The performance concluded with Ye Wushuang's drum beats.
She took off her headphones and was about to leave when Jian Jiaoyang, panting, shouted into the microphone:
"Our wise and mighty Queen!"
Ye Wushuang looked up, unclear what was happening.
The audience below the stage also looked at Jian Jiaoyang, unclear what was happening.
Jian Jiaoyang knelt on one knee, holding the microphone in one hand and reaching out to Ye Wushuang with the other, as if waiting for the mercy of a God.
The rest of the Class Seven students also turned their backs to the audience, knelt on one knee, with one hand behind their backs and the other reaching out toward her.
Their young faces were filled with worship and joy.
Ye Wushuang had seen this formation when she first arrived at Class Seven.
That time, just like this moment.
They spoke in unison, their voices loud and clear:
"Please ascend the throne, wield the scepter, and drive away the mist and darkness!"
This was originally just one more word spoken in jest.
It was a title born when everyone was extremely bored and their Chuunibyou souls took over.
But Ye Wushuang was truly like a God descended from the heavens, driving away the mist around them and allowing them to overtake the long-leading Class 1 in just half a month.
It allowed them to regain their dignity and confidence from the dark corners.
Weren't some people mocking Ye Wushuang for not being worthy of the word "Queen"?
Now, they knelt in submission to announce it to the outside world.
Ye Wushuang is worthy of the title "Queen"!
She is a perfect match, the top match, a match made in heaven!
"Queen! Queen!"
The fanboys and fangirls in the audience stood up, shouting and cheering wildly.
"Queen! Queen!"
Others joined in the commotion, pushing the atmosphere to the extreme.
If the host hadn't been sharp-eyed and quick in their reaction, coming out in time to save the scene and "invite" the people of Class Seven off, this gala might have turned into Ye Wushuang's personal fan meeting.
In the audience seats, Rong Qingru listened to the cheers, which were even louder than when she had performed on stage, and the smile on her face slowly twisted uncontrollably.
"Qingru, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Shen Wenyu asked with worry.
"I'm fine, Brother Shen, you don't need to worry..." Rong Qingru hurriedly adjusted her expression and turned to look at Shen Wenyu.
However, she discovered that Shen Wenyu was no longer looking at her, but was staring at Ye Wushuang's back view as she left, his eyes flashing with shock and amazement.
He never knew that Ye Wushuang could play the drum kit, and play it so fiercely and coolly...
Rong Qingru gripped the lace trim on her dress.
Ye Wushuang!
Snap.
The meticulously sewn lace tore.
Behind the stage.
There were many people coming and going; some were staff, some had just come off the stage, and others were preparing to go on stage.
Besides them, a little boy was running around, likely the child of a staff member.
"Queen, your drum kit performance was amazing!" The worship in Jian Jiaoyang's eyes was about to overflow.
He discovered that Ye Wushuang was always stronger than he imagined.
It was the same for fighting, the same for study, and even the same for playing the drum kit!
Just how stupid were the homeroom teacher and students of Class 2 to bully and look down on the Queen like that?
"It's alright," Ye Wushuang replied calmly.
"I'll take them to remove their makeup first, see you tomorrow!" Jian Jiaoyang waved his hand and took the Class Seven students to remove their makeup.
Ye Wushuang checked the time and intended to go home.
Just at this moment, a loud noise came from above, and then the entire roof of the stage collapsed!
The power was cut, the light instantly vanished, screams erupted everywhere, and tongues of fire raged.
"Mom! Wah!!" The little boy cried in the chaos.
"Baby! Baby, where are you!" The little boy's mother looked left and right in a panic, finally seeing her child five meters away.
"Stay where you are, don't move, Mom is coming to find you!" She went against the flow of the crowd.
Clang!
A loud noise came from above again, and a broken load-bearing pillar smashed toward the boy!
The mother's eyes were wide with horror, she reached out in vain, but was pushed away by the crowd.
She watched helplessly as her child was about to suffer a heavy blow!
At the most critical moment, Ye Wushuang rushed over, shielding the boy in her arms, letting the broken load-bearing pillar smash into her shoulder and back.
The stage collapsed more thoroughly, and dust filled the air.
Outside the stage, Shangguan Qinglin directed the evacuation of the scene, and fire hoses were quickly connected to extinguish the fire.
Because it was handled in time, there were no major casualties.
Ji Shen looked around, his brows locked in a frown.
Calculating the time, Ye Wushuang should not have left here yet.
"Looking for Ye Wushuang?" Shangguan Qinglin said easily: "She might have already left, and even if she hasn't, with her skills, this level of accident won't hurt her, don't worry."
That person is a fierce girl who can take down foreign assassins with her bare hands!
Ji Shen thought that was true, and strode away with his long legs.
"My child is under the load-bearing pillar! That girl named Ye Wushuang is also under the load-bearing pillar, please save them!" The boy's mother cried out, brushing past Ji Shen.
Ji Shen's footsteps paused, and he turned around abruptly.
On the other side, several security guards pushed away the largest load-bearing pillar, and after pushing it away, they were stunned.
They saw a girl holding the boy, kneeling on one knee, her other hand supporting the boy's head, as if worried he had suffered a head injury.
"Sister... Older Sister?" The boy's gaze was dull, his face covered in dust.
"Go find your mom." Ye Wushuang let go of the boy and slowly stood up.
"Queen! Are you okay?" Hearing the commotion, Jian Jiaoyang and others returned halfway, asking anxiously.
"I'm fine." Ye Wushuang's tone was calm as she brushed the dust off her body and walked outside.
Wherever she passed, everyone looked at her with admiring gazes.
After all, not everyone can sacrifice themselves to save others in a life-or-death crisis!
Seeing that she was walking normally and her expression was normal, everyone felt relieved and went back to their own business.
"She seems cold on a daily basis, I didn't expect that at a critical moment... Hmm? Where is A Shen?"
Shangguan Qinglin looked for a long time but couldn't find his friend.
Outside the school.
The night was deep, and the starlight was bright.
Ye Wushuang was searching for the position of the Ji Family driver across the road.
She hadn't told the driver about the gala today, and she didn't know if the driver would wait for her until now.
While searching, a black sports car stopped in front of Ye Wushuang.
The driver's window rolled down, revealing Ji Shen's stunningly handsome face.
"Get in."
Other than that, there were no extra words.
Ye Wushuang pursed her lips, got into the car without being coy, and let him drive her home.
Her relationship with Ji Shen could not be considered much.
Even if they had slept in the same bed for so many days, the conversations between them did not exceed ten times.
She had her things to do, and he had his things to do; they did not interfere with each other.
There was little traffic in the suburbs at night, and in less than half an hour, Ji Shen parked the car at the entrance of the Villa.
He was the first to get out of the car.
Ye Wushuang also got out, and just as she wanted to go upstairs, she was called to a stop by Ji Shen.
"Come here." He was carrying a medical kit: "Take off your school uniform jacket."
With such a heavy object smashing onto her shoulder, unless she had a body of steel, she would definitely be injured.
The young girl before him clearly had not evolved to the realm of being beyond nature.
Ye Wushuang hesitated for a moment, walked over and sat beside him, and unbuttoned her knit jacket.
The jacket slid off her shoulders, revealing her undershirt and a large, striking bruise on her back.
This red color created a huge contrast with her naturally fair and tender skin.
Ji Shen's pupils shrank slightly.
Ye Wushuang's injuries were even heavier than he had expected.
He opened the medical kit and quickly and gently applied medicine to her himself, his deep voice becoming even deeper in the night:
"Why didn't you cry or shout that it hurt?"
Crying and shouting because of pain is an instinct humans have from birth, and it is also one of the ways humans convey information to the outside world.
Many pampered girls would have red eye sockets from even a slight bump.
She was also a girl.
"It's useless." In Ye Wushuang's black and white pupils, there was not a trace of fluctuation:
"Shouting that it hurts will expose your position, and crying will not only expose your position, but also take away the salt in your body that you rely on to survive."
If you want to live, you cannot cry or shout.
This was the first rule the world she lived in taught her.
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