Intuition told them that as soon as this girl appeared, things naturally wouldn't be so simple.
And now, with the night sky thinning, only a sliver of the last golden thread remained at the horizon, while a spotlight beamed down on the stage.
From one side of the stage, a tall figure approached gracefully, dressed in a white gown, exquisite and elegant, shining under the lights like a noble white swan.
Her perfect visage became even more saintly at this moment, her phoenix eyes radiating an aristocratic aura that seemed capable of bewitching souls.
Upon her appearance, the entire venue fell silent for a second at the sight of such beauty, followed by a chorus of catcalls!
"Damn! I told you the School of Business Administration has beauties! She's definitely campus queen material!"
"Such a great figure, and her skin too, God is so unfair..."
Whether guys or girls, everyone's eyes were captivated by Yao Mingyue's dazzling appearance.
Even Lin Daiyu, who had always felt slightly at odds, couldn't help but smack her lips.
One had to admit, she was indeed very beautiful, so beautiful that it was hard to feel envious.
Because they were simply not on the same level.
It's like if your brother suddenly buys a Mercedes E300 for over half a million, you'd feel as if the sky had fallen in.
But if Ma Yun spends a hundred million on a private jet, you would just find it normal.
That's the difference between heaven and earth.
At this moment, at the teacher's seat, Bai Xin took a sip of her coffee and looked at Yao Mingyue shining on the stage.
Her gaze then shifted to the Kangaroo Delivery banner behind her, and she let out a slight sigh.
These affairs between young people.
Truly incomprehensible.
He Qiang swallowed his saliva, his eyes shifting towards Xu Musen and An Nuannuan.
Yao Mingyue, standing under the spotlight, also cast her gaze across the crowd.
She couldn't see him, but if he were there, he would definitely see her.
In the middle of the stage, a piano sat waiting.
She walked over slowly, seating herself with grace.
She caressed her body, her voice carried by the microphone.
"This song, I want to dedicate to someone."
Her voice carried an emotion not typically heard.
But the crowd below erupted.
"Damn! It's not another confession, is it?"
"Which lucky bastard gets a confession from such a beautiful goddess?"
"Maybe it's for a friend or something?"
The voices below buzzed with speculation.
Only those in the know felt sour in their mouths.
"Xu Musen, that damn cad, it's definitely aimed at him!"
Zhou Hangyu looked at Yao Mingyue on stage, as pure as a swan.
He simply couldn't understand how that guy could have remained unmoved by such a fair-skinned, beautiful, and tall rich girl's pursuit.
"Do you think Xu Musen has some sort of physical problem, to be able to resist..." Zhou Hangyu complained.
Li Rundong patted his shoulder and said, "We've been training for half a month now. Do you know the difference between you and Xu Musen?"
"The difference is your underwear has a hole worn through in the back, while his is in the front."
Zhou Hangyu froze for a moment, his face turning a mix of black and red, erupting in curse words.
Damn! Can't you recognize that essence lies in concentration?
"Wait a minute, why the hell are you looking at our underwear? I'm definitely sleeping against the wall from now on!"
"Scram, scram, scram!"
The two bantered as usual.
Lin Daiyu and Zhao Lianmai sat together, looking at Yao Mingyue on stage.
Lin Daiyu also couldn't help but murmur, "Although I don't want to admit it, Nuannuan really puts the pressure on..."
Xu Musen silently watched the stage, his eyes seemingly meeting Yao Mingyue's across the sea of people for a split second.
The glittering girl was the one who had appeared countless times in his fantasies.
Right then, Yao Mingyue, as if sensing something, placed her slender white fingers on the piano keys.
"I'm sorry I couldn't give you an answer back then.
This "Dandelion's Promise", I dedicate to you, to me, and to us."
Her voice was soft, like a dandelion that would disperse with just a puff.
Her fingers lightly pressed down, a few fortissimo notes, a single melody, like falling dandelions carrying regret...
"The dandelions by the elementary school fence, are a scenery with taste in memory…"