"I’m Xi Langyue."
The young man introduced himself warmly yet playfully, instantly causing a frenzy of screams and exclamations in the hall.
"Brother Lang Yue!"
"Yue Yaers are here!"
"Brother, what brings you here? Are you dropping a surprise on us?"
"It’s so touching that Brother has co to personally witness the beginning of my college life!"
The military training report performance instantly took on the atmosphere of a fan eting.
Gu Shiyin’s pupils contracted, realizing this was Xi Zuzi’s brother. She quickly deduced sothing and imdiately expressed apparent concern to the judges’ panel: "People disrupting the competition’s order today just keep coming, huh? Where have all the security gone, letting random people in like this..."
Upon hearing this, the group of elders on the judges’ panel, so of whom didn’t recognize Xi Langyue, indeed frowned and wanted to call security to boot him out.
The classmates hurriedly explained: "Brother Lang Yue is a top idol, a national street dance champion, a candidate for the Empire’s top ten young artists, and he just fild a national drama praised by the President Residence for promoting traditional culture; he’s not just so random person!"
Gu Shiyin smiled lightly, elegantly speaking into the microphone: "We’re about to announce the talent competition results, and it’s not great to delay the main event. You all are still young and naive, only focusing on chasing stars without distinguishing between priorities..."
These heavy criticisms were hurled at the explaining classmates, leaving them frustrated and unable to refute.
Being young does that an they can’t distinguish right from wrong?
Is liking a quality idol also unforgivable?
But arguing with Teacher Gu over these words was futile. Once a dispute started, they lost, proving that "idols" brainwashed them and they were "immature."
At a distance of several hundred ters from the judges’ panel, Xi Rubao was even more anxious: "Damn, what did my second brother do to offend Gu Bailian? Why is Gu Bailian slandering him like this? Qian Man, let’s go up there and confront her... Qian Man, Qian Man, why are you grinning at your phone like that?"
Wu Qianman lifted her head from her phone, her lips curled, eyes sparkling: "Bao Bao, the good luck from little Ancestor has co to !"
"What? What are you saying? Hey, if you’re going to fight, wait for ! What are you rushing up there alone for?!"
Wu Qianman swiftly moved, sprinting towards Xi Langyue who was slowly making his entrance from several hundred ters away.
As she ran, she took sothing from her pocket to sar on her face and casually grabbed a red slogan flag from the squad, her movents seamless.
The classmates were all engrossed in the surprise brought by Xi Langyue, nobody noticed a seemingly ordinary-looking female student running wildly.
Until...
Xi Langyue walked step by step down the aisle from the middle of the audience seats, reaching the edge of the performance area.
He suddenly turned around, stretched his hand out towards the audience, raising his chin coolly: "I didn’t co today to interrupt your competition, but as a senior from several years above, I’m here for a friendly participation in our History College’s talent show. So now, let’s welco the representative of the female team 13—"
The entire audience erupted.
Xi Langyue’s short speech contained so much information.
"Brother Lang Yue is our senior?! I always thought he was a music student, but he actually has a dual degree, how is he so excellent and yet so low-key!"
"Brother is a guest perforr, oh my, our benefits are too amazing!"
"Who is he performing with? Female team 13? Ahh, I’m so envious!"
"Why didn’t I apply to the History College at my college entrance exam, to beco Brother’s real junior, I regret so much!"
Amidst the exclamations, the crowd saw, in the direction of Xi Langyue’s outstretched hand, a slender, graceful figure was rushing towards him.
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