Reach the highest point, Shigatse, standing atop the Himalayas!

When we reached the easternmost point, it snowed heavily, and the snowflakes drifted along the banks of Mohe!

Reaching the westernmost point, I recall the smoke signals of war; the wind circles around Kashgar!

At the southernmost point, the blue sea and sky stretch out, and a dragon rises from the sea amidst towering waves!

The audience listened to the boy singing on stage.

"Holy crap, this is a landscape painting!"

"So exciting!"

"Not only is it exciting, but this song is also incredibly difficult to sing!"

"That's utter nonsense. Although I don't understand music, I have ears, and I can tell how difficult this song is just by listening—"

"This is the work of the number one rapper in the Chinese server!"

"Ever since Zeng Yi started writing more lyrics, I've become less and less confident singing Phoenix Legend's songs..."

Linghua: To earn some pocket money. Zeng Yi: To earn some Linghua money... right?

Wow! Awesome!

The students waved to the stage, releasing their pent-up energy.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the audience, a female voice was shouting:

"Hey hey hey! Look closely! This is Hanfu from our Ancient Style Society! — That's right, Ji Qingqian is a member of our Ancient Style Society, and the clothes she's wearing are from our society. Joining the Ancient Style Society — promotes traditional Chinese culture!"

Little Bread Senior Sister kept clamoring, even though her voice was completely drowned out by Lu Yibei's singing, she still enjoyed it immensely.

Wen Yuan, standing beside her, covered his cheek, his face showing an expression that said, "I don't know her."

"Senior, senior...please calm down, please—"

Pan Pan said matter-of-factly, "Why should we? The Hanfu was lent out by our organization, so naturally we have to promote it properly—remember to leave a message on the confession wall using our official account afterwards! You've given me a chance to promote it!"

Wen Yuan weakly raised his eyes.

He looked at Lu Yibei, who was shining brightly on the stage.

…Brother Bei, to be honest, why don't you become the president of the club?

Ji Qingqian's navy blue outfit is considered the crown jewel of the Ancient Style Society.

Unlike her own horse-face skirt which only had "Han elements", this one was a genuine Hanfu, dignified and substantial.

Because of the change in clothing, this Miss Ji seemed to have transformed from a chivalrous woman who roamed the world with a sword into a wealthy young lady from a secluded mansion.

But her eyebrows remained sharp, her eyes were keen, and when she opened her mouth, she was like an eagle that refused to be bound and soared through the sky.

It makes one believe that this wealthy heiress, if one were to lift the hem of her blue dress, would actually be carrying two swords at her waist, a symbol of her martial arts journey.

She wields her brush to depict mountains and rivers, her sword-like peaks towering majestically.

"The mighty river flows like a dragon's stroke, my brush unwavering in its depiction of China—"

The girl's voice was clear and bright, and even though the boy's rap was very passionate and skillful, her voice could still penetrate it.

Yet it doesn't diminish the charm of the boy's voice.

It's more like a mutually supportive relationship where you are in me and I am in you.

Lu Yibei took a half step forward, and Ji Qingqian hooked her arm around his, feeling the warmth of his fingers and palm. She gently pursed her lips and then looked up at the boy's outstanding profile.

The bright stage lights shone on his head, creating a halo-like effect.

"Let the Qin and Han dynasties reside in my heart."

"Dreaming of returning to the Tang Dynasty to paint peonies"

"I sketched out the magnificent rivers and mountains."

The boy sang about the beauty and wonder of the world.

Ji Qingqian felt that her entire world was in the palm of her hand.

She couldn't help but lower her eyes slightly, her eyes filled with tenderness for the world.

The boy's profile was slightly flushed, and fine beads of sweat trickled down his face.

He seemed to sense the girl's gaze behind him. He turned around, and after their eyes met, they both unconsciously smiled.

"…no."

Looking at the stage from behind the scenes, Qiao Sinian was somewhat stunned: "Brother Bei is serious?"

She did say something like "Brother Bei, don't be too modest" before, but it was mostly in jest.

Who would have thought that Lu Yibei was actually being modest!

This is absolutely amazing!!

Qiao Sinian couldn't help but look at Jiang Zile standing next to her.

Even the audience could guess from the backstage staff that the ace performer this time was definitely "Sister Lezi".

Nobody took Ji Xuemei's words, "Don't even think about it, I'm the one who will win," seriously either.

But, unexpectedly.

Not only does Jiang Zile serve as the "ace," but there's another king among them.

"This is a royal flush!"

Qiao Sinian muttered to herself, looking at Li Si who was pushing up his glasses: "I was wondering how you dared to let Brother Bei be the headliner, he really managed to suppress Jiang Zile."

Li Si kept his achievements and fame hidden.

"It's only natural that Brother Bei is the headliner. In Jiang Zile's song 'Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty,' there's a line that goes, 'I am willing to defend the land and expand the territory.' Brother Bei's song 'Landscape Map' simply tells the freshmen what kind of homeland they need to defend and what kind of frontiers they need to defend."

Qiao Sinian gasped, stunned:

"So detailed! The president truly lives up to his reputation..."

Li Si smiled faintly and said nothing more.

Telling the new students is one thing, and this is a reason that can be openly and legitimately stated.

There are actually deeper reasons.

It's about this welcome party. The student union's editorial department will definitely write a special article about it later—which is a good opportunity to start with the passionate young people.

Thanks to Brother Bei, I'm able to relieve some of the pressure.

Li Si smiled with satisfaction.

For every person who rejoices, there is someone who grieves…

No, it should be called anger.

Zhou Zhou bit her lip and glared at the boy and his female companion on the stage.

Just now, she was able to deceive herself by saying that she was unlucky and was behind Jiang Zile in line, which was why the atmosphere was awkward.

But the atmosphere in the audience felt like a slap in the face, pointing a finger at her and telling her:

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