"What, now every Tom, Dick, and Harry thinks they can sing?"
Lang Shiyong, with a face full of disdain, muttered, "Don't end up on stage only to be booed off by the audience for being tone-deaf. You should know when I studied vocal music in high school, I had to wake up at six every morning to train my voice. You're just an ordinary person, not professionally trained, and you dare to say you can perform?"
Having said that, Lang Shiyong closed his eyes and sat there leisurely.
Everyone present couldn't stand this kind of person who offered no help yet spewed mockery.
"Lang Shiyong! If you had followed the rules and come to rehearsal today, would we have needed someone else to take your place?"
The Minister of Culture yelled angrily, "Aren't you just an ordinary person who happens to sing a little better? Wrapped up like a male god by a bunch of brainless women. You've been freeloading at banquets for years, playing the big shot!"
Normally a calm and gentle girl in everyone's eyes, the Minister of Culture was riled up by this bastard, which spoke volumes about Lang Shiyong's lack of character.
"So what if I drank a bit? What, the school wants to control everything, even my private life?"
Lang Shiyong, also angry, stood up and pointed at the Minister of Culture's nose, cursing, "Even if I hadn't drunk today, what could you do if I refuse to perform, hm? I want to screw you over, what are you going to do about it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at him with contempt. No one expected that someone who was usually just arrogant could turn into this kind of bird.
"Lang Shiyong, you're just a selfish scoundrel with no sense of teamwork. If you didn't want to perform, you could have refused from the beginning, but once you agreed, you should do your job!"
"Yeah! I thought you were a talented person, but it turns out you're nothing special."
"Lang Shiyong, I will definitely post this incident on the school forum, and we'll see how everyone criticizes you!"
Facing everyone's censure, Lang Shiyong shrugged indifferently, "Suit yourselves. I'm sober now and could go on stage, but I just don't want to. Heh, either find someone else or beg me to perform!"
Frustrated to the point of grinding their teeth, the crowd was nonetheless powerless against him.
"If not, let Si Yi step on stage! He's so handsome, and maybe he can sing a bit too!"
"Exactly, Si Yi's act is just five minutes. Sing and then hurry on to the next one."
As the Minister of Culture hesitated, Lang Shiyong spoke up, "If you really let him go on stage, it's likely to become the most disastrous performance of the evening!"
"Huff~"
The Minister of Culture took a deep breath as if making up her mind, "Lang Shiyong, you're scum! Even if I mess up the entire show, I will never use you again!"
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By the time the host stepped down, he was sweating profusely; it was truly awkward.
Seeing this scene, Lang Shiyong couldn't help but sneer, "So you think you're tough enough to replace me, huh? Come on, let's see if the audience wants to hear you sing or hear me!"
As he thought this, Lang Shiyong took out his phone and sent a message to his fan group, implying that his performance had been replaced and expressing his grievances, saying he regretted not being able to bring a lovely song to the audience.
It was safe to say Lang Shiyong had completely exonerated himself; now, he was nothing but a harmless, pitiful creature.
Down below, the members of Lang Shiyong's fan club were immediately not pleased. Their male idol getting sidelined by some unwritten rules? How could they tolerate this?
And so, before Song Yun had even taken the stage, he received a barrage of boos from below.
But soon enough, Lang Shiyong couldn't laugh anymore.
When Song Yun and Yuan Siyi came on stage, the screen behind them projected their images.
Yuan Siyi looked pure with twinkling eyes, like the girl-next-door, endearing and lovable.
Song Yun, with handsome good looks, possessed the air of a young noble, captivating and dashing, simply intoxicating to behold.
Even if these two were to sing terribly, the audience would still consider it a feast for the eyes.
So even the little girls from Lang Shiyong's fan club were now holding their faces with both hands, gazing lovesick at Song Yun below the stage.
"That little brother is so handsome! Does anyone know which department he's from?"
"I haven't seen him in school! Quickly, call someone backstage, I want all his information!"
"So handsome! I want to marry him, want to have his babies!"
"Weren't you a fan of Lang Shiyong? Switching sides now?"
"Who's Lang Shiyong? Do I know her? My only idol now is the little brother on stage!"
These words reached Lang Shiyong's ears and nearly drove him to curse out loud.
What the hell, these girls are truly slaves to good looks! Ugh! What a disgrace!