Chapter 56

This class is not Mr. Liu's. Mr. Liu is the main teacher responsible for Wen Zhenyou's class. Wen Zhenyou has been assigned a task by the principal, and any free activities at school will definitely be prioritized to notify him. Mr. Liu, of course, supports the principal's task. However, he still praised Wen Zhenyou for being considerate, as he didn't need to be informed, yet Wen Zhenyou thought of it.

After that, there's no need to attend class. Whatever Li Zhiying arranges, even if Wen Zhenyou can't understand, he will still do it. Because he knows that Li Zhiying is always doing what's best for him. Moreover, Wen Zhenyou also understands the significance of organizing this activity. The school anniversary, with performances by the entire school, does not involve hiring external performers; it's just for fun. First, the pressure is not too great.

The goal is to create a lively and joyful atmosphere, with no other high demands. The best thing is to get all the students actively involved. But the benefits for him are not small. In the Korean entertainment industry, it is well known that school is also a very important stage. Some idols even debut within their schools.

Of course, such cases are not common. However, performing at school is definitely an experience every idol has had. At least seven to eight out of ten idols have had this experience. Because a significant portion of the idol market is students. Their purchasing power may not be the strongest, but their desire to consume is unmatched. Without the pressure of earning money in society or too many real-life worries, they are very willing to support their favorite idols.

Therefore, organizing this activity, for other students, might just be a game, but for Wen Zhenyou, it can be considered a rare and valuable experience. Because as a singer, when you stand on such a large stage, are you the entire stage? Of course not. At least, that's not the case for Wen Zhenyou. To do something, you need to understand everything about it inside and out.

This can also be considered Wen Zhenyou's first formal stage, even though it's not his debut. Standing on a high stage with an audience below is his first time. It's different from singing and playing the piano on the class podium. Besides the most prominent spot on the stage, how everything else works around it, and how to amplify your performance to perfection when you stand there one day, are things you need to understand.

Walking to the door of Class 3-1, he saw that the class was still in session. Wen Zhenyou looked at his watch; there were still thirty minutes before the class ended. It seemed like waiting wasn't worth it. After tidying up, he lightly coughed, knocked on the door, and smiled with his eyes squinting, making his smile even more sunny and adorable: "Sorry, teacher. I want to find Senior Song Huiran."

The students all looked toward the door, but upon seeing Wen Zhenyou, not only the students but even the teacher couldn't help but smile. Wen Zhenyou's fame and popularity were evident. The teacher teased with a smile: "Not coming to class is one thing, but you also want to call Senior Song Huiran out of class. Is that right, Wen Zhenyou?" Wen Zhenyou scratched his head and smiled even more cutely: "I have something to talk to Senior."

The students also laughed: "Huiran, your wish has come true!" "That's right. I said he would come to find you one day." "Teacher, don't let her go." Amidst the students' teasing, a tall and good-looking girl stood up with a smile. The teacher waved her hand, signaling her to go out. The girl bowed and gave a few teasing students a glare before smiling and walking toward Wen Zhenyou.

Wen Zhenyou bowed to the teacher in thanks. After the door closed, he smiled and walked forward with the girl: "Senior, I'm sorry for interrupting your class." This girl was Song Huiran, whom Wen Zhenyou was looking for, and she was also the president of the literary club. She giggled and rubbed Wen Zhenyou's head: "It's worth missing class to have a big star come to my class to find me."

Wen Zhenyou shook his head helplessly: "I'm not a star yet. If you keep saying that, I might start believing it." Song Huiran laughed: "You really are, even your narcissism sounds like the truth." They went down the stairs together, and Song Huiran looked at Wen Zhenyou: "It's just a matter of time. If you debut, I'll be your first fan." Wen Zhenyou smiled: "I'll take it as encouragement. By the time I debut, you'll be in college, and chasing an idol might make your college classmates laugh."

Song Huiran pouted: "Do I fear that?" She looked at Wen Zhenyou seriously: "You're different from those idols. You have real talent, not just a pretty face. I believe you can go far... By the way, why did you come to find me?" Song Huiran saw that they were heading toward the literary club's activity room and asked curiously. Wen Zhenyou had a key and opened the door directly.

Since the topic was brought up, it was time to get to business. He explained the principal's requirements, and Song Huiran clapped: "That's great. Is this Zhenyou's first formal performance?" She stood up and paced, frowning in thought: "The stage must be set up properly, and we need to find some backup dancers." Wen Zhenyou quickly stopped her: "Senior, this is a group activity where everyone enthusiastically signs up to participate, not my personal concert. You need to understand the nature of this event. The principal has set requirements."

Song Huiran was taken aback, then smiled and sat back down: "Isn't it the same? When they go on stage, they will only highlight you even more." Wen Zhenyou was helpless. This was the senior he got along best with, but her perception of him was like this. Was it because he often hid in the abandoned building on the back mountain?

The best way was to change the topic. Wen Zhenyou looked serious: "Senior, after class, use the club's broadcast to notify our members to come to a meeting. Pass this information down." Song Huiran smiled and waved her hand: "That might be a bit difficult. Knowing you're participating, who would want to be a supporting act?"

Wen Zhenyou was at a loss: "Why are you saying that again? Is it really that serious? The activity will last at least two hours, and I'll only perform one program, at most five to ten minutes." Song Huiran played with the key in her hand: "You'll see. They won't be as enthusiastic as you think. Even if it's not because of you... hehe."

Wen Zhenyou still didn't believe it, but after class, when he notified the literary club members and key figures to come to a meeting, the situation indeed went as Song Huiran had said. It wasn't just because of Wen Zhenyou; these were, after all, just students.

They were very good at watching performances and making comments, but when it came to performing on stage, their basic nervousness and ability to handle pressure were extremely weak. The oldest were in the third year of junior high, and the younger ones were in the second and first years. Just being given a task by Wen Zhenyou and Song Huiran made them blush and laugh awkwardly, let alone actually going on stage.

Don't doubt it; many people have had such experiences. In school, at work, in various environments, there are always times when people gather. You are one of them, sitting on the side with no pressure. But when you need to stand in front of everyone, just the many eyes staring at you, as if they were tangible, can make you feel nervous and pressured. In severe cases, you might not even be able to speak, your mind going blank.

Many people may gradually overcome this with more experience, but to some extent, they will still feel nervous. And many people, who are efficient in their work, can't speak in front of a large group. Wen Zhenyou touched his nose; this wouldn't do. These few people had already expressed their willingness to be the audience, and they would definitely support and even come to watch.

But when it came to performing on stage, they didn't even mention what kind of performance. First, they needed to prepare mentally. In the end, only three or four people signed up, barely enough to fill the stage. Everyone also expressed that they would try to mobilize others to see if there were any really interested in performing on stage. But if the literary club members were too shy to go on stage, it was even less likely that ordinary students would have the courage.

Scratching his head, in the end, only Song Huiran and Wen Zhenyou were left. Song Huiran looked at Wen Zhenyou with a half-smile, and Wen Zhenyou was no longer as calm as before. He was just helpless. They had to think of a way, but they didn't know who could come. Unexpectedly, while they were discussing the various aspects of the stage, a knock on the door sounded, and a girl with freckles timidly opened the door: "P... President."

Many students joined the literary club because of Wen Zhenyou. Most came to play and didn't have to pay any membership fees. Many young girls joined just because of Wen Zhenyou. Song Huiran couldn't recognize them all: "You are... What do you need?" Although she only addressed her as president, her eyes glanced at Wen Zhenyou. When Wen Zhenyou looked at her curiously, she blushed and looked down.

Given this, she was likely one of the literary club members. Song Huiran didn't ask who she was and directly asked about her business. The girl bowed and said: "President... I am Li Yayuan from Class 2-1. I heard about the activity and want to encourage students to participate. I... I recommend someone. She... She might be suitable."

Wen Zhenyou's eyes lit up, and he smiled and asked: "Really? We need someone who can go on stage without being nervous and can perform normally. Is there such a student in your class?" The girl, Li Yayuan, blushed and looked down when Wen Zhenyou spoke to her, not daring to breathe: "She... She is my classmate and... my relative."

Song Huiran said helplessly: "Just say her name." Seeing Song Huiran's slightly impatient expression, Li Yayuan quickly looked up and said: "Yes, President. She... Her name is Kim Tae-yeon!"

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