Translator: 549690339
This was the White Clothing Routine.
No need for drums, no need for piano, no need for guitar.
Just one guzheng sufficed to conjure the tumult of a thousand troops.
After Bai Lian stepped down, the venue remained quiet for nearly a minute.
Then, applause rumbled forth like thunder.
Chen Family head also snapped back to reality.
He didn’t say a word and immediately pursued to the backstage.
By his side, the principal finally came to his senses, too, and as he followed, he asked someone beside him, “Didn’t you say that Bai Lian wasn’t very good at it?”
Not very good at it?!
The school leader, who had just exploded in anger backstage, “…”
The two senior year hosts also finally recovered from the ups and downs, walking out from behind and continuing with a smile, “Next, please welcome the last performer…”
On this side, once Jiang Fulai came out, he saw Bai Lian standing lazily by the left side of the gate.
She was waiting for Pu Xiaohan, looking ahead with a serene gaze.
A wooden hairpin on her head, standing against the wind in the backlight.
The hem of her garment was gently lifted by the breeze.
It seemed as if she could drift away with the wind at any moment.
A half-yellow leaf gently landed on her shoulder.
Jiang Fulai reached out and delicately plucked the leaf off, his fingertips still hooking onto a black mask. He lowered his eyes, his face hidden in shadow, and said softly, “What are you looking at here?”
Following her gaze, he saw nothing but a teaching building blocking the view.
Upon hearing the voice, Bai Lian tilted her head and replied, “Reflecting.”
Reflecting?
Jiang Fulai stood there gracefully, his light eyes narrowing slightly.
“How did you get here?” Bai Lian suddenly remembered to ask, “Didn’t Jiang He say that you were busy?”
At this, the young master Jiang fell silent for a while.
It wasn’t the weekend, and the lab was awaiting his return to test new equipment. He had already ditched work for the entire morning.
Yet no one dared to question young master Jiang on this matter.
Bai Lian was the first to ask.
Chen Family head didn’t even dare to glance at Jiang Fulai that morning, let alone have the audacity to ask, for if he did, he wouldn’t have time to cry before being sent off to the fighting ring by young master Jiang.
If he saw how bold Bai Lian was, he would certainly view her in a new light.
During the silence of young master Jiang,
the Chen Family head also came out from behind.
“Miss Bai,” he always addressed Bai Lian with respect.
But now, his respect came intermingled with indescribable excitement and admiration.
After uttering “Miss Bai,” he looked up and saw Jiang Fulai by her side.
The “keep away or perish” coldness from the morning was gone from him, but those faintly sweeping eyes were still chillingly aloof.
Chen Family head’s next words were choked back in his throat.
Bai Lian tilted her head lightly towards Chen Family head, raising an eyebrow.
“Miss Bai,” Chen Family head braced himself to inquire, “You play the guzheng very well. May I ask where you studied?”
He only listened to music; it seemed like the Chen family members were all missing a screw in their heads, failing to master the Liang technique and lacking talent for music. Even though Chen Beixuan was as clever as they come, his guzheng playing was as grating as sawing logs.
The same went for the Chen Family head.
But not being able to play didn’t mean not understanding. Having followed the old master, he had heard countless professional-level performances, yet none had been as shocking as today’s.
Aside from seeming a bit esoteric at the start, the performance had become increasingly exquisite as it progressed.
The Chen family had paid attention to various guzheng schools under different associations, but there was no style like Bai Lian’s, and he wanted to know where exactly she had come from.
The Chen Family head was genuinely curious.
However, Bai Lian looked at him somewhat quizzically and responded, “Play very well?”