The Minister of Literature and Art backstage was still worrying, wondering what to do if she got scolded by the school leaders.
But after waiting for a long time, she never heard any noise from the audience in the front clamoring for someone to be thrown out.
What's going on?
She peeked out timidly, only to see the students watching Song Yun with wild enthusiasm, especially the girls, their eyes filled with possessiveness, wishing they could carry Song Yun off the stage and take him home.
"Stable!"
The Minister of Literature and Art was on the verge of tears, realizing that in this world, looks are indeed justice! Song Yun was handsome, and even if he couldn't sing, there would be countless people adoring him. It seemed the influence of a handsome guy was just too great!
The prelude of "Little Dimples" started to play. Yuan Siyi looked at Song Yun with a sweet smile and began to sing, "I'm still looking, for someone to rely on and someone to embrace, who prays for me, worries for me, gets mad and fusses over me..."
Yuan Siyi's voice, much like her appearance, was filled with a vibrant, youthful vibe, involuntarily reminding listeners of their own unforgettable love.
Next was Song Yun's part. Song Yun took a deep breath and began to sing, "Happiness starts showing signs, fate allows us to lean on each other slowly, and then loneliness is devoured, boredom turns into meaningful conversation, there's been a change..."
As soon as Song Yun's voice came out, everyone in the audience looked up in surprise.
This little brother is not only handsome, but he also sings so well!
After Song Yun's vocal cords were modified by the system, they became magnetic, simply outshining Lang Shiyong by countless times!
"Holy shit! I was being shallow! He's not just my idol, he's damn well my husband!"
"Husband, I love you! Husband, your singing is so beautiful!"
"My idol, I love you!"
Little girls in the audience shouted, waving their support sticks.
Lang Shiyong, at this moment, had a face blacker than the bottom of a pot, damn it, this guy was a wolf in sheep's clothing, he must have been training in vocal music since he was a child, otherwise it's impossible for him to sing so beautifully!
"No wonder Lang Shiyong was replaced. The little brother on stage is better looking than him, and even sings better than him, love it, love it!"
"Hehe, switched my idol, switched my idol!"
Lang Shiyong almost spat blood in anger when he heard these words. You two girls are sitting right in front of me, could you please consider my feelings? You're insulting me to my face, do you really think I have no temper? your-NovelFire-source
Indeed, Lang Shiyong didn't show any temper at all. Being completely crushed professionally, even if he wanted to argue something, he would be drowned out by the army of female fans.
His fingernails almost pierced into his palms as he cast a gloomy glance at the stage, then stealthily approached the student council president.
"Lang Shiyong? You need something?"
The student council president, who had been sitting behind the school leaders and attending to them, was unexpectedly called out, and he had to quickly handle the matter and return, or else what would happen if he offended the leaders?
"Rong Ge, my throat really wasn't feeling well earlier, which is why I didn't perform, but I feel it's recovered now..."
Lang Shiyong was cut off before he could finish speaking by the student council president: "Get to the point!"
"I want to go on stage!"
"Go on stage?"
The student council president looked at Lang Shiyong in surprise, as if he couldn't believe the person before him—everyone knew that he was the most arrogant one in the school, and every time they invited him to sing, it took endless pleading. And now he's come to his senses and wants to perform? Not a chance!
"Shiyong, you know the school has regulations, the act list is all set, it's difficult for me if you suddenly say you want to go on stage!"
Lang Shiyong smiled ingratiatingly, and then took a small stack of money from his pocket and quietly slipped it into the student council president's pocket.
"Rong Ge, give me a chance, little brother truly wants to sing."
The student council president subtly pinched the money inside the pocket, surely there was at least a couple of thousand there.
He nodded and curiously asked, "You have to give me a reason, otherwise, I can't make any arrangements."
"To tell the truth, today I was supposed to go on stage, but that Song Yun pushed me aside, and now I just want to salvage some popularity. Please give me a chance, Rong Ge!"
The student council president was well aware of the little schemes Lang Shiyong had in his mind. This guy had a fan club with quite a number of members, supposedly receiving a good sum of money from those girls every month, and occasionally even taking advantage of his female fans, having quite a good time.
However, looking at today's scene, those fans have switched camps, and there must be a significant loss of rich girls in Lang Shiyong's fan club, which is why this kid is planning to make a last desperate effort.
"Considering you've come to your senses, I'll give you a nod, and arrange a finale act for you."
"Thank you so much, Rong Ge!"
Lang Shiyong was very excited; everyone knew that the final act of an evening event was usually a grand chorus, and to be able to slot him in at such an important time was equivalent to inserting an advertisement during prime time on TV!
After the business was done, the student council president still hadn't left, watching Lang Shiyong with an amused look in his eyes.
Lang Shiyong slapped his forehead, and with a pang of heartache, pulled out another stack of money and stuffed it into the student council president's pocket.