There would be a fireworks display after the school's anniversary celebration and welcome party, and Ji Yuzhi didn't want to miss the opportunity to watch the fireworks with Zhen Tian.
After all, it's a well-known university in China, and the outstanding graduates and prominent representatives who can attend the gala are no ordinary people.
In just one afternoon, Ji Yuzhi bumped into several important figures on campus whom he only ever saw on television.
His attitude became much more upright, and he now understood the immense kindness the principal had shown him by giving him this opportunity.
Who is this?
The people he had met before acted as if they hadn't seen Ji Yuzhi, and the principal never mentioned him. Only this person spoke up first.
The principal chuckled twice and patted Ji Yuzhi on the shoulder: "This is an outstanding student of our school, my prized student, Ji Yuzhi."
“Yuzhi, this is the head of the Propaganda Department of our Provincial Party Committee, your senior from school.”
"Senior, nice to meet you. I am Ji Yuzhi." As the junior, he was the first to extend his hand.
Since we're at school, everyone understands that calling someone "senior" isn't exactly intimate, but it's not like you're a stranger either.
Ji Yuzhi has never made a mistake in striking the right balance.
“A promising young student.” After shaking Ji Yuzhi’s hand, the man patted him on the shoulder. “I had heard about your achievements long before you even enrolled. The national top scorer, excellent. You’ve brought honor to our school. Back in our year, the highest score was only 704…”
As they talked, the minister and the principal began to reminisce about the past. Ji Yuzhi stayed by their side, occasionally offering a few words of response, but rarely saying more.
There were too many visitors, and each person didn't have much time to chat.
Before leaving, the minister left Ji Yuzhi his contact information: "You're a good young man. Feel free to contact me if you need anything in the future."
"Thank you, senior."
Ji Yuzhi accepted the contact information and also handed over one of his own business cards.
The minister raised an eyebrow, his face showing a mixture of delight and surprise: "The studio..."
He read the words on the business card, clapped his hands and laughed: "You know what, our school really struck gold! This junior of mine was trending on social media a while ago, wasn't he? I was wondering why he looked so familiar."
"It's just some minor squabbles among the students," the principal said modestly at the right moment.
"Don't say that. If this were just a small-scale incident, where would we, the alumni, put our faces?" The minister said with a smile, "Young and promising, young and promising. It seems our school will have to reserve another spot for a big shot."
"You flatter me, senior."
"But no, no."
The minister's smile was much more genuine than before: "We'll meet again sometime. I'll take my leave now."
After seeing the person off, the principal turned around and patted Ji Yuzhi on the shoulder, unable to hide his smile: "Not bad, you did very well today. They have a very good impression of you."
"Thank you, Principal."
"Let's go, let's go over there. The people there can play a crucial role in your future development."
...
Backstage at the gala.
Ye Qingyan and Yang Tao both hovered around Zhen Tian.
"Are you sure you can handle this?" Yang Tao said like a brainless fly. "You haven't even rehearsed more than five times in total. This is the whole school, oh, and maybe even some teachers and students from other schools, and so many famous alumni sitting down there. If you fall down or forget the moves, you'll be so embarrassed."
“It’s not too late to give up now. I brought all my instruments.” Ye Qingyan pointed to the violin next to her: “Although I’m not as good at playing the violin as I am at the piano, I can still improvise.”
"Don't worry," Zhen Tian said, stretching her wrists and ankles. "I won't fall or forget the moves..."
The two people who were criticizing her performance were actually more nervous than she was.
Although the rehearsals were short these past two days, she managed to rediscover some of the feeling she had before. She was quite happy.
"Why are you all sweaty? Are you nervous?" Ye Qingyan wiped Zhen Tian's sweat, her steps faltering as she muttered to herself, "I don't think it'll work, it still won't work. Brother Ji might want to kill me. Why did I have to push you up there in such a moment of impulse?"
Ye Qingyan also felt a little guilty. She shouldn't have made Tian Tian dance on a whim. Wasn't this just reopening Tian Tian's wounds? What was wrong with her?
"I'm not nervous, you guys are." Zhen Tian touched her forehead, her hand covered in sweat: "It's probably because we practiced twice on the way here and got too hot."
"It'll be our turn soon." Yang Tao secretly peeked at the stage from backstage. "No, it's Tian Tian's turn soon. You guys keep saying that, which makes me feel uneasy. You won't let me watch the rehearsals either. I always feel like you two are isolating me and forming a clique."
"What are you saying?" Zhen Tian said with a smile, giving her a push.
"Prepare for performance on the 17th."
Someone's coming up ahead to urge us.
Because the girl Zhen Tian was filling in for was scheduled for a later part of the show, Zhen Tian didn't intend to change it when she took over. The original number remained the same.
As Zhen Tian stood up, her pure white tulle dress trailed on the ground, making her look like she was wearing a wedding gown.
The inspiration for this dance came from the scene when Zhizhi proposed to her. Every night when she thought of that moment, she felt a sense of satisfaction that her long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.
Her forte is folk dance and modern dance. However, due to leg problems, she can't do many footwork movements now, so she racked her brains to combine the two dance styles to create this dance.
It tells the story of how she was proposed to.
Although she knew that Zhizhi was too busy to see it, she still wanted to share her joy with everyone.
"Number 17 will be on the field."
The host had just finished his opening remarks when he announced, "Please enjoy the dance 'Joy'."
Joy, delight.
That's her mood.
Zhen Tian, carrying a white veil, walked barefoot onto the stage.
All the lights went out, leaving only a beam of light shining on Zhen Tian's face.
Her face was also displayed on the school's large screen.
The audience below immediately erupted in excitement.
The boys, in particular, were all excitedly waving their glow sticks and shouting at the stage.
Indeed, no boy can resist a young and charming girl in a white dress.
Jiang Wei and Jin Yaya sat in the audience. When they saw Zhen Tian's appearance, their eyes were filled with amazement, followed by jealousy, envy, resentment and other emotions.
"With all this hype, I don't believe she can dance well without practice." Jin Yaya noticed Jiang Wei's unhappiness and scolded her a couple of times, which gradually improved Jiang Wei's expression.
Seeing this, some malicious words slipped out without any thought.
The girl sitting next to the two glanced at them with a puzzled look before quickly looking away.
"There are too many people, it's not advisable to start a fight," Wen Jiujiu thought to herself.
She was just wondering how she could stumble upon someone talking bad about her sister-in-law when she had only come on a whim and accidentally bumped into her sister-in-law's performance. She was starting to wonder if she was somehow linked to her sister-in-law's tracking device.
"I was just saying I didn't have time to visit your school, and here you are."
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