Song Yun returned to the rehearsal room, where the student council president brought a bottle of water, unscrewed it, and handed it to Song Yun personally.
This gesture left many people in the rehearsal room dumbfounded. What was going on?
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Just now, the student council president had a face full of righteousness, but now he was bootlicking the brother of Si Yi?
"Fellow student, what do you do for a living?"
The student council president brought over a small stool, sat below Song Yun, and asked with a fawning smile.
Having been in society for so many years, Song Yun certainly knew this person must have recognized his status before changing his attitude to cozy up to him.
"Unemployed."
Hearing this, the student council president made a face that seemed to say 'I understand'. He believed he had judged correctly—apparently, Song Yun was a rich second-generation kid whose family was loaded!
"Heh, classmate, I think Si Yi sings very well, no, exceptionally well, with a professional level. After the evening gala, I must speak with the teacher about Si Yi, striving to get more awards for her this year."
"No need, Si Yi's main focus should still be on her studies."
The polite refusal sent a chill through the student council president's heart—apparently, this big shot was still a bit annoyed.
In such a situation, it was natural that he shouldn't stay around any longer, which would only annoy people even more.
"Then, classmate, please continue to sit here; I have something to take care of in the front."
FInally, this annoying fly was going to leave, and Song Yun nodded without any attempt to retain him.
And so, more than ten minutes passed until a girl with short hair walked in, glancing at the people inside the rehearsal room with displeasure.
"Si Yi, has Lang Shiyong not arrived yet?"
This girl was the head of the literary and arts department of the student council. She had arranged a duet for Yuan Siyi today, and ever since two in the afternoon, that male student had been putting off his arrival, saying he'd be there soon. But now, it was almost time to take the stage, and he still hadn't shown up!
"Haven't seen him. I thought he was going to be replaced."
Yuan Siyi showed a helpless expression.
The male student who was to sing the duet had studied vocal music in high school and, although he was no match for professional singers, was still quite popular in the school.
In his first year of university, the male student often brought speakers to the playground to sing, attracting a flock of fangirls, and was even nicknamed 'male god'.
Later, no one knew whether he developed an attitude problem or simply thought too highly of himself, but whenever there was a cultural evening and he was needed on stage, people had to ask him repeatedly.
"On stage? What time is it now?"
Lang Shiyong asked in a daze, his memories still lingering in the hotel.
"Never mind the time, I'm asking you if you can still go on stage!"
The Minister was nearly frantic, but looking at Lang Shiyong's expression, it was still very indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him, which nearly made her lose her composure and curse in public.
"Probably not going to work."
Lang Shiyong lit a cigarette to clear his head and said, "My body is all limp right now, am I supposed to lie down and sing on stage?"
"Fuck!"
The Minister cursed softly.
Why on earth did she believe this bastard in the first place, resulting now in not having a backup act.
The rehearsal room was full of disgust as they looked at Lang Shiyong, but given the situation, they certainly couldn't let this asshole go on stage and perform like a lump of slime, could they?
"Sigh, poor Si Yi, she's been the most diligent in rehearsals these days, but now her act is likely to be canned."
A girl sighed and said.
Song Yun looked at Yuan Siyi's expression and sure enough, the young lady's face was full of disappointment.
"Ding! Host detected at the HK University evening event; would you like to check-in?"
Here it comes! The system's care package has arrived!
Song Yun immediately checked in.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully checking in. You've been awarded +5 Charm and a professional-level singing voice!"
As soon as the system voice finished, Song Yun felt a warm sensation in his throat, very comfortable. He coughed softly, and indeed, his voice had changed from before, becoming more magnetic.
"Hello there, since he can't go on stage, let me accompany Si Yi instead," Song Yun offered.
Just as the Minister of Culture and Arts was squatting on the floor, staring vacantly at the ground, a voice came from behind her.
She turned around sharply only to see Song Yun's handsome face, and the rage in her heart gradually subsided.
"Handsome guy, thanks for the help, but there are less than ten minutes left until Si Yi's performance..."
It was all over; she could already picture the scene of being criticized by the school leaders after the party ended, her scholarship for this semester was likely gone because of Lang Shiyong, this asshole.
Sigh...