Chapter 173 Performance Time
After the sofa arrived, Lu Yanhe and the others sat down; otherwise, there wouldn't have been enough chairs for them to share.
"The stylist is nowhere to be found, and the costumes are nowhere to be seen either. What are you doing?" Zhou Ping'an's angry voice came from the doorway, loud and clear, as if he were yelling at someone.
Chen Ziyan reassured the young people, saying, "You just focus on your preparations and don't worry about these things. Zhou Ping'an and I will take care of it."
Lu Yanhe was indeed a little worried. He didn't have much experience in performing at galas. In the past, he always followed the team, and no matter where they went, even in a rush, all the procedures were well-organized.
This was the first time he had encountered such a chaotic situation, and he had no idea what was going on.
About half an hour later, the stylist finally arrived.
It was completely snatched away by Zhou Ping'an.
Another person chased after them, shouting, "She's going to dress us up as celebrities next, and we have to go on stage to perform at eight o'clock!"
Zhou Pingan turned around and roared, "Go tell the production team! Our makeup time is 6 p.m., and it's already 6:40! You guys are 30 minutes late, and now you're trying to steal our stylist? You try stealing one!"
Zhou Ping'an's roar suddenly echoed throughout the entire corridor.
Lu Yanhe and the others sat silently in the dressing room.
Perhaps Zhou Ping'an was too intimidating, because the person who wanted to steal the stylist ultimately didn't chase after them.
Seeing the bewildered and somewhat at a loss expressions on the faces of the young people, Chen Ziyan smiled and said, "Never seen anything like this before, have you?"
Several young people shook their heads in unison.
Chen Ziyan said, "Ten years ago, the backstage area was almost the same every night. You probably can't imagine it now. Back then, our entertainment industry was underdeveloped. We learned everything from foreign countries. It was a barbaric era. The entire entertainment industry was like a makeshift operation. There was no order. It was all about fighting and grabbing. If you were polite and kind, you would definitely suffer. Just like tonight, some people were late and some people cut in line, which completely disrupted the original schedule. At this time, you could only prioritize yourself."
After she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the stylist.
"Are you ready? Can we start doing your makeup?"
The stylist nodded and took a deep breath.
"Then I'll leave it to you." After saying that, Chen Ziyan took out an envelope and stuffed it directly into the stylist's bag. "These young people need your help."
The stylist beamed with joy.
"Of course."
Actually, they could bring their own stylists tonight.
However, because their performance fees vary greatly—some earn as much as 500,000 for Li Zhibai and Cheng Hai, while others earn as little as 30,000 for Tu Song and Yan Liang—if they use their own stylists, the former will suffer losses, and the latter will hardly make any money.
So, in the end, they still used the show's stylist.
These young people don't need elaborate stage makeup and styling; they still look like youthful teenagers. It's simple, and the show's stylists can handle it.
Lu Yanhe just needed to change his performance costume.
The outfit he wore for his solo performance of "Remembering" was borrowed separately from the brand by Chen Ziyan, as was the outfit worn by Tu Song during his solo performance.
This wasn't done through the company's channels, but through Chen Ziyan's own personal connections.
Otherwise, Lu Yanhe could still gain favor with some brands by relying on his academic genius persona, while Tu Song, an unknown singer, would basically have no chance of borrowing clothes.
The costumes for the group performance were arranged by the production team's costume department; they were custom-made by a partner brand.
Lu Yanhe changed into his solo performance outfit before starting his makeup.
Because his program was scheduled for later, Li Zhibai and Tu Song were allowed to finish first.
Lu Yanhe sat on the sofa with Cheng Hai and Yan Liang.
He hadn't been sitting for long when Chen Ziyan patted him and said, "Get up."
"Huh?" Lu Yanhe was confused, but he still stood up.
Chen Ziyan then said to Cheng Hai and Yan Liang, "You two get up too."
Cheng Hai and Yan Liang stood up, completely bewildered.
Zhou Ping'an looked at her with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding why Chen Ziyan was interfering with his artist.
Chen Ziyan said, "Wait a moment."
She made a phone call, and a while later, several people brought in the kind of high stools commonly found in bars.
Lu Yanhe and the others stared wide-eyed.
“You can sit here,” Chen Ziyan said, pointing to the bar stools. “Your clothes are all ironed; they’ll wrinkle easily if you sit on the sofa.”
Lu Yanhe and the others then realized what was going on.
So that's how it is.
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Despite the chaos backstage, the gala still started promptly at 7:30.
The place was very lively.
Lu Yanhe and the others were making their own preparations and adjusting their mindset.
After everything was settled, Chen Ziyan and Zhou Pingan left one after another, and no one knew where they went.
Five people sharing a dressing room is a bit cramped. The dressing room isn't very big, but they're all used to it. Before, there were always seven of them when they went out, which was even more crowded.
Li Zhibai joked, "We should have protested and asked them to prepare two dressing rooms for us. Our managers are different now, why are they still preparing dressing rooms for us according to the old standards? That's too much."
Just then, a staff member came over to remind Li Zhibai that it was time to wait.
Li Zhibai's solo performance was placed very early in the program, which was Hou Jun's way of attracting fans to watch the whole show. Performances by popular stars like Li Zhibai, Cheng Hai, and MX were scattered throughout different time slots.
Li Zhibai got up and followed.
"Go for it, Brother Bai!" Tu Song waved to encourage him.
Li Zhi waved his hand without turning his head, but it hit the door frame. His straight and elegant back suddenly hunched over like a shrimp in hot water. He withdrew his hand and, in order to maintain his image and not reveal his true feelings, secretly inhaled.
Lu Yanhe: "..."
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Lu Yanhe and his team were watching the live broadcast on a tablet.
The performer now is Louis Wang, a popular online singer who once recorded "Little Song Gathering" with Lu Yanhe.
Lu Yanhe had seen the program list, and many of the performing guests were singers who had appeared on "Little Song Gathering".
The lineup of artists tonight shows that Hou Jun has a deep affection for "Little Songs Gathering".
Louis Wang's electrifying rap performance brought the atmosphere to a fever pitch.
The host came on stage, introduced the program, and played a video clip featuring interviews with this year's graduating high school students. Each student in the video had a simple face and bright eyes.
Then, Li Zhibai appeared.
As soon as he appeared, before the music even started, the cheers and screams from the audience were deafening.
He was different on stage than usual.
His eyes were sharp and fierce, and the aura he exuded belonged to a young king.
Behind Li Zhibai were more than twenty backup dancers.
The backup dancers were arranged by the production team.
We had only rehearsed four times before.
Watching Li Zhibai perform on stage, Lu Yanhe could only say that although this person was unusually lazy, he was truly talented. The kind of dominance he displayed on stage was something that most artists did not possess.
"Li Zhibai is really handsome when he dances," Tu Song couldn't help but exclaim.
Just then, a green dot of light suddenly appeared on Li Zhibai's face, shimmering around his eyes.
Li Zhibai's movements also paused for a moment before he continued.
"What's going on?" Lu Yanhe asked immediately.
Yan Liang, who had more stage experience, frowned and said, "Someone is shining a laser pointer into Li Zhibai's eyes from below the stage."
"Huh?" Lu Yanhe looked at Yan Liang in disbelief. "Why?"
“It’s probably a hater. Haters often do things like this, like shining laser pointers in people’s eyes to interfere with performances.” Cheng Hai’s expression also became serious.
The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.
Li Zhibai didn't seem to be greatly affected. Although the laser pointer kept trying to hit his eyes, his movements and singing remained stable. He was only affected for a moment at the very beginning.
The camera stopped cutting to close-ups of him.
About a minute later, the camera switched back to a close-up of him.
The green dot of light has disappeared.
"It seems the security guards caught the person with the laser pointer." Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Zhibai returned ten minutes later.
Zhou Ping'an followed behind him, staring intently into his eyes.
"Are your eyes okay? Do they hurt?"
Li Zhibai waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. It didn't really hit my eyes, it just distracted me."
Zhou Ping'an was furious and said, "I'm definitely going to sue that idiot later."
"What's the point of suing? I wasn't injured, suing won't do any good." Li Zhibai was much calmer than Lu Yanhe had imagined, and did not get angry as Lu Yanhe expected.
Given Li Zhibai's personality, wouldn't he have started cursing already?
Yan Liang asked, "Did you see who was the person who shone the laser pointer at you?"
"No." Li Zhibai shook his head. "Anyway, people like this will pop up every now and then. You get used to it. There will always be haters."
Lu Yanhe was amazed.
In his eyes, Li Zhibai's personality was not like that at all.
Anyone who dares to mess with him, he'll send them flying to their death.
Why do he and Ma Zhiyuan get along so badly? It's because Ma Zhiyuan has provoked him time and time again.
Why is Li Zhibai so calm about this matter, even somewhat "indifferent"?
Zhou Pingan said angrily, "You should rest first. I'll have someone touch up your makeup later. Your forehead is covered in sweat. If your eyes feel uncomfortable, tell me right away."
"Okay." Li Zhibai nodded.
Zhou Pingan left, grumbling as he finished giving his instructions.
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On set, Hou Jun, a member of the directing team, sat in a chair, his head flaring with anger, but he was holding it in.
The incident where Li Zhibai was shot with a laser pointer at the scene will definitely trend on social media and become a scandal tonight.
Hou Jun kept a straight face, wanting to call the security team over right now and ask them how the security check was actually done.
Because such incidents used to happen frequently, various galas now explicitly prohibit audiences from bringing laser pointers or other laser devices into the venue.
As it turned out, this still happened tonight.
He glanced at the artists who were about to appear, and noticed that many of their names were circled, indicating that they hadn't arrived yet.
"Has Liu Zhilan not arrived yet?" Hou Jun asked, frowning.
The person in charge of contacting the artists said, "Liu Zhilan is expected to arrive in another half hour; there's some traffic on the way."
Hou Jun: "I asked her to be there by 7:30, and it's already 8 o'clock!"
"It's already on its way," was all the person next to him could say.
I asked a few more people, but they were either on their way or I hadn't been able to contact them yet.
Chaos ensued.
Hou Jun took a deep breath.
Fortunately, despite the chaos behind the scenes, the performances on camera and on stage proceeded in an orderly manner.
The stage design is top-notch.
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Tu Song and Yan Liang then took turns performing their solo acts.
It must be admitted that the audience's reaction when the two of them came out to perform was not very enthusiastic.
At 8:50, Lu Yanhe was called to the waiting area by the staff, and his heart jumped into his throat.
nervous.
Li Zhibai and Yan Liang knew that Lu Yanhe was nervous.
He hadn't performed on such a big stage for almost two years. That's how it is for artists; if they haven't performed for too long, they get nervous and start to show their inexperience.
"You can do it, keep it up." Li Zhibai patted Lu Yanhe on the shoulder.
Yan Liang also offered Lu Yanhe some encouragement.
Lu Yanhe took a deep breath and, like a novice just starting out, walked out with somewhat stiff limbs.
Along the way, I encountered many celebrities.
Lu Yanhe recognized them, and they seemed to recognize him too. They glanced at each other but didn't greet each other, because they hadn't greeted each other before.
He came to the side of the stage.
The people in front are still performing.
It was an instrumental performance by a high school band.
Very vivid and lively.
The atmosphere at the scene danced along with the upbeat melody and rhythm.
Tonight's host, Peng Zhixing, was also swaying his body along at the edge of the stage, looking very energetic.
Lu Yanhe, however, couldn't blend into the atmosphere; he was just too nervous.
Peng Zhixing caught sight of Lu Yanhe out of the corner of his eye, stopped, and smiled at him. "Yanhe, hello, I'm Peng Zhixing."
Peng Zhixing was a few years older than him, so Lu Yanhe called him "Brother Xing".
Peng Zhixing looked at Lu Yanhe with a smile and said, "You're only nineteen this year, right? I could definitely be your older brother."
The two exchanged pleasantries.
The surroundings were noisy and not a suitable environment for conversation.
After the performance ended, Peng Zhixing nodded to Lu Yanhe and prepared to go on stage to introduce the next act.
The staff had already put an in-ear monitor on Lu Yanhe, and the microphone was in the hands of the staff in front of him, and would be given to him when he went on stage.
As Peng Zhixing went on stage, the high school students who had just performed also came off stage.
A group of people chattered excitedly, their faces beaming with youthful smiles.
When they saw Lu Yanhe, several of them lit up and wanted to take a photo with him.
Just as Lu Yanhe was hesitating, Chen Ziyan suddenly appeared.
"If everyone wants to take a group photo, we'll take one backstage in a bit. Yan He is about to go on stage," she said gently.
The high school students happily agreed and said thank you.
Chen Ziyan patted Lu Yanhe on the shoulder, "Don't get distracted."
Lu Yanhe nodded and took a deep breath.
"Lu Yanhe, step onto the stage." Someone instructed.
Lu Yanhe walked forward, took the microphone, and followed the route from yesterday's rehearsal.
He performed on the side stage.
The main reason is that this song is not the kind of lively song. The backup dancers arranged for him at the gala were two professional dancers performing a duet.
The overall atmosphere was quite gentle.
On the main stage, Peng Zhixing continued to speak as he transitioned between different segments.
"As everyone knows, there is a particularly remarkable idol this year. He made a comeback through a year of intensive study in his senior year of high school, scoring 657 points and returning to everyone's sight. Do you still remember the song he sang last year? Tonight is a graduation season where we don't say goodbye. Youth is also a memory we will never forget. Let's quiet down and listen to the footsteps of time."
The lights changed; the main stage dimmed, while a spotlight illuminated the side stages, revealing Lu Yanhe to everyone.
Musical accompaniment began.
The main stage was also illuminated by spotlights, and a pair of professional dancers began to perform.
Lu Yanhe stood on the stage, looking at the dark mass of people below and the sea of lights that stretched out in a continuous line.
There was none of the enthusiastic, heart-wrenching cheers that had greeted Li Zhibai and his group when they took the stage.
But someone was calling his name.
"Lu Yanhe, you're so handsome—" came an excited girl's voice.
Lu Yanhe heard the voice.
Many people have heard it.
He laughed.
The screams increased.
Lu Yanhe calmed himself down, picked up the microphone, and began to sing.
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This time, he sang even more freely.
The night before me was a clear, cloudless night.
The road beneath our feet is a wide and open one.
Nothing could stand in his way anymore.
"I just want to hold onto the fleeting years."
Say goodbye properly.
Regret and gratitude can't bring us back to yesterday.
I just want to remember this moment.
The light-years we've walked together
..."
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The performance of a song only lasted four minutes, but it felt like a very long time to Lu Yanhe.
The emotions that had been brewing in his heart for a long time, those unspeakable ups and downs, were sung out with the song, as if he were riding a white crane to fly into the blue sky.
By the time he finished singing his last song, all the lights in the venue had come on.
He could see the dense crowd below the stage, and the face of every single person.
At this moment, Lu Yanhe felt a long-lost sense of joy, just like the joy he felt after singing at "Little Song Gathering".
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Many people at the scene had red eyes.
It's not that Lu Yanhe's singing is particularly moving, nor is it his style; the feeling he conveys is youthful exuberance, like a crane soaring through the clouds in a clear sky.
However, many of the audience members were high school students who had just finished their college entrance exams. Many of them were moved when they heard Lu Yanhe's lyrics and thought of the schools and classrooms they would never return to.
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Lu Yanhe was unaware that Li Pengfei was also present today. He had managed to get two tickets and brought Xu Zijun along.
They sat in the audience and listened to Lu Yanhe's performance. Afterwards, Li Pengfei said to Xu Zijun, "Look, how much Lao Lu cares about his old classmate. He's so reluctant to part with me that he even wrote a song to commemorate me."
Xu Zijun asked, somewhat puzzled, "Was this song written for you?"
Li Pengfei nodded confidently: "Of course, besides me, who else in the class is he on good terms with? If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have a single friend in the class."
Xu Zijun: "Isn't he quite close to Lin Yu and Chen Qin? Besides, he's also very familiar with Chen Siqi from Class 7."
Li Pengfei: "...Nobody has a relationship with him as good as mine, right?"
Xu Zijun thought about the several times she had seen Lu Yanhe and Chen Siqi walking together, and thought to herself, that might not be the case.
Of course, she didn't say those words out loud.
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Lu Yanhe was about to leave the stage when Hou Jun's voice suddenly came through his in-ear monitor: "Yanhe, wait a moment, I need your help. The next guests haven't arrived yet, so I'm adding an interview and chat segment."
Lu Yanhe was stunned and dumbfounded, not knowing what to do for a moment.
He couldn't just stand there dumbfounded under everyone's watchful eyes.
He smiled and waved to the audience.
A burst of excited screams erupted from the crowd.
At this moment, Peng Zhixing finally appeared.
"Yan He, please wait!"
Lu Yanhe breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Peng Zhixing, who was hurrying onto the stage.
Judging from his appearance, Lu Yanhe guessed that he had received the news at the last minute and was somewhat flustered.
"Brother Xing." Lu Yanhe greeted him politely.
"This song is really nice," Peng Zhixing said as he walked towards him. "If I remember correctly, you wrote the lyrics and composed the music yourself, right?"
“Yes.” Lu Yanhe nodded.
Peng Zhixing asked with a smile, "Could you tell us about the background of the song you wrote?"
This was a problem he came up with on the spur of the moment.
He received a last-minute message from the production team that the later performers had not yet finished their makeup, and several performers who had already arrived refused to come out and perform early, resulting in an empty venue. He had no choice but to ask Lu Yanhe to fill in for them.
Peng Zhixing was also completely bewildered, but he had no choice but to step in. The host's job is to maintain order and composure no matter the situation.
In Peng Zhixing's eyes, this was a very routine question. He could talk about the background of writing the song, tell the story, and take this opportunity to organize his thoughts and think about what to ask later in order to pass the time.
But his question happened to fill a gap in Lu Yanhe's knowledge; he hadn't written any background information for the song.
In desperation, I could only make something up.
"It's a feeling I got from studying these past few years that made me want to write a song to commemorate it." Once he got started, he continued, "I also just graduated this year. Like everyone else, I went through a very painful and difficult senior year of high school, but it was a bittersweet experience. I think everyone is like me, with some things that we can't say directly to our teachers, classmates, and friends. So, we write songs about what we can't say directly."
“Speaking of which, there’s a story behind this song.” Lu Yanhe laughed. There was a regret he had always wanted to make up for, but he never had the chance. He never thought he could say it now. “Back then, I was going to sing this song on ‘Little Song Gathering’, but I only wrote the melody and didn’t arrange it. The rehearsal was at nine o’clock that night. It was a good friend of mine who spent more than three hours urgently arranging a version for me so that I could sing this song on the show the next day.”
Peng Zhixing asked in surprise, "Did your friend do the arrangement for this song?"
“Yes.” Lu Yanhe nodded with a smile. “He’s my friend, and also my classmate from No. 13 Middle School.”
"Wow, can I ask if it's a boy or a girl?" Peng Zhixing asked immediately.
Lu Yanhe smiled sheepishly, "First of all, I want to emphasize that she is just my friend, and then I will answer you, she is a girl."
Peng Zhixing immediately responded with an "Oh~".
"Okay, I heard you emphasize that she's just your friend."
Lu Yanhe: "..."
Peng Zhixing smiled and put away his teasing. "Alright, alright, no more joking. This summer, you really shocked and surprised everyone. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was earth-shattering. I saw a report that said last September, you were ranked over 500th in your grade, but this June you scored 657 points, ranking second in the entire grade. Did you ever imagine such a terrifying pace of progress?"
"I've thought about it." Lu Yanhe nodded. "It's because of this goal that I've been able to work so hard this year. Without this goal, I would have given up countless times."
"Many people might laugh at you for overestimating yourself when you set this goal."
“Indeed.” Lu Yanhe nodded. “But it doesn’t matter. The goal is something you set for yourself, not something you seek to gain the approval of others.”
“That’s right. You set your own goals; don’t strive for others’ approval,” Peng Zhixing said. “Actually, many people want to know: Which school did you apply to? What was your first choice?”
Lu Yanhe immediately shook his head and said, "Brother Xing, let me keep it a secret for now. I won't tell everyone until I get the admission notice, otherwise it would be so embarrassing if I didn't get in."
Peng Zhixing's eyes widened: "With scores like yours, is there any chance you won't get in?"
He didn't mean to make things difficult for Lu Yanhe and immediately changed his tune.
“Okay, then once you receive your acceptance letter, you must tell us as soon as possible which university you will be attending, okay?” Peng Zhixing said.
“Okay.” Lu Yanhe readily agreed.
"Everyone, I've got a treat for you all! Lu Yanhe personally promised to let us know as soon as he receives his acceptance letter," Peng Zhixing said with a smile.
Lu Yanhe wondered, how much longer can we hold out?
Are the next performers ready yet?
Peng Zhixing: "You still have a performance with your former teammates later, right?"
“Yes.” Lu Yanhe nodded.
"It seems you guys have a really good relationship. Even though you've disbanded, you still get together to perform."
Lu Yanhe thought to himself that although they did have a good relationship, their performance together today had nothing to do with their relationship.
“We are very good friends. Even if the team disbands, our friendship will not disband.”
After Lu Yanhe finished speaking, the director team's voices finally came through his in-ear monitor.
"Liu Zhilan is already waiting in line."
Lu Yanhe immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Peng Zhixing nodded to Lu Yanhe with a natural expression and said, "That's great. Then I'll look forward to your performance later. Thank you, Yanhe."
Lu Yanhe knew he could leave the stage.
He nodded to Peng Zhixing and turned to leave.
Peng Zhixing continued to embellish the program.
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As soon as he stepped off the stage, Lu Yanhe let out a long sigh of relief.
Chen Ziyan was waiting for him in the audience.
"Why did you suddenly have a chat on stage just now?" Chen Ziyan asked.
Lu Yanhe returned the microphone to the staff, and someone else removed his in-ear monitor.
He tapped his in-ear monitor and said, "I just finished singing, and Director Hou asked me to help out and keep the show going."
Chen Ziyan knew immediately what had happened.
She immediately rolled her eyes.
"It's absolutely a complete mess."
She led Lu Yanhe back to the dressing room. As they passed a large hall in the middle, the group of high school students who had been performing earlier gathered together, seemingly waiting for him. Upon seeing him, they immediately showed excited smiles.
Lu Yanhe then remembered that Chen Ziyan had just agreed to take a group photo with them.
"Lu Yanhe, you sing so well!"
"He's so handsome!"
The girls said with smiles.
Lu Yanhe: "Thank you! Your performance was also wonderful!"
Chen Ziyan took a group photo for them.
After the group photo was taken, they couldn't contain their excitement and waved goodbye to him.
Lu Yanhe followed Chen Ziyan away. After walking a short distance, he looked back and saw that they were still watching him.
That feeling... was like I had really become their idol.
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Lu Yanhe retrieved his phone, opened it, and saw many unread messages.
Especially in the class group chat, there are 99+ unread messages.
They were all talking to him about his performance just now.
Lu Yanhe replied to each message, and then saw Chen Siqi's message.
She sent an eye-rolling emoji and said: "It's been eight hundred years since you said thank you. Don't forget, you still owe me a meal!"
Lu Yanhe remembered.
He asked Chen Siqi for help, but promised to treat her to a meal, though he never kept his promise.
He said: Are you free tomorrow? If you are, I'll make up for the meal I owe you tomorrow at noon.
Chen Siqi: Sure.
Lu Yanhe: See you tomorrow.
He put down his phone, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
"What do you mean by smiling so coquettishly?" Li Zhibai glanced at him sideways.
Lu Yanhe snapped back to reality after being teased by Li Zhibai.
He quickly wiped the smile off his face. "Spring my foot, stop talking nonsense."
Li Zhibai clicked his tongue twice and said, "Hypocritical, still afraid to admit it. Tell me, who were you chatting with just now?"
Lu Yanhe: "Nobody."
Li Zhibai looked suspicious: "It wouldn't be that girl who helped you with the music arrangement, would it?"
Lu Yanhe took a deep breath and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
Li Zhibai, with an expression that seemed to know everything, chuckled.
The others also looked at Lu Yanhe, their eyes filled with curiosity.
“…” Lu Yanhe stood up. “I’m going to the restroom.”
He fled the dressing room in a panic.
If he stayed any longer, he felt he really couldn't keep up the act any longer.
How can that bastard Li Zhibai have such a sharp eye?!
Lu Yanhe walked through the corridor and entered the restroom.
It turned out to be packed with people, and there was even a queue.
He was shocked and decided to go somewhere else.
The night breeze caressed my face, carrying warmth.
It's getting hotter and hotter.
Lu Yanhe was thinking about where to have lunch tomorrow, and as he thought of Chen Siqi, his heart was inexplicably filled with emotion.
Li Zhibai was absolutely right.
It seems he does have a slight crush on Chen Siqi?
Lu Yanhe's mind was in a daze, and he wasn't sure, but his feelings for her were definitely different from his feelings for others.
What about Chen Siqi?
What was she thinking?
His phone vibrated again. He thought it was Chen Siqi asking where to meet tomorrow at noon, but when he looked, he found it was a message from Lin Miaomiao: You don't like that female classmate who helped you with the music arrangement, do you?
Lu Yanhe's pupils were tremor-like.
Why are so many people asking this question tonight?!
With such poor acting skills, can't he hide anything?
(End of this chapter)
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