At the two windows of the third-floor lounge.
Several heads were crowded against the glass.
All eyes were fixed on the vice president in the pouring rain.
"The 'Wing Chun' group is already on stage. What do we do? Even if the vice president runs back now, we won't make it in time."
"I feel so bad for him—did he just trip?"
"The vice president actually has such a good personality. He even prepared spare guitar strings."
Xiao Ou: "Lin Yu, you guys should head to the exhibition hall now! I’ll leave my part to you. There’s no time left—don’t let me hold everyone back."
Lin Yu stood frozen by the window, pupils trembling in shock.
"W-wait a second..."
"Something’s off..."
"The vice president..."
"He’s running toward the back door?"
"It looks like... he’s coming straight for us!"
The club members gasped in unison: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
What the hell?
Was Zhao Yuhao planning to...
Throw it in from the parking lot?!
No way, that’s impossible!
Could he actually pull off [Flying Leaves and Flowers] too?!
No wonder he told them to wait here instead of heading to the exhibition hall. If he could throw it up, it’d be way faster than running through the building.
But the problems were:
Height...
This was the third floor—not some residential building, but a convention center. The lobby ceiling alone was ridiculously high.
Weather...
Even if Zhao Yuhao had the strength, the wind and rain were brutal. Could he even aim properly?
Lin Yu might’ve had the skill, but the vice president? Was this some kind of javelin throw?
If he missed by even a little, the strings would land on the extended roof below—game over.
And the biggest challenge:
Weight...
Guitar strings were way too light to throw that high!
No matter how fired up he was, he couldn’t defy physics, right?
Was the vice president seriously losing it?
......
In the storm.
Huff... Huff...
Just a little faster...
There were so many people at the window, all waiting for him.
Someone as clumsy as him was actually being relied on like this.
Little Chi, oh Little Chi...
It’s not just Lin Yu who can help you.
I... I can do it too.
(Click...)
(The sound of a box opening.)
At the very least...
For these "3 minutes and 47 seconds"...
I’m the protagonist under the spotlight.
(Removes his watch...)
[“Yuhao, if you just put in a little more effort, maybe we could’ve had something~ Buy me two bananas during lunch, okay?”]
[“Dude, you gotta be more assertive with girls! Sometimes when they say they don’t like you, they’re just playing hard to get!”]
[“Ah, Yuhao, you still don’t get it? You’ve gotta spend money on girls to get their attention!”]
[“Oh? Your crush is the twin sister? Guess we’ll have to call her ‘sister-in-law’ from now on… What? Rude? Even you don’t believe in yourself—we’re just hyping you up!”]
[“Yuhao...”]
[“Bro...”]
(Thud!!)
(Stops dead in his tracks near the building.)
This distance.
This angle.
This timing.
Height, rain, wind speed, counterweight...
I really have to thank that girl.
For giving me this chance to help Little Chi!
That problem that stumped me for so long...
Now I know the answer!
If you want to throw something as light as a cigarette up to the third floor...
The best way is...
To tape it to a beer can!!
Now...
FLY!!
......
At the third-floor lounge window.
Whoosh!
Whoosh...
Lin Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief at the object soaring toward them.
Was this... a miracle in real life?!
Perfect force.
Perfect arc.
By the time the guitar strings flew through the window and landed right in front of Lin Yu, their momentum had just vanished—hovering for a split second before dropping.
Lin Yu caught them mid-air.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The countdown on the watch in his hands hit zero.
Lin Yu’s scalp prickled: "!!!"
So...
Zhao Yuhao had accounted for the weight.
By wrapping the strings around his watch and throwing them together.
But even then—
How the hell was this humanly possible?!
No time to dwell on it.
The screams of the fangirls around him drowned out everything else.
"AHHH!! The vice president actually did it!!"
"H-how did he even throw it up here?!"
"Quick, Lin Yu, change the strings!!"
Lin Yu didn’t have time to shout praise at Zhao Yuhao from afar.
He immediately grabbed his tools and started restringing Xiao Ou’s guitar.
Chi Qingchi stood by the window, raising a tiny fist and giving Zhao Yuhao a thumbs-up.
Too bad...
Zhao Yuhao, completely spent after his feat, staggered under the eaves and collapsed onto the ground.
He never saw Little Chi’s gesture.
......
Exhibition Hall.
The combined performance of "Wing Chun" and "Falling Petals’ Sorrow" ended.
It received the loudest applause of the night so far.
As they prepared to exit, Xiang Tiange glanced at the empty side stage, lost in thought.
Then, she turned to the host and said:
"Host, could I have a minute to say a few words to everyone?"
"With so many visitors here today, I’m truly moved."
"I’d like to represent our team and greet you all properly."
The dance troupe members beside her: "???"
What was going on?
The team leader never mentioned an impromptu speech during rehearsal!
The girls exchanged confused looks but had no choice—they returned to their positions, waiting for Xiang Tiange to speak.
......
(Extra chapter delivered! Tomorrow—or rather, next month—we fight on!)
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