Zuzi looked at Sun Yunyun a few more tis.
This girl, how can she sing this song?
Although the lyrics and lody are sowhat incomplete, so words are so familiar that even after ten thousand years, hearing them still makes her cheeks flush.
After Sun Yunyun finished singing, the classmates were srized and applauded enthusiastically.
Even Instructor Yan, who had been praising Bian Xiaohong, couldn’t help but nod and say, "Good!"
No one expected that Sun Yunyun, the delicate young lady who fakes fainting to avoid horse stance practice, would have such a good voice. Her singing was quite resonant, and the tune was accurate.
Bian Xiaohong’s group, which had been leading all along, was defeated by Sun Yunyun.
Sun Yunyun returned to the team feeling triumphant, purposely passing by Zuzi with a hint of arrogance.
Zuzi thought for a mont and casually asked, "Who taught you this song?"
Sun Yunyun beca even prouder and was just about to spill everything but then changed her tune: "I composed it myself!"
In fact, she learned this song from Gu Shiyin, who apparently transcribed it from the sheet music passed down in the Nangong ng family, sung within their small circle, unbeknownst to outsiders.
Hmph, she wouldn’t tell Zuzi the truth.
Zuzi slightly curled her lips: "Hmm, the Ancestor knows."
Sun Yunyun’s mind jolted: "You, what do you know!"
There’s no Mind Reading Technique, seriously, you’re just bluffing!
Zuzi smiled without saying a word, no longer paying her any mind, replaying the song in her head.
Well, it really has been passed down.
No wonder the Nangong Family could construct such a grand Underground Palace, a one-to-one replica of the Dragon Palace. Has all the stuff from their brother been passed down through the Nangong Family lineage?
==
At this very mont.
"Achoo—!"
Far away in the Nangong Family’s study room, Nangong Mo sneezed while reviewing docunts.
The ink from the signature began to smudge, becoming crooked.
The subordinate hurriedly handed over a warm towel, reprinted new docunts, prepared ink, and replaced the old brush.
Luckily, the master was in a relatively good mood today; otherwise, they might have been fed to the sharks.
Though Nangong Mo was ruthless and paranoid, he habitually circled docunts using a brush; his elegant small characters and bold cursive script were both very graceful.
He reached an order for acquiring high-grade dicinal herbs, and the collaborating party was Bai Family’s overseas company, with Bai Fei as the signing officer.
"The delivery date is too slow, have them move it up by half a month; I need this batch now!"
"Yes, Fourth Master, I’ll discuss this with Bai Family’s manager."
"What manager, call Bai Fei directly; tell him that if he can’t deliver this batch, he shouldn’t even think about selling!"
"Yes...!"
The subordinate broke out in a cold sweat, thinking it might not be wise to threaten Bai Fei, the most favored young master of the Bai Family, like this.
Fortunately, Bai Fei’s phone couldn’t be reached.
The subordinate quickly contacted the manager of Bai Family, only to learn Bai Fei hadn’t been caring about business matters lately, burying himself in Imperial University.
"Imperial University? What’s he ssing around there for!"
"Responding to Fourth Master, it’s said that the sester for new students has just started, and there’s a girl Bai Fei fancies; he’s using this as an opportunity to pursue her."
"New sester...." Nangong Mo chewed over these words, suddenly recalling sothing, "Go, check if Zuzi has started her sester!"
The subordinate had just gone out to make a call and returned in less than half a minute, running in hastily: "Fourth Master, Mr. Bai is no longer at Imperial University, it’s rumored that he was by Bao..."
His words were interrupted impatiently by Nangong Mo: "Deal with this minor contract yourselves. Do you want to stoop low to negotiate with Bai Fei? I asked you to check Zuzi’s sester issue, have you figured it out yet!"
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