"Xiaoxiao, why don't you come up and perform a show too? Anything is fine, singing, dancing, or even telling a joke."
The one who spoke was Ling Bo, and the people around him were looking at her with curious and kind eyes.
Luo Xiaoxiao was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that Ling Bo would invite her to perform when the party was about to end.
Stage fright is out of the question.
She turned her head to look at Mu Jingchen beside her and asked, "Do you want to see my performance?"
Mu Jingchen seemed to have not expected Luo Xiaoxiao to ask this suddenly.
After a brief moment of surprise, a light flashed in his eyes.
"Yes," he said.
Luo Xiaoxiao stood up, walked onto the stage, and after asking Ling Bo's opinion and getting her approval, she picked a leaf from the green plants decorating the stage that was almost as long as her arm.
Under the stage, new and old students of the Interstellar Archaeology Department couldn't understand Luo Xiaoxiao's intention of picking leaves.
Luo Xiaoxiao didn't explain, she just grabbed the leaf and deftly curled her ten fingers into a cylindrical shape as thick as her thumb.
Whatever the beauty did was pleasing to the eye. She made no sound, but simply rolled the leaves with her slender fingers.
The students under the stage thought that what she was going to perform today was rolling leaves.
Although they couldn't understand it, they still watched it with great interest.
After the leaves were rolled up, she was seen digging holes in the leaves that were as long as green sticks.
The audience below the stage was so impressed by the performance that they burst into applause from time to time.
After the props were prepared, Luo Xiaoxiao walked to the center of the stage and put the simple musical instrument made of rough leaves to her lips to test the sound.
The sound is slightly deep, somewhat similar to that of a bamboo flute.
She had already thought about what to perform when she went on stage.
Since it was her farewell performance, she performed a piece that was well-known in the 21st century.
The song that ends the Spring Festival Gala every year is "The Same Song".
The lingering sound came from her curled leaves.
The applause from the audience disappeared in a very short time!
The strange melody echoed throughout the entire venue.
Luo Xiaoxiao had closed her eyes. She couldn't sing while playing the instrument.
But in this familiar melody, the lyrics were already echoing in her mind.
"The flowers once told me how you walked."
"The earth knows every corner of your heart, sweet dreams..."
"No one will miss it. We finally have this joyous gathering today..."
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At the beginning, some people were whispering about what instrument Luo Xiaoxiao was playing and what piece of music she was playing.
Later, the discussion became:
"Is it my illusion? Do you feel that this voice seems to have penetrated into my mental picture? It feels so comfortable!"
“The mental picture is so comfortable, it’s like a collective mental combing is going on!”
"Is this the strength of a high-level guide?!"
"Can every gesture, every random action, every piece of music you play, bring a sense of comfort to the mental picture?"
Gradually, even these sounds disappeared.
Luo Xiaoxiao played the instrument with great devotion, and the audience below the stage enjoyed listening to her.
The first area came to an end, and the aftertaste lingered.
The host Ling Bo on the stage was stunned for a moment.
It was Mu Jingchen who started applauding first under the stage.
Then, thunderous applause almost drowned the entire venue...
Luo Xiaoxiao walked off the stage, and the thunderous applause had not yet subsided until she returned to her original position and sat down next to Mu Jingchen.
On the stage, Ling Bo finally regained consciousness and announced the end of the welcome party.
Luo Xiaoxiao and Mu Jingchen stood up and prepared to leave.
But at this moment, a large group of sentries suddenly gathered over and blocked their way.
"Mr. Luo, you, aren't you still accepting followers? We want to follow you!"
"I'm an A-rank Sentinel!"
"I'm at the peak of B-rank..."
Those who come here to seek followers are at least at B-level strength.
The sentries, one by one, looked at Luo Xiaoxiao with anticipation.
Luo Xiaoxiao stood there awkwardly, wondering how to refuse.
Someone spoke before her.
"Hey, you guys, there's a first come first served rule for those who want to follow us!" Zhu Han said.
Ling Tao, Zhu Han, Wu Hua, Qi Shan and others crowded around Luo Xiaoxiao, blocking her figure behind them.
"Xiaoxiao said that she has no plans to recruit followers at the moment. Moreover, she also said that if she wants to recruit followers, she will give priority to us!" Wu Hua said.
Listening to Wu Hua's resounding voice, Mu Jingchen, who was standing beside Luo Xiaoxiao, had his eyes darkened imperceptibly.
A group of sentinels seeking to follow naturally refused to give up so easily.
Their eyes are still fixed on Luo Xiaoxiao!
Obviously, they did not believe what Zhu Han and the others said.
Even if she was rejected, Luo Xiaoxiao had to refuse in person.
Amidst the burning gazes, Luo Xiaoxiao smiled apologetically and said, "I really don't plan to accept followers at the moment. I'll do that later..."
Before she could finish her words, Zhu Han snatched them away.
"Later, when they want to collect, they will give priority to us. You have to stand in the back!"
Luo Xiaoxiao...
Well, everything she wanted to say was snatched away by them...
The freshmen in the Interstellar Archaeology Department did not insist. After learning that she was not accepting followers for the time being, although they were still reluctant to leave with burning eyes, they all dispersed.
After leaving the party, Luo Xiaoxiao and Mu Jingchen strolled in the night.
The sky was full of twinkling stars. Luo Xiaoxiao's depressed mood for three days seemed to have been cleared up because of this party.
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