One in front, one behind.
One to the left, one to the right.
Under the spotlight, Bai Yuyou stood at the front of the stage. Before her was a standing microphone. The young girl stood there, the focus of everyone’s gaze, yet her expression remained unchanged—calm, unruffled, as if undisturbed by any wave.
“Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh!” Her appearance drew cheers from the crowd. In truth, most students at the school didn’t pay much attention to things like campus beauties or department queens, but Bai Yuyou was someone who had genuinely stunned everyone with her looks. She was the undisputed number one in everyone’s hearts.
For most people, getting to know Bai Yuyou followed a three-step process:
First—[You keep saying Bai Yuyou is so beautiful, really? Come on, stop going on about it all the time.]
Then, upon accidentally seeing her—[Holy crap, she’s actually that stunning? Can someone really be that good-looking?]
Finally, it turned into—[Let me tell you, that Bai Yuyou at our school? Insanely pretty. Go check her out for yourself if you don’t believe me!]
Looking at the audience below, Bai Yuyou saw them as nothing more than a vegetable gathering—whether they were carrots or potatoes, none of it affected the girl’s mindset. This so-called “emotional dullness,” in a sense, helped Bai Yuyou stay composed and at ease in any situation.
In a slightly cornered spot, Ye Shuang sat at the piano. From his angle, all he could see was Yuyou’s back, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall. Though he couldn’t make out her expression at that moment, the silhouette under the spotlight gave Ye Shuang a feeling of reliability.
This feeling was unfamiliar. The girl who once depended on him for everything seemed to be gradually fading away.
This, perhaps, was what growth meant—to become a completely different version of oneself, until you forget what you used to be.
Ye Shuang pulled his thoughts together. He reached out and placed his fingers on the piano keys.
“...”
The notes seemed to leap. Ye Shuang played the prelude smoothly, a quiet yet elegant sound softly rising through the venue. Even though he hadn’t touched a piano in a long time, muscle memory allowed him to play without any hesitation.
Listening to Ye Shuang’s piano, Bai Yuyou lowered her eyes slightly. Her lips moved, and then she began to sing softly:
“The memories between us, I carefully collect them all, I always cry in secret...”
“I hope that the love I believe in will end up held firmly in my palm...”
Her ethereal, cool voice seemed capable of sinking everyone into the music. The glow sticks in the audience waved, turning the evening into something like a personal concert. Perhaps captivated by her unexpectedly beautiful singing, some people even pulled out their phones to record.
On the stage under the spotlight, the piano and the voice blended together, performing the most beautiful music.
The girl in the long white dress, singing—she must have stolen the hearts of countless people in their youth.
But soon, the piano sound began to soften. Ye Shuang’s fingers slowed down, his strokes growing more hesitant. Beside him, Yuyou’s singing became clearer, but his memories grew hazier. The girl’s smooth and flowing voice made Ye Shuang lose himself for a moment.
In his memory, the girl who used to stumble over her words, even a little stutter, seemed buried in the past.
In a daze, Ye Shuang felt as if he had forgotten how to play. His fingers hovered over the keys, unsure of what to play, and his mind went blank.
Ye Shuang: “...”
The sudden halt in the piano caught the audience’s attention.
“Why did the piano stop? Did it break?”
“No idea. What happened?”
“That guy stopped playing. Dunno why.”
Even Tang Keke was momentarily stunned. “Hey, why’d he stop? Was that part of the rehearsal?”
“Is the piano broken? Or maybe the speakers?”
“Huh, odd,” nodded Linlin, equally puzzled.
Bai Yuyou noticed this too. She turned her head slightly and saw Ye Shuang lost in thought, just staring at his own hands as if unable to play a single note.
“...”
But the girl held the microphone and began to sing a cappella:
“And then the dreams you gave me, the flowers you taught me to pick...”
“The summer we fled, as the night sky faded, you lit fireworks for me...”
Without Ye Shuang’s accompaniment, Bai Yuyou’s unaccompanied voice seemed even more prominent and emotionally charged. The girl’s singing pulled Ye Shuang back to his senses. He looked at the girl saving the show at center stage and couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned—
She really was shining brightly.
He placed his fingers back on the keys, and Bai Yuyou continued singing:
“The memories between us, I carefully collect them all...”
Ye Shuang pressed down on the keys, and the accompaniment resumed, perfectly blending with the girl’s voice. It sent a shiver down everyone’s spine.
“Wow!” Tang Keke and the others exclaimed in unison. Even Zhixia said, “This restructured part is amazing—singing a cappella first, then bringing in the accompaniment. It sounds great.”
“So beautiful. I didn’t know Yuyou could sing this well.”
“Probably a last-minute change. It’s really good,” Linlin nodded, since this wasn’t in the original plan.
It seemed there hadn’t been a problem after all—just a specially added segment.
Not just the light music club members, but even the audience’s earlier confusion dissipated entirely. That a cappella section was like the finishing touch—unique and deeply moving.
The piano sound faded away again, but this time it signaled the end.
As the song concluded, Bai Yuyou put the microphone back in place, held her chest, and bowed slightly.
The moment she bent down, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause.
Ye Shuang sat there watching her, then looked at the instrument before him. He couldn’t help but smile, a little sheepish.
He had actually ended up dragging Yuyou down.
“Ye Shuang.”
Bai Yuyou walked up to him as the curtain fell. Then, the girl stood on her tiptoes—
And everything disappeared from view.
“Huh?”
The audience below strained to see, but saw nothing.
Inside the curtain, Ye Shuang looked at the girl with her arms wrapped around his neck and said softly, “Sorry, looks like I held you back.”
“No...”
“Yuyou, you’ve already become someone others can rely on.” He smiled.
Hearing this, Bai Yuyou gazed at him with her beautiful eyes, then said quietly, “I want Ye Shuang to be able to rely on me.”
“You already can, Yuyou. You’re really amazing.” Ye Shuang meant what he said. Gently pinching her cheek, his eyes were filled with mixed emotions.
“Kiss me, Ye Shuang.”
“There are too many people here.” Ye Shuang had barely finished speaking when Bai Yuyou lifted her head and kissed him.
A fragrant breeze brushed against his face—and the heart grew drunk.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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