Everyone laughed together in a group.
In the front row, Ye Wushuang closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she saw the system's information panel.
【Trial Mission（1）Complete.】
【A new mission will be published tomorrow, please look forward to it.】
Liu Jing appeared at the classroom entrance: "It is our class's turn for the students to do their makeup. Hurry to the makeup room and prepare to go on stage for the performance!"
"Wow!" Jian Jiaoyang rushed out with the students.
Only Ye Wushuang remained in the classroom, flipping through a book.
"Ye Wushuang, you should go to the makeup room too, and see if you can help with anything," Liu Jing suggested with a smile.
He wanted to help Ye Wushuang integrate into the group.
That child was too much of a loner.
Ye Wushuang nodded; she had nothing better to do anyway.
Watching Ye Wushuang's back view as she trailed behind the crowd, Liu Jing pursed his lips.
Thinking back on the transformation of the Class Seven students over these past few days, a thought slowly surfaced in his apex cordis.
Makeup room.
The professional makeup artists hired by the school authorities were applying makeup to the faces of the Class Seven students.
Ye Wushuang leaned against the wall with both hands crossed over her chest; there was nothing here that required her help.
Midway through, girls from other classes would occasionally come over with blushing faces to ask the makeup artists questions like, "Is my eye makeup smudged?" "Can you help me touch up my makeup?" or "Would I look better like this?"
There was only one reason for their cautious yet excited behavior: the new School Board Member of Flying Bird Academy, Young Master Ji, was attending this gala!
Young Master Ji was the high-quality Man that countless young girls across the globe dreamed of!
If they happened to catch Young Master Ji's eye during this performance, they could fly up to the branches and become a Phoenix in a minute!
By then, whatever Yan City, whatever Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang Group, they would all have to kneel before the Ji Family!
"If I were a woman, I would want to marry Young Master Ji too!" a Class Seven boy remarked.
"We are different; we only want to marry the Queen!" the Class Seven girls said with stars in their eyes.
How could a man be better than the Queen!
They had already been completely conquered by the Queen, wuwuwu!
In front of the stage, the host began to warm up the crowd.
After a passionate speech, the students went on stage one after another to perform in the order they had previously drawn lots for.
Regardless of whether the performance was good or bad, everyone gave a certain amount of applause.
When the host read out the names "Rong Qingru" and "Shen Wenyu," the applause from below the stage reached its peak.
The students shouted and screamed in excitement.
"Goddess, Goddess, the eternal Goddess!"
"Wenyu, Wenyu, gentle as jade!"
The popularity of these two at Flying Bird was at a hegemonic level.
Even if Shen Wenyu had previously had his engagement annulled by Ye Wushuang, and even if Rong Qingru had been criticized by someone because of the library incident, it could not shake their Status at Flying Bird.
On stage, Rong Qingru wore a purple Evening Gown, sitting at the Piano playing melodious notes, her Neck as elegant as a white swan.
Shen Wenyu, having changed into a Tuxedo, played the Violin in accompaniment, his focused gaze making him look even more handsome.
The two presented a scene of perfect harmony.
When the Melody ended, the applause was even more enthusiastic.
A bold boy loudly declared his love for Rong Qingru, while another boy rested his chin on his hand and curled his lip in Boredom.
"What's wrong? Is Rong Qingru's playing not good?"
"It's good, she plays very well, I'm just tired of listening to it."
For three years, Rong Qingru had played the Piano at every celebration.
Although the Melody was different every time, the tone of the Piano was just there, and he wasn't a die-hard fan of piano music, so he was truly a bit tired of it.
He really wanted to see something new.
Backstage.
The Class Seven students were tidying their clothes, and seeing that they were about to go on stage, the music Teacher responsible for the Drum kit came over holding his stomach:
"Oh, my stomach hurts. I cannot provide accompaniment for you; you should go find someone else."
With that, he ran off.
The students' expressions changed.
"In the Melody we chose, the Drum kit is the main accompaniment instrument. If we lose the Drum kit, the style of the whole piece will change, right?"
"How could the Teacher drop the ball at such a critical moment? Where are we supposed to find a second person who can play the Drum kit now?"
"I will do it." Ye Wushuang walked over and reached out: "Give me the metronome."
The Drum kit, also known as jazz drums, is a rhythm instrument.
Since the rhythm of the vast majority of melodies is regular, a drummer often does not need to look at the sheet music, but rather uses a metronome adjusted in advance in their headphones.
Then, following the pulse sound of a fixed frequency in the metronome, they accurately control the Rhythm of the entire piece.
"The Queen can also play the Drum kit?" Jian Jiaoyang widened his eyes and handed the headphones to Ye Wushuang.
"I know a little." Ye Wushuang put on the headphones.
The Drum kit was once the only Way she had to vent her Emotion.
It was just that as she kept playing, she was rated by foreign Media as the "strongest drummer of the century."
On stage, the female host said with a smile of Full Marks: "Next up is the students of Grade 12 Class 7. They will be performing an English song, Natural, please welcome them to the stage!"
"Clap Clap Clap Clap," the applause sounded.
The Class Seven students appeared on stage, the stage Light dimmed, and the only beam of light shone on Jian Jiaoyang.
He sang in a low voice:
"Will you hold the line?
（Only you haven't given up yet）
When everyone else has given up or caved in, tell me
（When everyone has given up or is disappointed, tell me）
In this house of mine
（In my place）
Nothing comes without a consequence or cost, tell me..."
（Nothing comes without a cost, so tell me）
The initial singing ended, the second beam of light hit the pianist, the classical and heavy piano sound rang out, the Rhythm gradually picked up, and Jian Jiaoyang's Voice grew louder.
"This is the cost you pay
（This is the cost you have to pay）
Leave your heartache behind
（Leave your heartbreak behind）
Rather be the hunter than the prey
（Stop fleeing like prey everywhere, and strike bravely like a hunter）
You're standing on the edge with your face up
（You are already standing on the edge of the Cliff, lift your head and face it）
Because you are..."
（Because you...）
The third beam of light hit Ye Wushuang directly.
She struck the Drum kit, bringing the Rhythm to the Climax.
At the moment she provided the accompaniment, Jian Jiaoyang also loudly spat out the last Lyrics of this section:
"Natural!
（Born this way）
A beating heart of stone
（Heart as solid as a rock, indestructible）
You gotta be so cold!
（You must learn to be ruthless）
To make it in this world
（To have a foothold in this world）
Yeah you're a natural!!
（Yes, you are born this way）
Living a cruel life
（Surviving in a cruel world）
You must be cold
（You must become ruthless）
Yes, you are a natural!
（Because you are born this way!）"
The piano sound receded to the background, the Soul Rhythm was controlled by the Drum kit, and the tight and orderly drum sounds seemed to strike right at the apex cordis of the people!
Under the spotlight, Ye Wushuang's gaze was somewhat blurred and shattered; her entire Attention was on the metronome in her headphones.
This was a very, very fiery Melody.
Her beautiful Face, however, was as calm as a mirror, without the slightest fluctuation, forming a sharp contrast with the hysterical Lead Vocal, Jian Jiaoyang.
This coincidentally matched the theme of the Melody itself:
No matter how cruel the reality is, one must strike out proactively like a calm and powerful Hunter, because you are born extraordinary!
Below the stage.
Ji Shen leaned on his chair, his long legs crossed, ignoring the fawning and hitting on someone of the other Shareholders, listening intently to the performance on stage.
In his deep and narrow Dark eyes, Ye Wushuang's solo under the light was reflected.
That girl had set the whole place on fire.
If she had taken the time to observe below the stage, she would have discovered countless gazes of Shock and love.
Yet she did not care at all.
Which only made her more fascinating.
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