Chapter 89 A Match Made in Heaven
Time flies, and before we knew it, it was the last night of military training.
On the last night, Yenching University will hold a party as usual.
Each instructor's class was asked to put on a performance, along with various school clubs. However, the most anticipated performance was by a very famous senior from their school.
Luo Qing, the famous "white moonlight" senior at Yenching University.
I heard he'll have a special program tonight, a piano solo.
Even for Luo Qing's fan meeting, tickets are only available to internal fans or those who have to fight tooth and nail online to get them.
Students from Yenching University can watch it live for free.
At the center of the performance stage in the auditorium, Luo Qing wore a moon-white swallowtail suit, exuding a gentle and refined temperament, with deep and picturesque features.
His appearance immediately drew cheers from the audience.
The light and bright piano music flowed from the boy's slender fingertips. The simple stage lighting and seemingly simple emotional performance were captivating.
After the performance.
Luo Qing wore a black mask, revealing only the upper half of his delicate eyebrows and eyes. His eyes were curved, but his tone was somewhat pitiful as he looked down at Cong Chun in front of him.
"Brother, I'm sorry."
"I sent you some useless things before, which was a waste of your time."
"Please forgive me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cong Chun was somewhat stunned.
He found the things Lolo sent very useful, such as the chopsticks.
Guan Ran would sometimes borrow disposable chopsticks from Cong Chun.
Cong Chun began to explain, unconsciously rubbing his ear.
"I like it very much, Lolo, don't be sad."
"By the way, why is there blood on the face in the photo you sent me?"
Are you injured?
Cong Chun frowned slightly, looking somewhat worried.
Luo Qing unconsciously curled up the corners of her lips under her mask. The boy explained that it was just for the role, and the blood was a prop prepared by the crew.
Cong Chun nodded in sudden realization.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Qing pulled down her mask, revealing the lower half of her perfect face, and leaned closer to Cong Chun.
"How about you come to the set to watch me film when you have time, brother?"
Cong Chun said he would be happy to do so if given the opportunity.
Luo Qing smiled contentedly. He had his sights set on pursuing Cong Chun, finding her both adorable and interesting.
Most importantly, I always feel happy in his presence.
When I chat with Cong Chun, I always find myself inexplicably becoming quiet.
Luo Qing lowered his head, his overly long raven feathers casting a shadow under his eyes. The boy spoke tentatively to Cong Chun, his tone somewhat alluring.
"Brother, can I hug you?"
Shi Yu was holding the exquisite racing car model worth 50,000 yuan in his arms.
The boy dressed up especially for today.
Because Shi Yu had just finished his ballet performance, the boy still had heavy stage makeup on his face, which he hadn't had time to remove. However, it was still pretty, with sequins on his face.
Seeing Duan Mingxiao pass by him as expected, Shi Yu immediately called out to him.
"Brother Mingxiao."
Duan Mingxiao didn't hear at all. The young master's deep gaze fell on Luo Qing and Cong Chun not far away, his eyes practically spitting fire. The young master's face immediately darkened, as if he was brewing a storm.
A shameless green tea b*tch!
In public, acting all lovey-dovey, do you think I'm dead?
Even if you die, it won't be your turn, never!
Seeing this, Shi Yu stepped forward and shyly tugged at Duan Mingxiao's sleeve.
"Brother Mingxiao, I have something to tell you."
Duan Mingxiao decisively shook him off, cold and ruthless.
Shi Yu hugged the racing car model tightly, his tone revealing anxiety.
"Brother Mingxiao, I like you."
Duan Mingxiao was furious when he saw the two people not far away, and there was an annoying fly buzzing around him. The young master wished he could swat it to death.
"I have a lot of people who like me."
"Am I supposed to respond to each and every one of them?"
Shi Yu was stunned; he stood there holding the racing car model.
All these years of liking each other seem like a joke. Even though I've met Duan Mingxiao many times, he still can't remember my name.
Duan Mingxiao was a star in the entertainment circle, the pride of the industry.
Even someone who has been pampered since childhood would envy and look up to him; he has almost no flaws and is outstanding in every way.
Shi Yu wants to become Duan Mingxiao's girlfriend, so that everyone will envy him.
Shi Yu was not good-looking; he had an ordinary face. He had an older brother and an older sister. Although he was the youngest and the most favored, his older brother and sister were good-looking while he was ugly from a young age, which made Shi Yu increasingly jealous.
He often complained about why he was so ugly, with such a short chin and a flat nose.
Later, Shi Yu underwent plastic surgery and transformed into someone exceptionally beautiful.
His former friends didn't recognize him, except for Cong Chun, who recognized his photo.
Shi Yu pursed his lower lip and spoke with resentment and indignation.
I hate you.
Even though I've become more beautiful, why can't you see me?
Duan Mingxiao's gaze was fixed on Cong Chun and Luo Qing, who were so intimately close.
Shameless white lotus, this young master is going to kill you.
Duan Mingxiao turned his head, his eyes devoid of warmth, and spoke to Shi Yu.
"How much is your annoyance worth?"
Seemingly noticing Duan Mingxiao's earlier gaze, Shi Yu understood everything in his heart, and the boy suddenly sneered angrily.
"Duan Mingxiao, you are not good enough for him at all."
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao was furious, finally giving Shi Yu the first serious look.
"This young master and he are a match made in heaven, a divine couple, deeply in love, a perfect match made in heaven, and mutually in love."
"When I was destined to be with him for three lifetimes, you were still waiting to be reincarnated somewhere."
As soon as the young master finished speaking, the scene fell silent.
Not far away, Cong Chun was held in Luo Qing's arms, with only her head showing, her eyes calmly looking at the young master not far away.
Duan Mingxiao noticed the gaze and turned his head, though his jealousy was still burning.
However, he was still somewhat uneasy. The young master unconsciously pursed his lower lip, and his eyes were bloodshot.
His dark, narrow eyes fell on Cong Chun, and he spoke with a stubborn and obstinate tone.
"Am I wrong?"
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