"What? Heng-ge writes essays?"

Wow, I didn't expect this unexpected bonus!

"I bet a rocket that it's definitely a love letter Wang Yueheng wrote to Goddess Mo Xue!"

"111111"

"Listen! Listen!"

"Haha, Sister Xue is so naive! She fell for the bait and netizens tricked her into revealing her love letter!"

"Given Heng's talent in poetry, his prose is bound to be extraordinary!"

Mo Zixue suddenly had a whimsical idea and decided to recite an unpublished essay by Wang Yueheng on the spot.

The viewers in the live stream who were initially teasing her became even more amused.

Various rocket carnival gifts were spammed across the screen like they were free.

All so that Mo Zixue could read this unpublished essay as soon as possible.

She was afraid that Wang Yueheng would come back after making the call and stop the naive Mo Zixue from doing this.

"Alright, since everyone's willing to listen, I'll recite it here..."

"I also really like this essay, and I've memorized it."

"The title of this essay is 'The Petrel'!"

Looking at the screen filled with "1111" symbols representing agreement and countless expensive gifts.

Having finally found a topic to discuss, Mo Zixue smiled and began to recite.

"What? Goddess Mo Xue doesn't read the script? She just recites it from memory?"

"She memorized it! She actually memorized the love letter her boyfriend wrote!"

"What kind of mythological sci-fi movie is this?!"

"Waaah, if my girlfriend were even a tenth as good as the Snow Goddess, I'd be a devoted admirer for life!"

"I'll take this dog food, everyone else can do as they please!"

"I always thought Wang Yueheng was only with Goddess Mo Xue because of his looks. Sorry, I was so naive!"

Mo Zixue did not get up to get the manuscript or take out her phone to read it aloud.

Instead, she planned to recite the essay that Wang Yueheng had privately written for her on the spot.

The viewers in the live stream were once again in an uproar, staring in disbelief at what they were seeing.

The number of viewers in the live stream did not decrease at this moment.

Instead, as Mo Zixue was to recite Wang Yueheng's unpublished works, the price surged.

"On the vast sea, the wind whips up dark clouds."

"Between the dark clouds and the vast sea, the petrel, like a black lightning bolt, soars proudly..."

After starting to recite the prose that Wang Yueheng had privately written for her, Mo Zixue stopped paying attention to the comments on the screen to avoid being disturbed.

She turned her head slightly to look at Victoria Harbour outside the hotel window, fully immersing herself in telling the story of the essay.

Having read Wang Yueheng's essay to himself no less than a hundred times, coupled with his exceptional memory thanks to his academic genes, he was able to achieve his goal.

Even though I didn't deliberately memorize this essay.

The entire work was imprinted in Mo Zixue's mind like a clear scroll of text.

As dusk deepened outside the window, the last rays of orange-red light shone through the clean, transparent glass windows of the five-star hotel, casting a slanted glow on Mo Zixue.

In the live stream, the girl stood alone at the intersection of light and shadow, sitting upright with a solemn expression.

At first her voice was incredibly calm, as if it were a prose poem, suppressing a low, murmuring storm.

"One moment its wings brushed against the waves, the next it shot like an arrow straight into the dark clouds, crying out."

"—In the bird's brave cry, the dark clouds heard joy..."

Mo Zixue's voice was as clear as her beautiful face, each word like a pearl falling, with a steady rhythm.

She lowered her head and gazed intently, as if her gaze had pierced through the scene before her and through the calm Victoria Harbour outside the hotel window.

It was as if I could see the turbulent waves rising and falling between the distant sea and sky.

Then Mo Zixue's voice gradually rose, as if the sea breeze was getting stronger: "In this shout—there is a longing for the storm!"

"In those shouts, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flames of passion, and the confidence of victory..."

Even without any musical accompaniment or holographic projection scenes.

But under Mo Zixue's emotionally charged and resounding recitation.

Every viewer in the live stream seemed to see a flock of petrels soaring and darting through the turbulent sea amidst a raging storm.

These petrels are like the embodiment of singer Wang Yueheng, fearlessly forging ahead against the waves.

Amidst the raging storms at sea, wave after wave of public opinion controversies arose.

There was praise and compliments, but also malicious slander and attempts to destroy...

But no matter how fierce the storm.

Every petrel has never bowed its head in submission to the raging winds and waves or the oppressive, low-hanging clouds.

Instead, they "sang as they soared into the sky to greet the thunder!"

At the same time, as Mo Zixue recited the poem, many viewers couldn't help but recall their own experiences.

I, who am desperately fighting against a mediocre or failed life, am also one of the petrels among them.

No matter how loud the thunder or how oppressive and gloomy the dark clouds.

As long as you haven't been swallowed by the sea of ​​fate, you must keep flapping your wings and flying.

Fly with all your might to reach the other side of the ocean!

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Note: "The Stormy Petrel" by Maxim Gorky