The cultural performance was held as scheduled.
The host held cue cards in his hand and smiled.
"Next, please welcome the students from the Classical Dance Department of the Academy of Arts to perform the dance 'Snow Clear'."
As soon as the host stepped down after finishing the program, the lights in the auditorium suddenly dimmed, followed by a beam of light pouring down from the ceiling.
The light focused on that light and agile figure on the stage.
Her lotus-pink dance dress accentuated her snow-white skin and slender waist. The girl's usually fair and beautiful face was lightly made up, and her long black hair cascaded down, reflecting the stage lights and creating a hazy halo around her. Her eyebrows and eyes were clear and exquisite, with a delicate nose and red lips. Her eyes, like autumn water, shimmered and blurred, making her look like a solitary goddess.
As the music begins, skirts flutter in the wind, and sleeves dance.
White petals drifted down from the top floor like swirling snowflakes, leaving only her in sight for the audience.
The dance teacher looked at the girl dancing gracefully in the center of the stage with satisfaction and pride. Her beauty at this moment was not the fiery and dazzling beauty of a phoenix rising from the ashes; her beauty was more like a butterfly that had transformed, or a flower blooming in the mountains. Every movement of hers was filled with her purity and gentleness.
Although I saw her performance yesterday, I was still deeply moved to see it again today. The students in the audience were equally captivated, some even holding their breath, afraid of missing a single second. The head of the art department, sitting in the shadows, was increasingly alarmed as he watched.
The head of the art department called the dance teacher out while everyone around was watching the performance.
"I entrusted you with the task of selecting the dancers and didn't interfere. And the soloist you chose was Fang Zhi?" The director's eyes held a hint of apprehension, his tone irritated. "Do you even know the enormity of the mess you've made?"
“Director, I don’t think I did anything wrong. As the most outstanding student in this year’s classical dance class, what’s wrong with letting Fang Zhi represent the art department to perform dance?”
"Do you know who's protecting Fang Zhi?" The director pointed upwards, "A very important person, someone you and I can't afford to offend, and even the principal wouldn't be able to help."
The more he spoke, the more complicated and anxious his tone became.
"That person specifically instructed that Fang Zhi should not participate in any public activities, but now everything has been smashed."
“I really don’t know, and I don’t want to know.” The dance teacher’s attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. “I only know that Fang Zhi is my student, and I have an obligation to give her a push on the path of classical dance.” She stared into the director’s eyes. “Isn’t this what a teacher should do? As the director, Fang Zhi is also your student. Her talent should not be buried in the hands of us teachers.”
These heartfelt words left the director stunned, unable to find any reason to refute them.
"Director," the dance teacher said gently, her tone sincere, "we should not forget our original aspirations as teachers."
Their eyes met, and after nearly a minute of standoff, a sigh, reminiscent of a lament from the department head, echoed in the air.
He was deeply moved, and finally slowly said:
"You're right, my understanding was too narrow. We'll see how things go from here on out."
A breathless student ran out of the auditorium, looked around, and found his target.
"Director, teacher."
The two turned around, and the director looked at the student and asked:
"What's up?"
"The...principal...and senior Xia Mianyi are looking for..." The girl bent over slightly, panting, "They seem to want to...ask about the girl performing on stage."
The director and the dance teacher exchanged glances.
The director looked somewhat shocked, but the dance teacher seemed to have anticipated this. She said, "Take us there."
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The dance ended.
Fang Zhi learned from her teacher that the scale of this cultural performance was grand, but the actual scene still exceeded her expectations.
Beneath her delicate brows, her clear, bright eyes swept over the audience and the photographers. She took a few steps forward, the beam of light following her. It was as if she were light itself.
With a gentle smile on her beautiful and refined face, Fang Zhi placed her hand lightly on her chest and bowed to take her leave.
The students below seemed to awaken from a dream, and applause and cheers resounded throughout the auditorium, deafeningly loud.
The person sitting in the front row, holding up a camera phone, exclaimed excitedly, "Waaah, I'm going to send this to my mom! This is the fairy I filmed at Ocean University!"
"Where did this beautiful woman come from? She started with a solo dance? I've never seen her at any talent shows before?"
"I'm in love! I'm in love! I declare that from today onwards, she is my goddess! I'm her devoted follower."
"I'll pay 50 yuan. I need her contact information and details within three seconds! Anyone willing to take this order?"
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As the host concluded his remarks, the autumn arts festival came to a complete end. As the students left the auditorium, they were still discussing the dance that had caused such a sensation.
Many people were recording videos and taking photos at the scene. Some people were uploading them to the school forum as they walked, and posts about "Classical Dance Solo Dance of the Art Department", "Xue Qing" and "The Beautiful Woman Who Was the Finale" were being posted quickly.
Guo Shuyao was also browsing the forum, spreading the word. The bigger the commotion she caused, the more she would be drowned in criticism.
Fang Zhen, who had just discovered she was pregnant and was about to use it to blackmail Chen Hengtai, was also watching the forum, waiting for Fang Zhi, who had been elevated to a pedestal, to fall heavily from grace.
At this moment, the protagonist, who was being targeted, had just finished removing her makeup and changing her clothes backstage when she was called away by the dance teacher.
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