ve been searching for you everywhere!"
Seeing someone approach Wang Yuhan with such enthusiasm, Yang Qianfan decided to play the role of a good friend and quickly turned his head away, disappearing from the scene in an instant. Wang Yuhan felt a chill run down his spine as the girl's gaze lingered on him like autumn waves, her smile as warm and inviting as spring tides. He forced a bitter smile and asked, "Is there... something you need?"
The girl blushed at his question and shyly tossed a bouquet of fresh flowers into his arms. "Wait a moment! Li Lingfei is the thirteenth to perform. After her performance, you must remember to give her these flowers!"
"Okay... sure." Wang Yuhan nodded repeatedly, trying to maintain a smile.
The girl's name was Jiang Xi, a member of the student council and also Wang Yuhan's classmate; she was his class monitor. Ever since they entered high school, rumors about them had never ceased. Of course, these rumors weren't baseless; Jiang Xi indeed had feelings for Wang Yuhan and had secretly admired him for a long time. Unfortunately for her, Wang Yuhan's heart already belonged to another—a goddess named Li Lingfei. In terms of looks, Jiang Xi felt she couldn't compete with her, especially considering the deep bond that had formed between Wang Yuhan and Li Lingfei since childhood. Jiang Xi felt hopeless in winning Wang Yuhan's affection.
"Do you have anything else?" Wang Yuhan asked as she lingered, feeling increasingly uncomfortable as if he were caught in an annoying spider's web.
"Oh, nothing! I’ll be going now." Jiang Xi smiled as she turned back three times before leaving.
Wang Yuhan sighed in relief once she was gone and muttered to himself, "I really can't escape her."
"Looks like you've been having some luck with romance lately," Yang Qianfan teased with a smirk from the side.
"Pfft, what luck? More like bad luck," Wang Yuhan replied dismissively as he sniffed the fragrant bouquet in his hands.
Bored and looking for some amusement, Yang Qianfan snatched the flowers from him and mimicked his earlier action by sniffing them. He scoffed, "What era are we in? Arranging flower-giving ceremonies? How outdated!"
Wang Yuhan quickly defended himself, worried that Yang Qianfan would think he was old-fashioned. "Yeah, I actually find it pretty silly too! But it’s what the school arranged; otherwise, I wouldn’t want to go up there and embarrass myself!" After saying this, he quickly turned his head away, afraid Yang Qianfan would see through his insincerity.
Suddenly, all the wall lamps in the hall went out, and the loud music seemed to have been premeditatedly silenced as well. The entire venue was plunged into a whirlpool of silence, an abrupt stillness that caught everyone off guard, leaving a hollow feeling in their hearts. By the time they came to their senses, the program had already begun. The first to appear were two hosts, a man and a woman, their faces painted like overripe persimmons. Their tones twisted and turned as they announced the show on stage, alternating between high and low pitches. Once upon a time, "poetry recitation" had become a unique style of Chinese hosts. "Words without elegance will not travel far," quoting classics had become the foolproof weapon of those hosts lacking wisdom. After reciting through the four seasons, the program of non-professional performances finally commenced.
The first few acts were quite dull; they either featured familiar crosstalk or an overwhelming number of people on stage singing out-of-tune patriotic songs in a grand chorus.
"This is so boring; if I keep listening to this, I might just suffocate," Yang Qianfan squinted his eyes, staring blankly at the bizarre stage ahead. He yawned repeatedly, unable to contain his complaints to Wang Yuhan beside him. "Had I known it would be this dull, I wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place to listen to these amateurs wailing like ghosts. I've missed out on the Lakers versus Magic game."
"Come on, stop complaining. The game will be replayed tomorrow; there will definitely be good performances coming up soon. Just wait and see!" Wang Yuhan said with a slight smile, trying to reassure him.
"Your 'good performance' isn't you going on stage to present flowers, is it?" Yang Qianfan raised his leg higher, lazily leaning back in his chair, his sarcasm evident in his eyes.
"Even if it is!" Wang Yuhan replied nonchalantly with a faint smile, continuing to watch the tedious performance unfold.
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