Lu Xingyan walked to the front holding a bouquet.
There was a certain height difference between the stage and the audience seats, and no steps. A school staff member came over to maintain order and asked him if he wanted to go backstage.
“No need.”
Lu Xingyan didn’t even give a glance, just stared straight at Shen Xingruo on stage.
The deep brown body of the violin was slanted on her shoulder. Her eyes were slightly lowered, her expression serious.
The violin bow moved with the rhythm, dancing on the strings, and her fingers, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, danced on the strings.
Her fingers were slender and graceful, the joints shiny and white, each movement was like a frame of dual enjoyment of auditory and visual.
Lu Xingyan leaned against the wall, engrossed, not blinking for quite a while.
It was hard to see clearly from a distance, but as he approached, he discovered that she was truly perfect.
If everyone’s life has some highlights, then Shen Xingruo was probably born with a spotlight, always shining wherever she went.
Especially when she stood on the stage, even her strands of hair exuded elegance.
Lu Xingyan had seen many “other people’s children,” but he had to admit that most of them were not as flawless in every aspect as Shen Xingruo.
And she was so beautiful.
Yes, mainly beautiful.
Sitting in the front row were some leaders and important figures. A prominent figure in the field of music education and the school party secretary praised, “Secretary Liu, your school has very high-quality students. The one on stage is an art student, playing the violin excellently, and her image and temperament are impeccable.”
Secretary Liu modestly responded, “Mainly, it’s the student’s diligence and eagerness to learn. All we can do at our school is to educate and guide.”
He paused, then added, “But this girl isn’t an art student. Her grades are quite good. She was even first in the sophomore humanities class in the last monthly exam.”
“That’s excellent.”
Secretary Liu smiled, “As you know, our school has always been relatively open and free, and we encourage students like her to cultivate their interests and hobbies while studying.”
Actually, as a secretary, he couldn’t recognize many students. He just happened to echo what the grade-level leader from the other side had said, conveniently ignoring the part about her being new to the school.
Lu Xingyan didn’t know what they were talking about, but as he glanced around the stage, he saw the leaders in the front row occasionally whispering to each other, all looking satisfied and nodding frequently.
The music stopped, and the performance ended.
Shen Xingruo moved the violin from her shoulder and bowed deeply.
Soon, thunderous applause erupted from the audience. The boys from the sophomore year enthusiastically cheered, shouting, “Goddess! Goddess!”
Xu Chengzhou and his group had initially thought it was a class performance, so they didn’t want to get too excited, just clapping politely.
But Chen Zhu, who had sneaked from backstage to watch Shen Xingruo’s performance, kept his eyes on the stage, but wasn’t shy about pinching Xu Chengzhou’s arm, “What are you staring at? Join in! You haven’t eaten yet!”
Xu Chengzhou stood there, arms crossed, for a few seconds, before finally leading the boys from his class in shouting together.
The noise below the stage became deafening.
As Shen Xingruo finished bowing, she happened to see Lu Xingyan jumping onto the stage effortlessly, one hand supporting himself on the stage floor, the other still holding the flowers.
In the brief moment of surprise on Shen Xingruo’s face, Lu Xingyan suddenly removed the hint of amusement from his eyes, stepped forward quickly, grabbed her wrist, stepped in front of her, and the hand holding the flowers wrapped around her slender waist.
—Bang!
In just a second or two, Lu Xingyan felt a dull pain at the back of his head.
The mineral water bottle was still half full, and it took some effort to throw it onto the stage, but he managed to throw it accurately.
The pain wasn’t particularly intense, but the sound was quite loud.
The audience below erupted into commotion, looking around to find the person who threw the mineral water bottle.
But that area was already dark, and the person who threw it had already run away. By the time they looked along the trajectory of the bottle, there was no one there.
Shen Xingruo hadn’t expected such an incident. If Lu Xingyan hadn’t stood in front of her just now, the mineral water bottle would have hit her face.
The injury wasn’t severe, but the person who threw it intended to embarrass her.
In just a few seconds, many thoughts flashed through her mind until she heard a faint “hiss—” and snapped out of it.
She tilted her head slightly and locked eyes with Lu Xingyan. “Are you okay?”
“…”
“I’m fine.”
He remarked casually, “This isn’t my first time playing basketball.”
This was just a quick reaction.
After catching his breath, he took the opportunity to tease Shen Xingruo, “You usually have quick reflexes, but you froze when someone threw a bottle at you. Are you malfunctioning?”
“…”
“A peacock doesn’t display its feathers.”
Lu Xingyan “…”
There was a faint scent of grass and a hint of smoke on him. It wasn’t too strong, and she could tolerate it.
After three seconds of silence, Shen Xingruo said again, “When do you plan to let go? You’re hugging me like this, taking advantage of me.”