"If you see what she did... you’ll have to call her Boss Qian too." The student council mber swallowed hard, still shaken by Chen Xiaoqian’s performance.
It’s foreseeable that the psychology departnt of the Science College is going to be the talk of the school, no, the entire school is going to be buzzing.
Thinking about Qian’s program, her ears are still ringing, they even changed the performance order, it was so overwhelming.
Lin Xuanhua felt a bit miffed; her connections seed sowhat unreliable.
"Let’s hang out soti, my treat," Lin Xuanhua was still confident that Qian would embarrass herself. She planned to host a dinner to celebrate after the orientation ended tomorrow.
The other person shook his head, "Forget it, I’m not going... Let say this, Boss Qian is not an ordinary person, don’t ss with her in the future."
ssing with Boss Qian would lead nowhere good. One performance already showed she’s not soone to be trifled with.
"What kind of sorcery did she cast on you, that one show scared you like this?"
Thinking of Qian’s show, the student council mber shook his head, "You’ll see for yourself tomorrow."
Many people think female PhDs are particularly rigid and boring, nothing outside of the lab.
But Qian happens to be the kind who knows how to have fun.
Just how fun is she?
Yu Minglang first t her in a bar in his previous life, showing how much she knows how to have fun.
If she wanted to play, she could do it with panache, and she would be unperturbed through the crowd.
After eting Zheng Xu later, they went to countless fun places together, nothing they hadn’t experienced.
If a re show could trouble Qian, she might as well not bother competing.
There were 5 minutes until the official performance.
Shi Yu, taking advantage of a mont when no one was paying attention, sneaked backstage to call her brother.
"Brother, I arranged for our staff to sit in the front row with a cara to record, don’t worry, your get-out-of-jail-free card for the rest of your life depends on our Boss Qian’s performance. If your young boss ever gets tough with you, just show him this, it’ll surely put out the fire."
"Is it really that aweso? What exactly is the performance?"
"You’ll see. If I had to pick a word to describe it... it’s ’Amazing, my social Big Sis Qian!’"
Hanging up the phone, Qiao Zhen was puzzled.
Social Big Sis Qian?
In his mind, images of socially active female mbers with strange hairstyles and overall seductive looks appeared; it didn’t seem to be a complint?
Qiao Zhen was already bewildered. Wasn’t the sister-in-law a female scholar, a teacher’s pet? Why would his dimwit sister say such things?
The welco talent show was held for newcors, and since the instructors from the training period would also perform two acts, the student council sent the military an invitation. Usually, they would casually send over an orderly to make a showing, but this year, there was a special guest sitting with school leaders.
This person was Yu Mingyi.
He hadn’t been well lately, his head buzzing with Wang Xiaohong’s loud disputes.
Wang Xiaohong again refused his request for her to bring the child to see him, and while grabbing him, argued loudly with him. Thinking she was still staying at the guesthouse, Yu Mingyi didn’t want to go back too early; arguing in front of the child was upsetting, so with nothing else to do, he ca to the school to have a look.
It was ti for the finale of the evening, a slot usually reserved for the Music College, or if not them, the Art College, or the Law School, places known for producing beauties.
This year was different; the finale was by the Science College.
When Yu Mingyi heard the live band playing a soothing lody, he was almost falling asleep, but when a tall girl in traditional ethnic dress took the microphone and began to sing the heartfelt "Jindalai Flower" in her native language, he suddenly sat up straight.
Isn’t that Dong Yi?
Dong Yi, wearing the traditional outfit that Qian rented for her, stood in the middle of the stage, expressionless, singing the song Qian asked her to sing. Initially, she wasn’t very invested, but when she glimpsed her benefactor sitting in the VIP section, her mood changed completely.
In Dong Yi’s heart, Yu Mingyi was not much different from a deity.
Moreover, the lyrics, though sung in Korean and sounding unfamiliar, when translated, perfectly matched the feelings she had when she saw off the young n who saved her those years ago.
"In my view, such disgust when leaving, a silent farewell, not like dying, yet tears stread down..."
Dong Yi’s singing wasn’t very good, but she wasn’t off-key either. With nobody understanding the language, it felt okay.
But for others, it wasn’t breathtaking.
However, for Dong Yi, seeing the uncle who once saved her, along with the pilots beside him, her emotions were turbulent, and she had a favorable impression of those sons of the sky.
Reflecting on her village, a few survivors were all saved by their brave actions; her mood beca even more unsettled.
Looking at Dong Yi on stage in her ethnic attire, Yu Mingyi rembered the mud-stained clothing of that year. If disaster hadn’t befallen her, this little girl would have grown up in her parents’ loving care.
Thinking about those years, Yu Mingyi was also swept up in emotions, feeling the insignificance of humans in the face of disaster.
Since she was singing for the young n who once saved her, Dong Yi’s voice carried much emotion, though she was set on the stage by Chen Xiaoqian, her singing now was a heartfelt expression.
Lin Xuanhua sat below the stage, watching the performance a third of the way through, puzzled.
Wasn’t it supposed to be a three-person act? Why is it just Dong Yi singing?
Also, the singing isn’t unpleasant, but not to the point of stunning soone into speechlessness, right? Listening to this mournful tune, and not understanding a word, why did the girl who saw the performance yesterday change her mind and call Xiaoqian "Boss Qian" after watching it?
At that mont, Dong Yi was already singing the line "With my soul, I pray for you", tears glistening in her eyes.
May the kind uncles who participated in the rescue back then be blessed with a peaceful life.
Although Yu Mingyi couldn’t understand her language, he could feel that deep gratitude from her eyes. Thinking of his fallen comrades, his heart was full of mixed emotions, the two locked eyes, the desolate lody reminding them of their lost family and comrades.
But for other audience mbers, the song, sung in an incomprehensible language, had no highlights yet. Soone had already decided to get up and use this opportunity to go to the bathroom.
Suddenly, the band’s rhythm changed, turning from lancholy to uplifting, the drumbeat intensifying in a way only rumored to be found in legendary discos.
Then, Lin Xuanhua’s evening-long question was finally answered, as Chen Xiaoqian made a dazzling entrance.
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