“I……” Translated by The Novelst
“Could you keep your disgusting face away from me?” Before Bai Suqing had a chance to say even a word, Zhou Yaya unhappily interrupted her with an icy tone. Her voice drew a lot of attention from the students around them, their eyes darting between Bai Suqing and Zhou Yaya.
Zhou Yaya left right after she finished speaking, not even giving Bai Suqing a chance to talk. She didn’t actually hate the weak type like Bai Suqing, but she disliked it because these kinds of people made her feel she had no control over them.
Just a few days before, there was a pitiful woman who came to her house, telling her family that she was Zhou Yaya’s father’s lover, almost causing her parents divorce. Although it was proven later on that the woman was mentally abnormal and she had made the story up, it had subconsciously caused Zhou Yaya to feel disgusted with Bai Suqing’s type of person.
Of course, what Zhou Yaya – or anybody else- did not know was that mentally abnormal “mistress” was actually an act arranged by Mu Rulan.
In the past, Zhou Yaya also first met Bai Suqing under the same circumstances just like this, the only difference was that she didn’t possess any hate for Bai Suqing, only feeling a little empty for not able to control her.
Bai Suqing was raging inside her heart, but her face looked even more pitiful. She stiffly stood where she was with her head hanging down, her white dress covering her slim figure. It looked as though she was awfully wronged but didn’t dare to speak up for herself, gaining some of the boy’s attention.
Bai Suqing sneered inside. Playing with boys was the most unchallenging thing to do. Just by revealing a few emotions, they would simply take you as a princess.
However, someone suddenly shouted out of nowhere, “Hurry! Our president is going to perform next!”
With just a sentence, the few boys who were trying to approach Bai Suqing immediately changed directions and rushed into the hall.
“Oi, don’t you dare to steal my seat!”
“Wth! Does the seat have your name on it?! Get away!”
A few boys were arguing while they were running, their voices so loud that they echoed around Bai Suqing’s ears. Her face was stiffly looking at the emptied surroundings and she slightly clenched her teeth, she hasn’t been so out of favor within the boys since before when she was in France……
The preparations had begun a few days ago but the actual festival was only today. No matter what, the school festival was a beneficial event to both the school and the students as the success rate was usually high.
The reason was because much of the general public would come to look at the performances, and when the students performed well, it could become a stepping stone for their reputation. The school would also benefit from them. They were all related closely.
Mu Rulan would be doing the opening for the morning performance. Inside the huge open-spaced hall, hers was a simple piano performance that continued after the talk.
The young girl didn’t need any lighting or decorations to serve as a foil, she herself had already garnered a large amount of attention. Even the social elite who were always bustling like bees as if the Earth would not rotate without them seemed to settle down the moment the gentle notes flew into their ears, as if the notes stopped their restless heartbeats that had been nervous all this time.
The truth was, many of the people at the scene came here for Mu Rulan.
“Those five sitting in the first row in area B, they were in charge of America’s Ivy League – Harvard University, Yale University, University of Pennsylvania, Princeton University and also Columbia University…… Holy! Isn’t that person from the capital? If I’m not remembering wrong, the national exam should be next semester right? Don’t tell me those branded universities have already started to snatch students?”
From the start, Lu Zimeng was mumbling beside Mo Qianren with his eyes popping out, in the end he comfortingly patted the talented man’s shoulder beside him, “Qianren, your legend will soon get defeated by this girl, believe me.”
Mo Qianren looked deadpan at Lu Zimeng’s hands patting his shoulder, Lu Zimeng cramped his mouth and immediately retrieved his hands back as if he got an electric shock. Looking at how Mo Qianren ignored him and turned his sight back to the stage performance, he mumbled: “Just because he had mysophobia he thinks he can act up, who doesn’t have an eccentricity these days, even for necrophiles it’s normal to see nowadays okay……”
Lu Zimeng was the nosiest person Mo Qianren had ever met in his 25 years of life, comparable to the housecleaner aunt who lived below his house.
The stage was very simplistic. There was only a person with a white piano, the young girl was wearing the Liu Silan school uniform, the audience could only see her from the side. The bright golden sun shone upon her, and the audience could clearly see her lower jaw was slightly drawn in, long eyelashes curved. Her hair obscured some of her face but they were still able to see her cherry red lips pulling into a beautiful, gentle smile.
She would sometimes raise her head towards the audience, a flash of light flowing inside her somber eyes, so warm that the darkest inner part of a person’s heart could be lit up.
Such a miraculous girl. Translated by The Novelst
Out of clear water, a lotus engraved by nature.
She must be an angel created by God to bring a hint of warm light to the humble people.
“God……” Sitting in the first row of area A, a man with blonde hair stood up and took out his camera while muttering to himself softly. The people behind him were shouting at him for blocking their view, but he did not even bother. “Snap, snap, snap,” a few shots were continuously taken, but his heart was singing inside: No, there should be more to it, this girl had a more miraculous look!
As a photographer, to find his calling as a real photographer, he must capture the very moment where the soul tugs on heartstrings.
He was waiting for this moment……
“A well-known photographer from France, Lawrence Richmond.” Lu Zimeng, the blabbering friend, has begun to talk again. He kept looking at the people sitting in the front rows, since most of them were arranged in important seats, they wouldn’t be just anybody. Now that he looked properly, it matched what he thought.
This was considered overwhelming for an elite school to be able to invite such big shots to the festival like Lawrence. He was not someone that could be invited easily, especially since he was the exclusive photographer for the royal families of many countries. He didn’t simply take photos for just anyone.
“What is he trying to do?” Lu Zimeng was looking curiously at Lawrence standing still. The people behind him had almost gone red in their fury for blocking their view. Lu Zimeng imagined the scene if someone gave Lawrence a kick and he fell down to the floor, he almost made himself burst out in laughter.
Mo Qianren took a light glance: “Capturing the soul. Don’t worry, he couldn’t take it properly.”
“Huh?” How did he know? Also, what was he saying he needed to worry about?
“He’s too excited, his stiff body wavered slightly. The moment he wants to capture the soul, his hands will tremble and behold, a flaw will have appeared.” Mo Qianren crossed his legs. Even though his tone was cold, Lu Zimeng could sense the gloating note in it.
Proofread by: Hannah