The grand auditorium of the Academy was brightly decorated.
The majestic music interpreted a beautiful movement, as the dance troupe performed "Eastern Hope," a piece they choreographed independently.
Likewise, it’s also a piece that showcased the spirit of the trainees. The response to this music was very positive; it had just begun, yet thunderous applause had already erupted.
In the third row of the audience, Gu Tong leaned back in the red chair, yawning repeatedly. Her eyelids began to droop. She lacked an artistic cell and couldn’t appreciate this kind of elegant art. Watching it for a long time would lead to aesthetic fatigue.
"Is this the good show you were talking about?"
Cheng Bing sat beside her, her simple and neat ponytail replaced the white coat. She was dressed in casual wear, giving off a clean and crisp vibe.
Her brows were furrowed as she stared at Gu Tong without looking away, gritting her teeth, saying: "I stayed up for two consecutive nights working overtime to come out with you. I finally got some time off just for this! And you bring me here, saying it’s a celebration performance of your husband’s triumphant return..."
Cheng Bing was on the verge of tears, realizing for the first time that her friend had the potential to be an obsessive husband-bragger, flaunting her man’s achievements indirectly, nearly choking her with all the ’dog food’.
Gu Tong chuckled lightly but didn’t take the bait. Instead, she calmly said, "Actually, watching a performance is quite good. It cheers you up and is good for health, isn’t it?"
Cheng Bing widened her eyes and began cursing. Which eye of this guy saw her in a cheerful mood!
Does showing off love also have the effect of blinding one’s eyes? With open eyes, she begins to tell lies...
Gu Tong amused Cheng Bing for a while, completely shaking off the drowsiness. She was in a great mood, and her gaze returned to the stage. The dance finally reached the final stage, with the closing pose coming up.
This time Bei Jiafei’s performance order was Gu Tong’s suggestion, arranged personally by the professor, so she naturally knew that next was her program!
Gu Tong’s lips curled up, forming a perfect arc, as she smiled and said, "A good show is coming up soon!"
Cheng Bing frowned again, but she no longer trusted Gu Tong’s words.
"Next, enjoy the musical solo, performed by Bei Jiafei!"
After the host’s announcement, thunderous applause resounded.
They all looked at the stage with some expectation, waiting for the upcoming performance.
The cello stood alone in the center of the stage, waiting for its performer, just like everyone’s heart.
A petite figure slowly emerged from behind the scenes, the stage lights shining on her face, which bore no makeup, reflecting in the eyes of the audience.
Her face was bloodless, her lips dull; from a distance, she looked just like a ghost...
Indeed, it startled the audience, and their original level of expectation plummeted, losing interest in witnessing it.
Bei Jiafei stood on stage, her eyes searching around and finally landing on Gu Tong. She forced herself to keep calm and said, "Hello everyone, next, I will present the solo piece ’Reincarnation’!"
Sparse applause responded indifferently, in stark contrast to the earlier applause for the host’s announcement.
Bei Jiafei put down the microphone, but she could clearly feel her palms sweating, and the nervousness spreading again. However, she knew she must not retreat!
She remembered that Gu Tong once said, the battle is only fought once; if you don’t want to surrender, you must break through the enemy lines! This is your chance and equally an opportunity for you to spread your wings and soar!
Recalling these words, hope enveloped her, and Bei Jiafei walked towards the cello, ready to begin her performance.