The rehearsal for the freshman evening party lasted until after eight o'clock. As time progressed, fewer people were left rehearsing in the auditorium, starting with the opening dance of the Literary Arts Department.
There were nine girls, all uniformly tall and slim, with a few in the very front row wearing matching outfits consisting of pleated skirts and white sneakers, although their socks varied.
Standing in the central position leading the dance was Zheng Yanyan, wearing white knee-high socks. Her legs were already long, and the socks accentuated that, making her indeed the most beautiful one. She even managed to send some flirtatious glances to Zhou Yuwen while dancing.
Zhou Yuwen's class had perhaps the least distinctive performance, and the students weren't very engaged.
Because most people wondered, why were the other classes full of song and dance while ours was just a choir?
If we're to win any award at all, it'd only be the third place.
Although that was said, several class committees mentioned that the freshman performance was a group activity and should involve everyone.
You Changjin, the class advisor, took this very seriously and even invited a senior who studied vocal music to guide their class on how to sing.
By eight-fifteen, almost all the students had left the auditorium, except for Zhou Yuwen's class, who were still lazily rehearsing their choir performance on stage.
It felt like in such group activities, class officers were keen, but other students were rather helpless. Some students mentioned they hadn't even had dinner yet and were uncertain how long the rehearsal would continue.
Tao Tian stood at the auditorium's entrance, addressing some minor details to each girl about to go on stage, then told them to go take a shower first.
They were to meet at the school entrance at nine o'clock.
Once all the students were gone, Tao Tian called out to Zhou Yuwen on stage:
At that moment, the students on stage all turned to Zhou Yuwen in surprise.
About a week had officially passed since school started, and many students had joined the student council, gradually learning about some influential figures at school.
Like Tao Tian from the Literature and Art Department, definitely considered a goddess of the college. Not to mention her perfect figure, but those beautifully shaped legs wrapped in yoga pants and white socks around her ankles.
Her tall stature, her hearty smile.
And she had the type of charm that any student would admire.
Zhou Yuwen wasn't in the student council, so he certainly hadn't seen Tao Tian's aloof side there, causing everyone to be surprised when they saw her greeting Zhou Yuwen so familiarly.
Zhou Yuwen asked her what it was.
Tao Tian smiled at Zhou Yuwen and said, "I'm heading back first, we meet at the school gate at nine, don't forget."
After that, Tao Tian turned and left.
Zhou Yuwen's classmates whispered amongst themselves.
"Brother Zhou, how do you know Senior Tao Tian?" asked Jiang Chao.
It was that Jinling guy who didn't get along well with Chang Hao because they often clashed during military training, leading to tensions between their dorms. Jiang Chao thought Chang Hao and his dorm mates were pretty silly.
He had discussed Chang Hao's dorm before, but honestly, his first impression of Zhou Yuwen was that he was a bit pretentious, until now, seeing him so familiar with Tao Tian, he was stunned.
He took the initiative to strike up a conversation. The rightful source is novel~fire~net
Zhou Yuwen said who doesn't know Minister Tao?
"No, no, Brother Zhou, that's not what I meant," Jiang Chao was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Alright, everyone quiet down, let's rehearse one last time," said Chang Hao from the front.
So they sang the chorus a couple more times, but still couldn't achieve the desired effect.
The voice coach who came to help suggested, why not have someone with a singing background lead the singing in your class?
Chang Hao thought it was a good idea and asked Zhou Yuwen if he wanted to lead the singing?
Zhou Yuwen responded with a laugh, better not, as he actually didn't know how to sing this song at all.
"You can let me pretend, but I can't lead,"
Seeing Zhou Yuwen say this, everyone reluctantly backed off.
At eight forty, the auditorium was empty except for them. Su Qing had intended to stay and talk to Zhou Yuwen, gazing at him for a long time as she left.
But Zhou Yuwen paid her no attention at all.
Moreover, since Tao Tian had told Zhou Yuwen to attend the Literary Department gathering, Su Qing thought she'd find another time to talk things out with him.
Zheng Yanyan went back to her dorm, quickly showered, and changed into clean clothes—a little camisole topped with a loose blue shirt worn open, not covering her slim waist,
and deep blue capri jeans that suited her tall figure beautifully.
After showering, it was already eight fifty. She went to the auditorium to wait for Zhou Yuwen to finish rehearsal.
Zheng Yanyan openly admitted that the program from Zhou Yuwen's class was really uninteresting.
She initially wanted to listen to Zhou Yuwen sing a bit.
But the stage was a mess, the singing was unclear, so she just bowed her head and played with her phone for a while.
"Okay, this time was much better than the last. We still have a bit of time, let's do it one more time," Chang Hao said.
"Man, when are you going to stop, it's already nine?" Jiang Chao complained.
"Yeah, I hardly had time to eat."
"My girlfriend is still waiting for me down there."
The group exchanged banter and then burst into laughter.