Wei Xiu Yuan from class 1 ca over, passionately arguing: "What’s going on, Senior Sister Jiang’s dance, looking across the whole school, is definitely top tier. I’ve rarely seen such a caliber of dance on TV."
Cui Yu: "Don’t speak if you don’t understand."
Back in the beginning of the school term, everyone regarded Wei Xiu Yuan as a figure. He was handso, from the experintal class, and his family ran a small supermarket, a definite popular figure.
So, when news ca out that he was chasing after Dong Jiayi, everyone was full of envy and jealousy!
At that ti, the group at the back rows were still resisting, refusing to buy things from his family’s supermarket to avoid funding the enemy.
In the end, he chased for a whole year and a half, still didn’t succeed, and more and more people started to mock him.
Wei Xiu Yuan: "Aren’t we friends? You guys are way too confident!"
Cui Yu: "Our class 8 culture is all about confidence. If Jiang Ning’s performance is good, will you let Dong Jiayi co to our class to dance?"
Wei Xiu Yuan fell silent.
Originally quite agreeable with class 8 people, Qi Tianheng now felt displeased.
Back then, he damaged Yang Sheng’s bicycle, Jiang Ning stord into the class to catch him, capturing him in front of everyone!
Zhao Xiaofeng understood: "Brother Tian!"
Qi Tianheng gestured: "Don’t rush, just watch."
His temperant had long evolved from before; now he understood his strengths!
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Stage lights were bright, Chen Haiyang wanted to help carry things but was refused.
Two staff mbers gingerly raised the furnace, inside the iron had turned to liquid, a sight that instilled fear in the heart.
Dai Yongquan guessed what was about to be perford, as old-tirs, they had seen this before, yet didn’t expect a student in the school could pull this off, he clicked his tongue: "Too dangerous, if it can’t be perford, we’ll cancel it."
Director Yan decided: "We can, it’s certified by the Evergreen Liquid."
And so, a furnace of molten iron was sent onto the stage.
The stage lights went off, turning pitch black, but such a stage was more captivating than when it was bright.
"Jiang Ning, go for it!" Chen Siyu waved at him.
Jiang Ning, dressed in black: "Alright, I’m going, don’t forget you guys."
Chen Siqing: "Don’t worry, even if my sister forgets, I’ll be sure to go."
Jiang Ning said: "Best if all together."
He calmly walked onto the stage, facing thousands of students gazing back at him.
In Jiang Ning’s past student days, he rarely experienced such events; from a rural background, diocre in all aspects, performing on stage in front of the whole school was extrely foreign to him.
He was always an unnad spectator, likely to be forgotten even in class reunions years after graduation.
The audio at the north and south corners of the stage emitted a faint drumbeat.
Jiang Ning pulled out a soaked willow spoon from the furnace rack, along with a hefty wooden stick.
Within his Divine Sense’s scope, the gazes of the students below moved with his actions.
Jiang Ning suddenly felt that this experience wasn’t bad.
He dipped the willow spoon into the molten iron, scooping a ladleful.
Then, his right hand struck from below with the wooden stick, suddenly, the fiery iron splashed upward, exploding into countless golden flowers, lighting up the night sky.
In that mont, Jiang Ning’s slender form stood amid the flower rain, shining bright then dark.
"Cool!" Cui Yu was astonished, never having left Yuzhou, where could he have witnessed such a spectacle.
Jiang Yanan shook Shen Qing’e’s arm: "When did he learn this, it’s so difficult!"
She had seen it on TV, never imagining to witness it in person today.
Previously, even from behind the screen, it felt shocking, but seeing it firsthand was incomparable.
Shen Qing’e said nothing, how could she know?
Jiang Ning scooped another ladle, the molten iron exploded again, his knocking rhythm sped up, gradually aligning with the drumbeats from the audio.
Under the night sky, countless sparks shone bright, slowly overlapping, fire stars persisting unendingly.
Guo Kunnan: "What the heck!"
Wei Xiu Yuan: "Holy crap!"
Wang Longlong recites a poem: "The east wind lets loose a thousand blossoms at night, blowing them down, stars falling like rain."
Dong Jiayi pulls out her phone to take photos, feeling that each fra could be a wallpaper.
There are countless others like her, such as Lan Zichen from the first year, also taking photos, not just of the iron flower performance, but also the figure standing under the sparks.
Jiang Ning’s iron flower forging moves are not forceful, but rather effortless, naturally exuding a sense of ease.
Wu Yunzhi’s face grew grim as he watched Jiang Ning show off several tis before; now he’s performing at the New Year’s Eve party.
Wu Yunzhi belittles: "It’s just iron flower forging, I’ve seen it a few tis, not even close to the skill of those masters."
Lin Zida from Class 1 says: "Jiang Ning is pretty good, but unfortunately, I’ve seen many such performances."
Students who had seen such performances before were certainly impressed, but without the first-ti shock, it was much more ordinary.
Most felt that it was indeed rare and remarkable that a student from their school could perform such a thing.
But that was about the extent of it.
In the audience, Jiang Shanyue comnts: "Very impressive, but not novel enough."
Jiang Ning grips the willow wood spoon, and this ti, instead of striking with a wooden stick, he gently scoops and tosses it skyward; this is the second thod of iron flower forging.
In the air, molten iron arcs into a massive parabola, this ti not bursting into sparks, but transforming into a crimson fla, hovering in midair.
Lin Zida is stunned, "What the heck!"
Ding Shuyan’s eyes flicker.
Fang Qiuyue from Class 2: "Isn’t this iron flower forging? Why is the fla floating in the air, is it ghost fire?"
Xue Yuantong at the front of Class 8, says to his gaming friend Shang Caiwei: "So amazing, now this is magic!"
Jiang Ning flicks the spoon, layers of flas scatter into the sky, blending into that fla.
The mass of fla grows larger, hovering in the air, eventually reaching the size of a truck, as if it might ignite the stage.
At the north of the stage, Chen Haiyang’s eyes widen: "What?"
Many teachers also find it unbelievable.
Chemistry teacher Guo Ran is left dumbfounded; with her chemistry knowledge, she can’t figure out the principle in such a short ti.
Just how many secrets does her star pupil still hold?
The students at the front rows only see Jiang Ning stop scattering flas, the bright flas tinting their skin red.
Jiang Ning’s hands suddenly clasp together, and the music’s drumbeat grows more intense, rapid, making hearts tremble.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Jiang Ning slowly separates his hands, the night sky seems to tear open, the enormous mass of fla guided by his hand gestures, as if pulled apart by an invisible giant’s hands.
The flas gyrate wildly, students below can clearly see the delicate reformation process, much like a shadow puppet show, two giants took shape in the air.
One wields a halberd, and the other two swords, both dignified and majestic.
"Holy crap, holy crap!" the exclamations rise and fall through the assembly.
The next second, Jiang Ning’s hands clasp again, amidst the "dong dong" of drums, the two fla giants charge with halberd and sword at lightning speed, colliding.
The audience below instinctively leans back in avoidance, with a "boom," the collision erupts into dazzling sparks, fireworks bursting forth, pouring down like a violent rainstorm.
A fiery rain descends from the sky.
The entire field of fire lights up everything gold, turning the entire stage into a brilliant spectacle, gentle strings play, a silhouette in draped white veil gracefully steps onto the stage, as if a terrestrial dancer descends.
Her figure dances beneath the fiery rain, her face flickering in and out of the firelight.
The fury of fire, the gentleness of the girl, seem like two extres.
Guo Kunnan’s mouth drops open, blurting out: "Bai Yuxia!"
His Dao Heart breaks free from bonds with good brothers, for the first ti for Bai Yuxia, it shatters!
Cui Yu: "Holy crap!"
Duan Shigang: "Holy crap! Damn that’s brilliant!"
Wang Longlong praises: "Swan neck, fragrant shoulder, gauze veiling the moon, radiantly stunning!"
In the front row, Dong Qingfeng murmurs: "When the person you like appears, the light takes form."
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