Chai Yichen and Yan Chuchen appeared together, a handsome guy and a beautiful girl duo, catching everyone's eye.
Chai Yichen was the host. He squeezed out an elegant smile, behaved with natural grace, and announced in a magnetic voice, "Good evening, everyone. I need five minutes of your time."
Then, the senior Yan Chuchen made her entrance, delivering awkward but flattering remarks, "I've always heard that Class 8 has an excellent class spirit, and indeed, it lives up to its reputation."
The two were prominent figures at Fourth Middle School, and most of Class 8 knew them.
Cui Yu praised, "Senior, you look beautiful."
Yan Chuchen, "Thank you, you are quite handsome too."
Back and forth , the classmates in Class 8 couldn't figure out their purpose, so they didn't rush them out of the door.
Chai Yichen timely brought back the focus, "Next, please welcome our band!"
As his words fell, those holding guitars and those with small drum sets appeared, and in an instant, guitar tunes, drum beats, and vocals filled the classroom.
These people were art students Zhao Xiaofeng had invited to liven up the atmosphere; real-time music gave a more immersive feeling, thus more easily influencing others.
A love song ended, breaking the icy atmosphere.
Chai Yichen announced, "Next, please welcome our star of the evening!"
Yan Chuchen declared, "Qi Tianheng, take the stage!"
Guitarists strummed, and drummers beat their drums; in rhythm, a fashionably dressed, charismatic Qi Tianheng made a dazzling entrance.
He was followed by eight athletes, stars crowning the moon.
The athletes carried a cake, opened the box, and revealed a particularly beautiful three-tier cake to everyone.
Pang Jiao was stunned.
Zhao Xiaofeng efficiently pulled out a bunch of colorful candles, put on white gloves, and one by one, arranged them into a heart shape on the cake.
The strong athletes turned off the classroom lights, and another one provided a spotlight just for Qi Tianheng.
From the back row, Guo Kunnan whispered, "Brother Ma, this doesn't look good!"
This formation clearly indicated other class students were trying to poach someone from their class.
Wang Longlong cautioned, "Brother Ma, he's likely targeting Yang Sheng, should we take him down?"
Guo Kunnan worried, "But they are athletes!"
Ma Shicheng just smiled and did not speak, "No rush."
Qi Tianheng smiled with an air of luxury, a temperament bred from a lifelong lavish lifestyle, containing a remarkably strong confidence.
He pulled out a lighter worth several thousand yuan and flicked it with a thumb, making a "clack" sound.
He lit the candles on the cake; in the darkness, the flames gently flickered.
Qi Tianheng personally carried the cake forward, and the spotlight in the hands of the athlete moved with him, ensuring he remained under the light.
Finally, he arrived in front of Yang Sheng's seat, and another light shone, illuminating Yang Sheng.
Under the light, Yang Sheng's handsome face gleamed like the crescent moon, her short hair unconstrained.
Second-year student Yan Chuchen was dazzled by this girl, hard to describe, but unique, no wonder someone like rich kid Qi Tianheng would like her.
Dong Qingfeng was seated not far from Yang Sheng; he now understood Qi Tianheng's intentions, but several glaring athletes made him keep his mouth shut.
'Yang Sheng, please don't agree!'
Under the only two lights in the room, Qi Tianheng turned on the portable speaker he carried, "From the first moment I saw you, I was deeply attracted to you."
Guitars and drums sounded again, the athletes began to make noise.
Qi Tianheng gestured for silence, and the surroundings instantly quieted. Qi Tianheng sincerely said, "Yang Sheng, there's something I want to tell you."
The atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.
Suddenly, a discordant voice arose from the back, "Candles for sale, one yuan each!"