Chapter 32

As Qin Xiaoyou's words left her mouth, the venue erupted into a clamor. Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to the area of the fourth camp. The people of the fourth camp began to look at each other, trying to figure out who Mo Wen really was.

Previously, many people had been discussing Mo Wen, secretly speculating on the relationship between the camp flower Qin Xiaoyou and Mo Wen. Now, with Qin Xiaoyou taking the initiative to name Mo Wen and request him to accompany her, Mo Wen was once again thrust into the spotlight.

"Damn it, it's Mo Wen again. Who the hell is he? I want to see him."

"Shit! Mo Wen must have some secret relationship with Qin Xiaoyou."

"My heart is broken. How could my goddess possibly have someone she likes?"

"It's impossible. How could Qin Xiaoyou have someone she likes? It must be fake! It must be."

...

Mo Wen looked at Qin Xiaoyou's sly gaze, and his lips twitched involuntarily. Accompany her? Could he even do that? He didn't know how to, and Qin Xiaoyou was just causing trouble.

Just as Mo Wen was about to refuse, Qin Xiaoyou casually took out a dry leaf from her pocket. The leaf was very neat, clearly carefully selected by her.

"I know you can do this."

She waved the leaf at Mo Wen, a smug smile curling at the corners of her mouth, revealing two dimples.

The last time she had accidentally heard Mo Wen play, she had this idea. That time, Mo Wen's music had left her deeply impressed. It was very classical, with a melancholic melody, as if it came from ancient times, perfectly suited to accompany her classical dance.

So she canceled the previous accompaniment music, hoping Mo Wen could go on stage and play the same tune he played that day.

Mo Wen smiled bitterly. He hadn't expected Qin Xiaoyou to still remember that day. She was really troublesome.

"Mo Wen, you and Qin Xiaoyou definitely have something going on."

Wang Yuan glared at Mo Wen fiercely, as if he were a major rival.

Mo Wen ignored him and stood up to walk to the stage. He didn't really care; after all, it was just a tune. Having lived two lives, he wouldn't be nervous in any situation.

"Thank you, Mo Wen, for your performance. His music is very moving, and I'm sure everyone will be pleased."

Qin Xiaoyou placed the leaf in Mo Wen's hand, giving him a smug look. She didn't like Mo Wen's indifferent attitude; it was too frustrating. He had talent but didn't want to show it at the party, which was unacceptable.

Mo Wen could only take the leaf reluctantly. This was the first time he would play in front of so many people, and he felt a bit uneasy.

He sat in an inconspicuous corner and started playing without a word. He didn't play the tune from that day but chose a classical piece from the other world, known as "The Blood of Mandarin Ducks." The melody was serene, telling a story of a tragic and loyal love.

The staff placed a microphone in front of Mo Wen, and the music gradually spread throughout the venue.

At first, the venue was noisy with chatter, but as the music began, the people in the venue gradually became immersed in it. The music seemed to have a magical power, calming the restless hearts of the audience, making them naturally listen quietly.

Qin Xiaoyou was also instantly immersed in the elegant melody. Although it was just music, it seemed to speak, and everyone seemed to see beautiful scenes unfolding, telling a tragic love story.

Without realizing it, she began to dance, as if she were the heroine of the story, expressing her emotions through graceful movements.

Spinning, turning, covering her face, waving her sleeves, and looking back with a shy glance.

The elegant and graceful dance conveyed the passion and loyalty of an ancient woman in love.

When the music ended, the entire venue was silent, with no noise. Everyone was immersed in the tragic dance on stage.

Qin Xiaoyou stopped dancing, and without realizing it, tears had formed at the corners of her eyes. The moment Mo Wen's music began, she was immersed in it, as if she were the heroine of the story, and she couldn't help but express her feelings through dance.

She had forgotten what she had danced.

Mo Wen looked at the silent venue and smiled indifferently. The music he played was a well-known classic from the other world, passed down for thousands of years. The melody was melancholic and moving, easily evoking sadness.

A piece that had been passed down for thousands of years naturally had its unique charm, and anyone hearing it for the first time would be impressed.

He didn't return to his seat but left the venue directly. Qin Xiaoyou's performance was the final act, and after her dance, the party was almost over.

Just as he walked a hundred meters, a prolonged cheer suddenly erupted behind him. Everyone was calling out Qin Xiaoyou's name; her dance had captivated everyone. As for Mo Wen, no one would remember him.

Just like a stunning movie, the audience would only remember the main characters, rarely knowing who wrote the story.

Qin Xiaoyou quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her gaze fixed on Mo Wen's gradually disappearing back. She realized for the first time that Mo Wen was not as ordinary as she had thought, but rather, he had hidden such stunning talent. He had always been low-key, making it impossible to uncover his secrets.

"Yang Qi, you seem very interested in Qin Xiaoyou, but it's a pity. She has been staring at Mo Wen all along."

In the area of the third camp, Cheng Hao smiled sinisterly at a young man beside him.

The young man was tall and slender, with delicate features and a determined look. His eyes had a sharpness that made people feel pressure even when he looked at them calmly.

At that moment, he was staring at Qin Xiaoyou on stage, his eyes filled with passion and obsession.

"Cheng Hao, don't think I don't know you have a grudge against Mo Wen. What, trying to use me to get rid of him? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

The young man named Yang Qi slowly turned his gaze, glanced at Cheng Hao, and a mocking smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Yang Qi, I do have a grudge against Mo Wen, but I don't need your help to deal with him. However, I must warn you, Qin Xiaoyou has been close to Mo Wen since high school, for three or four years. They might have developed feelings for each other over time."

Cheng Hao snorted. To deal with Mo Wen, he didn't need Yang Qi's help. Ten Mo Wens wouldn't be a match for him. But in the military camp, he couldn't do much to Mo Wen in the short term.

Especially after learning that Mo Wen had some unusual skills, he had given up the idea of causing trouble for him in the military camp. Once they were outside, he could do whatever he wanted to Mo Wen.

But now that Yang Qi had come forward, he didn't mind using him to get rid of Mo Wen. Even if Yang Qi knew, so what? Would he let Mo Wen off just because of that?

He knew Yang Qi's character well; once he liked a woman, he wouldn't tolerate any rivals.

Cheng Hao's resentment towards Mo Wen grew. If it weren't for Mo Wen ruining his plans back then, Qin Xiaoyou would have been his. As she grew older, she became more beautiful and more attractive, but now that she was in Yang Qi's sights, he had little chance.

Knowing he couldn't compete with Yang Qi, he resented Mo Wen even more.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival party, Qin Xiaoyou's fame in the military camp soared. Even many professional soldiers became her fans, and everyone deeply imprinted her in their minds from her stunning dance.

Her admirers increased, and the group of protectors was even larger than in high school. Many people gradually became her die-hard fans.

As for Mo Wen, he also became famous, but most people remembered him not for his stunning music but for his ambiguous relationship with Qin Xiaoyou.

Many people hated Mo Wen, seeing him as a sinner who desecrated their goddess. If it weren't for the strict discipline in the military camp, there would have been groups of people looking for trouble with him.