YM778.TV Chapter 96: Student 038, do you have a guzheng? (Part 1)_3
Chapter 96: Student 038, do you have a guzheng? (Part 1)_3
Ren Wanxuan had grown up in an environment where she was always praised, she was sufficiently diligent and smart.
At her age, she could write such characters, even teachers would say the younger generation might surpass us, it’s inevitable she’d be proud—the school leaders, big and small, all gave her extra praise.
She found it hard to accept Director Chen’s evaluation.
Director Chen naturally could see that Ren Wanxuan was somewhat resentful towards his assessment.
He only smiled, it was undeniable that at seventeen years old, the writing she produced truly surpassed her peers by a large margin.
But that piece of writing—collected by Jiang Fulai—
When their ancestor Bai Xiangjun wrote it, he was only fifteen years old!
Not to mention the numerous poems he wrote at fifteen, just his handwriting alone, Ren Wanxuan might not be able to achieve that kind of spirit even after another ten years of study.
In the eyes of the Bai Family, the Chen Family seemed like those fervent, mindless fans, you may write well, but if you compare yourself to the Bai Family, sorry, you couldn’t reach their ancestor’s level even if you were on a rocket!
It wasn’t just about comparing to the ancestors—even Xu Yajun from Jiangjing wrote better than Ren Wanxuan.
Director Chen didn’t seem that impressed.
The school authorities naturally noticed, they felt a sudden urge and quickly took Director Chen to see the school anniversary celebration.
Eager in anticipation, Director Chen also wanted to see the students of Xiangcheng now.
A group of people headed to the auditorium.
When they arrived, it was already 7:55.
The principal led a group of people in.
The student association members checking tickets at the door saw the principal respectfully following a middle-aged man and couldn’t help but gape.
Wasn’t that the person the principal invited as a distinguished guest?
The first row of the auditorium seats was reserved for school leaders.
Director Chen walked inside while covertly observing the crowd, knowing Jiang Fulai was also there today.
Finally, he saw someone standing in a corner of the auditorium and Director Chen was startled.
He really came?
He wasn’t supposed to be free?
“Mr. Chen?” The principal was somewhat stunned.
Director Chen quickly averted his gaze, “It’s nothing.”
He thoughtfully wondered if Miss Bai had a performance?
School anniversary programs, every class took it very seriously.
Not a single school leader in the front row had left, especially since one of them was regarded as Mount Tai.
To protect that dignitary, there were nearly bodyguards every ten meters, with a tense atmosphere spreading throughout the whole auditorium.
At eleven o’clock, it was almost time for the finale.
The last few performers all went backstage to prepare, Pu Xiaohan accompanied Bai Lian along with the arts committee member.
“You’re not nervous…” Pu Xiaohan calmed down her own heartbeat, comforting Bai Lian.
Looking up, she saw Bai Lian walking while earnestly memorizing words.
The last of her word “Zhang” was swallowed into her own belly.
Alright then, the big shot doesn’t need to be anxious.
Bai Lian’s clothing was her own, no need to change.
“Miss, help us touch up the makeup!” Pu Xiaohan pushed Bai Lian to the makeup artist.
The backstage makeup artist holding a powder puff, stared at Bai Lian’s face.
After a long while, she asked Pu Xiaohan in a faint voice, “You’re not asking me to jokingly dab a powder puff on a beauty’s face, are you?”
The exceedingly nervous Pu Xiaohan: “…”
She calmed herself down, telling herself not to be so anxious.
The arts committee member went to fetch the Longsword.
Just then, the arts committee member ran in from outside, looking pale at Pu Xiaohan, her voice trembling unstoppably, “Xiaohan, where’s the Longsword?”
Pu Xiaohan’s heart, just calmed down, violently surged!
She pushed through the crowd and ran straight into the storage room.
Indeed, she didn’t see the Longsword there.
Everyone backstage knew how important today was, and the Student Council members began their search.
The commotion was anything but small, and Class 15 soon caught wind of the situation.
Among the crowd, Zhang Shize received the news, his face changed instantly, and he hurried backstage.
Backstage.
Almost everyone was there.
Zhang Shize grabbed the collar of that person from Class 8, “Didn’t you say you’d pass the message to Chen Zhu for me?”
The Class 8 student was also startled.
His gaze flicked towards Ren Wanxuan, who was touching up her makeup, realizing she had not relayed the message to Chen Zhu at all.
“I, I couldn’t find Chen Zhu…” he dared not offend Ren Wanxuan.
“You—”
Bai Lian had been watching since Zhang Shize came in, turning off her phone, slightly leaning against the wall, squinting at the male student from Class 8.
“So the Longsword isn’t at school at all?” Pu Xiaohan, who was still searching for the Longsword, heard this and almost fainted, “It’s my fault, my fault, I should have looked after it myself…”
“It’s my fault!” Zhang Shize punched the wall fiercely.
Backstage was in chaos, the blunder was too big for students to handle, and soon someone went to fetch a faculty leader from the audience.
He came in dressed in a suit, with a stern face, “What’s going on here, what are you all doing? The school celebration isn’t over yet, look what a mess you’ve made?”
Only Ren Wanxuan sat in a resting chair, head down, taking out her gown.
“What happened? Someone explain.”
The people backstage stood, looking at each other with baffled expressions, none daring to speak.
The faculty leader scanned the room and finally settled his gaze on Ren Wanxuan, softening slightly, “Ren student, what happened?”
“Class 15’s performance prop, the Longsword, is missing,” Ren Wanxuan said, looking at her phone, without lifting her head.
The next act was Class 15’s.
This school celebration was personally overseen by the Principal, with all the senior school leaders being vigilant, and a host of security was even invited today, just to avoid any mishaps with the celebration.
Unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, Class 15’s prop went missing.
The faculty leader’s face instantly turned grim.
“Chen Wei took it away,” Zhang Shize frowned, explaining.
“So what?” The faculty leader lashed out at him, “Don’t you have a backup plan? You can’t even handle this small part of the school celebration? Tell me, what can you do in the future?!”
The faculty leader knew who Chen Wei was, and although he was furious, Chen Wei was someone he couldn’t afford to provoke.
The anger could only be directed at Class 15 and the Student Council.
“How is the program scheduled?” the faculty leader asked sternly.
“The next act is Class 15’s, and it’s too late to retrieve it now,” hurried over, the President of the Student Council explained to the faculty leader, glancing at the people present, “The last two acts were supposed to be Class 15’s Longsword performance, followed by Ren student’s piano.”
The atmosphere turned icy.
The previous act was a pop song.
The backstage reception was poor, but the song could faintly be heard nearing its end.
With the last two acts remaining, it was too late to find the Longsword now.
The faculty leader cast a cold look at Class 15’s members, finally fixing his gaze on Ren Wanxuan, “Ren student, given the situation, we can only trouble you to change your clothes and go onstage first.”
Class 15 was to be struck off the list.
Ren Wanxuan didn’t say a word, but let out a derisive laugh. She picked up her gown but did not immediately change.
“Ren student, I thank you on behalf of Class 15,” Pu Xiaohan spoke up from the side.
It was her own negligence.
Ren Wanxuan glanced at Bai Lian, arms crossed, “Bai Lian, don’t you have something you want to say to me?”
Bai Lian didn’t look at Ren Wanxuan.
Ren Wanxuan almost laughed, fine.
She turned around, looking at the faculty leader, and said directly, “Sorry, my dress isn’t ready yet.”
“Bai student…” The faculty leader instantly understood Ren Wanxuan’s meaning, and he frowned as he turned towards Bai Lian.
Bai Lian merely tilted her head and grabbed a Student Council member.
Her skin was chillingly pale, her eyes slightly downcast, the corners of her mouth curled into a slow smile, like a blood-colored mandala blooming in the endless hell of midnight, she leaned in, tugging at the person’s collar while she softly inquired, “Classmate, do you have a guzheng?”