Where did it go wrong?
Qin Xiangge froze.
No, she didn’t do anything wrong.
"You’re not suited to play piano. What award could you possibly hope to win?"
Qin Xiangge suddenly covered her ears, "No, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Jiang Shengyao wanted to say sothing, but upon seeing the crowd of people, instinctively felt it was inappropriate and shut his mouth.
He patted Liu Runxi’s shoulder, "Don’t forget we’re having lunch together later. I’ve got sothing to tell you."
With that, he couldn’t be bothered to deal with Qin Xiangge anymore, glanced toward the back of the classroom, and walked away.
Xing Ye swaggered over to Qin Xiangge, sneered coldly, "You think you deserve this?"
With those words, she left without hesitation.
When she reached the door, she suddenly turned and glanced deep into the corner of the classroom.
The classroom entrance was bustling with noise, the commotion continued unabated, yet that girl had kept her head down the whole ti, seemingly uninterested in the chaos, fully imrsed in the test paper she was working on.
Xing Ye narrowed her eyes, lingering for a mont, then thoughtfully turned away.
Qin Xiangge couldn’t stay any longer and fled in embarrassnt.
Hao Yun felt humiliated as well. When she looked up, she t Ren Chong’s disdainful gaze directly.
"Who exactly brought sha upon Class A?"
Hao Yun pressed her lips together and lowered her head in silence.
"Alright, everyone go back to your seats. Morning self-study is about to start." Class monitor Wang Chiru clapped his hands, signaling the students.
Gao Yuyue cast a aningful glance at Wang Chiru.
So the class monitor only stepped up after watching the entire spectacle.
Yan Lu hopped back to her seat cheerfully, "An’an, good morning."
Shen You’an didn’t look up, "Morning."
"Heh heh, wasn’t that drama earlier fun? Who would’ve thought, really, who’d have imagined that the goddess admired by so many boys turned out to be like this. People, you know, they need to face their failures. The scariest thing is living in false glory."
Yan Lu suddenly waved at Ren Chong, "Send the photo of the first-place winner."
Soon, Yan Lu received a ssage on her phone. When she opened the original photo, her weak signal caused the image to keep loading.
Liu Runxi quietly sat down as Yan Lu suddenly shoved her phone in front of him, grinning, "Hey, desk mate, look. This is the girl who won first place in the piano competition. She’s also from Qingzhou, so graceful and elegant. Must be from a really distinguished background. See, maybe you even know her."
Liu Runxi’s brows furrowed slightly, clearly not fond of how his desk mate lacked a sense of boundaries.
But when his gaze inadvertently fell on the photo, his entire body froze.
The boy’s eyelashes trembled, and a potent emotion seed to well up in his pupils, only to disappear in the blink of an eye, as though it had never been there.
Yan Lu raised an eyebrow, glancing at the boy’s tense fingertips clutching his textbook hard enough to leave creases.
She smiled knowingly.
So, he does know her.
The boy averted his gaze, speaking coolly, "Never t her."
A deanor of aloof detachnt that pushed others far, far away.
Yan Lu comnted, "Oh? Really?"
She turned her attention back to the photo, studying it intently. The photographer’s skill was brilliant—a simple stage snapshot imbued with an almost divine aura.
Yan Lu couldn’t help but marvel again, "Such an amazing profile shot. If I could see her in person, I’d probably faint from how gorgeous she must be. I really want to et her."
Liu Runxi, in his heart, silently replied: Or she could be a sister.
He fought back the urge to look back, unable to focus on the text in his book, his mind pulling him toward mories of that rainy pavilion night.
A girl, bathed in moonlight, slowly walking into view.
A wholly ordinary late night, yet it had left an indelible mark, stunning him for a lifeti.
The boy dropped his gaze, his lips curving into a gentle smile, light as the spring breeze.
She was Ann.
No one knew. Only he knew.
Just like the moonlight that night.
It had once truly shone upon him.
~
By midday, the incident at Class A’s entrance that morning had already spread across the forums.
This ti, the one who had "fallen from grace" was Qin Xiangge.
The forums were ablaze with debate: so insisted Qin Xiangge would never do such a thing, while others mocked her for not being able to handle losing and going so far as to lie and deceive, questioning her character and ethics. In short, the goddess’s image had been shattered.
Amidst the doubts and ridicule, Qin Xiangge faced the most severe public crisis of her life.
Behind these suspicions and taunts, a single photo quietly started gaining traction on the forums.
Internationally renowned pianist Pearl had personally praised the prodigiously talented young pianist Ann. In the photo, Ann’s striking profile during a stage performance had left everyone in awe.
Aesthetic experiences are often subjective, but beauty itself remains objective.
Take, for instance, this girl who had erged from nowhere to claim first prize in the piano competition.
Her beauty carried an almost divine quality.
"Mr. Jiang, do you know this stunning girl? Haven’t even seen her face clearly, but she already looks outrageously beautiful. This is what people an by a goddess-like aura, right?"
Zeng Liang eagerly thrust the photo in front of Jiang Shengyao.
Jiang Shengyao, irritated, pushed away his hand. No matter how beautiful she might be, could she be more beautiful than *her*?
Then the photo forcibly entered his field of vision.
Earlier that morning at Class A’s entrance, when Ren Chong had shown the photo, Jiang Shengyao had been too far away to properly see. This was his first ti clearly seeing the image that had stirred so much commotion.
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