A few days later, on a sunny day, the students of Haishan University were very happy. But their happiness wasn't due to the weather, of course, but because the arts festival was approaching. We don't write novels; we're just online text copiers. Firstly, the words "arts festival" mean they have to attend fewer classes; secondly, it gives them somewhere to go so they won't be so bored.
Every department at Haishan University was bustling with activity. The arts and sports hall was cleared out and transformed into a stage, with all sorts of professional equipment, including sound and lighting, in place. Although the final competition was about skill, such auxiliary equipment, if used well, could have a surprising and amazing effect, creating a high-energy, attention-grabbing atmosphere that couldn't be ignored. It was said that the School of Foreign Languages was using equipment rented from a professional music room, a real surprise advantage that made the participating students from other departments wary.
Actually, it would be very easy for Duanmu Ci to do this. Not to mention the professional equipment in the music room, even the music equipment at the Grammy Awards ceremony would be a piece of cake for him. However, doing so would be too ostentatious and unnecessary. Moreover, since the leaders hadn't given any instructions, doing so would seem like overstepping his bounds. Therefore, using some slightly more professional equipment would suffice.
Haishan University has about ten departments, each with its own arts festival. Originally, the university leadership planned for these departments to jointly host the festival, followed by a final round and elimination rounds, to save time. However, the students objected! If the university's arrangement were followed, wouldn't they miss out on a lot of exciting events?
So, at the request of the students, the university finally relented and agreed to let these departments hold their arts festivals at different times. This turned what was originally a one-day event into a ten-day celebration, greatly improving the quality of students' leisure time.
As for the order of performances between departments, the school simply didn't care, letting luck decide it all. A dozen or so bamboo sticks were placed in a bottle, and people could randomly draw one; the number on the stick indicated the performance order. Duanmu Ci let Tang Luoluo draw, and whether it was lucky or unlucky, Tang Luoluo drew the last one, meaning Duanmu Ci's department would be the last to perform. The resulting massive crowds were unimaginable.
Moreover, the Faculty of Arts has always been known for its abundance of beautiful women...
This unique attribute is the envy of countless Buddhist temples.
The arts festival was fast approaching. The first department to perform was the School of Civil Engineering, a place dominated by male students. Duanmu Ci didn't really want to watch their performance, but he couldn't resist Chu Xinsu. That kid was so eager to join in the fun that he even neglected his lesson preparation. As soon as the time came, he dragged Duanmu Ci there. I don't know why he was in such a hurry.
Logically, students from other departments like Duanmu Ci and Chu Xinsu shouldn't be allowed into the college's art gallery. It's too small to accommodate everyone; outsiders have to stand in the plaza outside and watch the live broadcast on the large screen. However, Duanmu Ci and Chu Xinsu were different; they were teachers, and teachers naturally receive preferential treatment. So the students maintaining order outside led them in. There was no need to check identification; Duanmu Ci's face was his ID, everyone in the school recognized him. Moreover, this student happened to be a member of the Changsheng Society's sailing club.
The student seemed slightly surprised that their teacher was watching the show. They probably hadn't expected a teacher to have so much free time (and be so unproductive)...
To be honest, although Chu Xinsu came with great enthusiasm, the quality of the show was extremely disappointing. Not only was it all boys, but the few girls who did appear all looked like the species that went extinct 65 million years ago—it was utterly unbearable to look at…
Even so—those nerdy guys from the Civil Engineering Department were still howling like wolves, practically regarding her as a goddess, which made Professor Chu Xinsu, who came from the Literature Department and was used to seeing all sorts of women, feel extremely sorry for her, and even Duanmu Ci couldn't help but laugh a little.
The show wasn't very entertaining; it mostly consisted of singing, and solo performances at that. After listening to a few songs, Duanmu Ci was utterly speechless about their singing abilities—there was really nothing to say. If he were to offer any commentary, he could go on and on until breakfast the next day. Chu Xinsu kept complaining beside him, even resorting to the hurtful gesture of covering his ears, his face contorted as if he'd just eaten something disgusting—
Duanmu Ci couldn't help but shake his head. He was an extremely sensitive person to music; otherwise, Li Guinian wouldn't exist. Making someone like him listen to so many bad songs was truly mentally taxing. Fortunately, Duanmu Ci's mental fortitude was already extremely strong; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to bear it.
Even so, Duanmu Ci couldn't help but subtly complain, "Even if you get professional musicians to fix the sound, it won't save them..."
Fortunately, at the very end, a group of fairly handsome guys went on stage and performed a pretty good street dance. Their moves were dazzling and quite flashy, which soothed the fragile hearts of two foreign language teachers...
"I knew I shouldn't have come." After leaving the art gallery, Chu Xinsu said to Duanmu Ci with a look of "I was so scared."
Duanmu Ci was also still shaken. "I told you I wouldn't come, but you wouldn't believe me! This is just the preliminary round. Things will probably be much better in the final round. Let's wait and see then."
"No!" Chu Xinsu's expression was resolute. "Tomorrow is the Foreign Languages Department's performance. That's a place that produces beauties, even comparable to our Literature Department. It's not like the Civil Engineering Department, which is like a 'monastery.' Even if their performance isn't good, looking at the pretty girls is still nice. At least it'll be good for the eyes and help ease the shock from tonight. It's pleasing to the eye..."
"Tell me honestly, did you get in through connections?" Duanmu Ci had serious doubts about the teacher's professional ethics. He felt that letting someone with such a philandering nature teach in the Literature Department, a place teeming with potential, was tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house—a wolf in sheep's clothing, seemingly gentle and kind at that…
"What do you mean by 'backdoor'?!" Chu Xinsu had a "I'm not happy you look down on me" expression on his face. "I'm a top student from Peking University, I got in through the proper entrance exams." Then he chuckled mischievously, "It seems someone else is the one who got in through the back door—hehehehehe..."
Speaking of this topic, Duanmu Ci really didn't have much confidence. He could only blame himself for speaking carelessly and inadvertently giving others ammunition for his criticism, leaving him unable to retaliate. But this kid is actually from Peking University? I really couldn't tell. Appearances can be deceiving; Confucius was truly right.
But thinking about it, I really don't know whether I'll have to go with him to the Foreign Languages Institute's performance tomorrow. Oh well, I'll just consider it scouting. Duanmu Ci felt a bit "tragic." (To be continued...)
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