Chapter 9

Fang Qiu also knew he couldn't be too casual. After all, he was here to perform, and after setting the atmosphere, he immediately calmed his mind and quietly closed his eyes.

Seeing his actions, the entire venue gradually fell silent.

Countless eyes were fixed on Fang Qiu on the stage.

Everyone was waiting for his performance.

They wanted to see what a somewhat interesting guy could do.

At this moment, all the stage lights dimmed, leaving only one beam shining on him.

It made him look like an angel descending, pure and handsome.

Fang Qiu gradually opened his eyes, slowly raised his hands, clasped them together, and held them to his mouth.

Seeing this action, everyone was puzzled. Could it be that he was going to blow into his hands directly? Is this a hand flute?

Just as everyone was puzzled, a familiar and beautiful melody came from Fang Qiu's hands, transmitted through the microphone to the entire venue.

Many people were stunned, their eyes wide open, staring intently at Fang Qiu's hands on the stage.

It was breathtaking!

It was shocking!

They felt a sense of amazement and shock.

It was as if a group of people driving horse carriages suddenly saw a car speeding by!

That indescribable surprise and shock!

Fang Qiu, on the stage, managed to create such a feeling with just his hands!

This... This is too incredible!

Jiang Miaoyu also stared at Fang Qiu the moment the melody started.

She never expected that his hands could be his instrument and play so beautifully.

It was like playing a flute, with no leakage or hesitation.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would find it hard to imagine that someone could play such a beautiful melody with their hands.

Li Qingshi, standing beside her, looked somewhat displeased. He never expected Fang Qiu to have such talent.

He knew some ancient Chinese instruments and realized that Fang Qiu, who could play a flute with his hands, must also know how to play a bamboo flute.

He might even know how to play a ceramic flute!

Such talent was a powerful weapon for attracting girls in college.

Who wouldn't want a handsome and talented boyfriend?

As someone who often performed on stage, Li Qingshi knew very well how strong the impact of a performer on the audience could be!

At this moment, Fang Qiu's performance on stage added to his charm, and he could easily win the hearts of many girls.

He turned his head slightly to look at Jiang Miaoyu, who seemed normal, and felt relieved. At the same time, he felt a bit regretful, wondering why, as the president of the student council of the Traditional Chinese Medicine College, he hadn't performed a program.

Even if he couldn't outshine Fang Qiu, he could share the glory of the stage.

However, Li Qingshi didn't envy Fang Qiu. He only cared about Jiang Miaoyu, the girl he fell in love with at first sight and was determined to marry.

Liu Feifei, seeing Fang Qiu's performance even more impressive than in the library, felt both excited and relieved.

Thankfully, this guy didn't mess up at a crucial moment.

However, it was hateful that he had hidden his talent in the library. She would have to give him a good scolding when they got back!

Fang Qiu's three roommates looked at the girls around them, seeing their shocked and admiring expressions, and exchanged bitter smiles.

It seemed their guess was right!

This youngest guy was truly a woman killer and a public enemy of men!

However, as roommates, they were proud of the youngest for his outstanding performance and felt honored.

They clapped.

They clapped hard for the youngest!

The performance continued.

Fang Qiu was fully immersed in it.

He even forgot he was on stage and forgot the audience below.

He even forgot the melody!

It was as if there was nothing else in the world.

Who was playing? He didn't know!

What was being played? He didn't know!

For whom? He didn't know!

Fang Qiu forgot himself, but the audience below was transported by the music to an ancient, elegant scene.

They saw the misty south of the Yangtze River, where a woman in white waited for them.

They heard the clear spring water in the mountains, winding and clear, filled with longing.

The craftsman's skilled hands sketched, the brush strokes transitioning from bold to light, capturing a thousand years of love and hate in a blue-and-white porcelain vase.

I am waiting, where are you?

I am waiting for you in the misty south of the Yangtze River.

Where are you?

Whether men or women, they felt as if they were holding umbrellas, waiting for someone to return, waiting for someone to come...

The beautiful melody.

The tragic love story.

Everyone was entranced.

So entranced that they didn't want to wake up even when the music ended.

Each person was lost in the endless waiting, unwilling to return to reality.

When the music ended, no one spoke.

It seemed that the thousand-year dream had drained most of their energy.

They were still immersed in the atmosphere of longing and regret.

After the performance, the entire venue was silent for a full minute.

Everyone stood there like statues.

When the music ended, Jiang Miaoyu sighed, coming out of the scene, her eyes somewhat dazed.

She felt as if she had waited for a thousand years for her beloved to return.

But where was her beloved?

Could the future overcome the changes of time and stay together for life?

She didn't know.

Li Qingshi looked at Jiang Miaoyu with deep affection.

The song "Blue and White Porcelain" by Fang Qiu seemed to show him that the person waiting for him a thousand years ago was the one in front of him, and in this life, she was right there. How could he let her go?

As for Fang Qiu, he had already forgotten about him.

After a minute, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause.

Everyone clapped from the heart.

Everyone applauded Fang Qiu's superb performance!

They also applauded for the stunning auditory feast Fang Qiu had brought them!

Their hands turned red from clapping, but no one felt the pain.

It was too amazing!

It was too impressive!

The entire venue looked at the solitary figure on the stage with endless admiration.

With just his hands, he had made them lose themselves in the melody, giving them an unprecedented experience.

They couldn't find words to describe their amazement and the aftertaste.

Only applause.

Thunderous applause.

The girls in the audience had rosy cheeks and clapped wildly.

Fang Qiu was awakened by the applause, came to his senses, and smiled happily.

He had entered that state of forgetting everything again.

In his second year of high school, he had entered this state and officially reached the Master level.

He never expected to enter this state again today, which was a pleasant surprise.

The old man had said that when you enter this state, you should try to experience it as much as possible, because you never know when you'll enter it again.

But the occasion today didn't allow him to experience it for long, though he believed that if there was a second time, there would be a third and fourth!

Fang Qiu bowed in response to the applause and then walked off the stage.

Returning to his class from the backstage, his three roommates gave him a meaningful look, raised their thumbs, and said, "Youngest, you announced us as your fiancés on stage. Since you've done a good deed, why not go all the way and help us with our lifelong affairs?"

"How can I help you?"

Fang Qiu suddenly had a bad feeling.

"That's easy."

Sun Hao said excitedly, "With your performance, it's just a matter of a word to arrange a joint activity with any girls' dormitory, right?"

"I earn my living with my talent, not by selling my looks!"

Fang Qiu immediately refused with a righteous tone.

"Talent is also a form of beauty, just like looks. They both make people feel good, so they are essentially the same."

Zhu Benzheng suddenly said this.

Sun Hao and Zhou Xiaotian immediately raised their thumbs again, "Brilliant!"

Fang Qiu was speechless and refused to get entangled in this issue, as it would lead to endless trouble. He quickly changed the topic, "Jiang Miaoyu will perform next. I saw her backstage."

Sure enough, upon hearing Jiang Miaoyu's name, the three immediately stopped pestering him.

Zhou Xiaotian asked, "No way, this is our college's party. What's she, from the Acupuncture and Massage College, doing here?"

"Get lost! How can you call my goddess Jiang joining in? That's called supporting our college's party!"

Sun Hao criticized.

"Right, right, Youngest, what program will Jiang Miaoyu perform?"

Zhou Xiaotian quickly corrected himself and asked Fang Qiu.

"Ouch! My shoulder hurts, my leg hurts!"

Fang Qiu said weakly, his body slumping.

The three looked at each other and immediately started massaging his arms and legs.

Before they finished, the host announced, "Next, please welcome our sister college, the Acupuncture and Massage College, and their student representative, Jiang Miaoyu, to perform the song 'Attachment.'"

The three were stunned, their faces instantly filled with anger, and they all punched Fang Qiu hard.

"Ah!" Fang Qiu cried out in pain.

The three ignored him and, like meerkats, raised their heads to look at the stage.

Not just them, all the boys were excited, stretching their necks to see Jiang Miaoyu come on stage.

They couldn't help but be excited; this was the school's newly recognized beauty, and they were about to see her in person. How could they not be excited!

When Jiang Miaoyu walked onto the stage with a microphone, the entire venue erupted.

Various shouts and whistles filled the air.

"Jiang Miaoyu!"

"Jiang Miaoyu!"

...

Many people even stood up, waving their arms and shouting.

This blocked the view of those behind them, causing a wave of anger.

"Sit down!"

"What kind of manners, blocking the view of those behind, sit down!"

...

Those with thin skin quickly sat down, while those with thick skin ignored the calls.

This caused a wave of public anger.

"Sit down!!!"

"Sit down!!!"

A chorus of angry shouts.

The assistant class teachers, seeing the rising anger, quickly pulled the standing students back and forbade their class from standing.

This made the scene quite lively.

Jiang Miaoyu smiled as she came to the front of the stage, and all the lights focused on her.

She was like a lotus blooming instantly!

Beautiful!

So beautiful!

This was the heartfelt sentiment of all the boys.

Including Fang Qiu.

Even Fang Qiu, who had reached the Master level in martial arts and had a calm heart, couldn't help but feel a slight, inexplicable flutter at that moment.

A beautiful, slow melody began.

It was like a gentle breeze, soothing everyone's hearts.

Jiang Miaoyu raised her delicate hand holding the microphone, ready to sing, when suddenly, "Bang!" the lights went out, the music stopped, and the entire venue fell into darkness.

The entire venue: "..."

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