Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 576 The livestock are in an uproar

To the average college student, Li Que, who wore an Armani T-shirt with a huge logo, drove a Land Rover worth hundreds of thousands of yuan that his family had bought for him, and frequently treated people to meals at restaurants where the average cost was two or three hundred yuan per person, was indeed a "rich and handsome guy" worth talking about.

But after witnessing Ye Fan calmly wave his hand to decide the fate of hundreds of millions of assets, his car being a legendary "mobile work of art" worth half a hundred million, and his calm and composed demeanor like the deep sea...

Li Que's deliberate ostentation, flamboyant style, and his self-proclaimed deep "family wealth" were all evident in his behavior.

In Jiang Wanyi's view, it was like a kindergarten child holding up a plastic toy sword and claiming that he had conquered the world—childish, ridiculous, and full of embarrassing shallowness.

She couldn't even be bothered to compare them, because they weren't even on the same level.

She only cares about one thing now: will the person who promised her come or not?

Time was ticking away. The music coming from the front desk seemed to signal that a certain activity was about to begin.

Jiang Wanyi never considered herself superior.

She admitted that she simply likes beautiful and high-quality things and enjoys a quality life, and there's nothing to be ashamed of about that.

But she eats with good manners and has clear boundaries.

Even before she met Ye Fan, she had already decisively and without any illusions rejected Li Que's various advances, whether direct or indirect.

She has her own principles: if she's attracted to someone, she's attracted to them; if she's indifferent, she's indifferent.

What she despises most is the behavior of those who treat suitors as backup options, keeping them in a "fishpond" to compare and weigh them back and forth. She feels that this is not only a waste of time, but also a trampling on sincerity.

So, if Li Que really dares to bring out that supposedly romantic but actually coercive "public coercion" act today...

She would definitely let him experience firsthand what it meant to be "the merciless iron fist of the campus belle of Jinling Normal University" and "publicly humiliated."

Jiang Wanyi is not someone who can be easily manipulated.

Just as the two girls were whispering intimately in a corner backstage, from behind the heavy curtain not far away came the stage manager's loud, slightly anxious shout:

"Hey! Jiang Wanyi! Where's Jiang Wanyi? Stop chatting! Hurry up, the last show is about to end, and you're next! Come to the side of the stage and wait! Lights and sound, get ready!"

"Ah! Here it comes!"

Jiang Wanyi, who was lost in thought, suddenly snapped out of it and quickly responded.

She quickly stood up, gave her final quick check of her makeup in the mirror, and then bent down to carefully adjust her light blue dance costume, which was adorned with fine sequins.

The dress perfectly accentuated her slender waist and tall figure.

She took a deep breath, as if to suppress all her distracting thoughts, and then, stepping into a pair of dance shoes that matched her costume, she walked quickly toward the entrance to the side stage, where light and shadow intertwined and music flowed.

At the front desk, the lingering music from the previous program was fading, and the applause subsided.

The dry ice mist on the stage had not completely dissipated, creating a hazy sense of anticipation.

The host's voice rang out loudly through the speakers:

"Next, please enjoy the solo dance 'Moonlight Feathers' performed by Jiang Wanyi from the Dance Department!"

The moment the name "Jiang Wanyi" was uttered, the entire evening, which had been somewhat dull due to the change of programs, was transformed as if a spark had fallen into a dry haystack, or as if a ladle of cold water had been poured into a boiling oil pan.

With a "boom," it was completely ignited and detonated!

"Holy crap! Jiang Wanyi! It's Jiang Wanyi!"

"Goddess! Look this way!"

"Wanyi! Ahhh—"

In an instant, countless boys in the front and back stands sprang up from their seats as if they had heard the starting gun, waving their arms and shouting at the top of their lungs.

Deafening screams, excited whistles, and the sound of people pounding on their seats mingled together.

Among the tens of thousands of young students, the enthusiasm of the single male students reached its peak at this moment.

They craned their necks, their faces flushed, and frantically waved their glow sticks or turned on their cell phone flashlights, creating a shimmering sea of ​​light.

I only hope that this insignificant light and heat can attract even a fraction of a second of attention from that beautiful figure in the center of the stage.

Amidst the dazzling attention of thousands, and under the crown-like spotlights at the center of the stage, Jiang Wanyi subtly adjusted her breathing and nodded to the side to signal the music to begin.

However, just before the music began, her gaze, unconsciously carrying a hint of undisguised anticipation and trepidation, quickly swept across the room, searching for Ye Fan's figure.

The lights were blinding, blurring the faces of the audience into a blur of shimmering light.

Amidst a frenzied roar that nearly overturned the stage, Jiang Wanyi's gaze, like the most sophisticated radar, quickly swept across the crowd.

Ye Fan was nowhere to be seen.

Her long eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

The little bit of anticipation that had been building up in my heart since backstage suddenly deflated like a balloon punctured by a needle.

A distinct sense of loss welled up uncontrollably.

"You big liar...you promised so readily..."

She muttered something under her breath, a hint of hurt and resentment in her voice, without even realizing it.

But top-notch stage presence is ingrained in their very being, and the audience's cheers surged forth like a tsunami.

She took a deep breath, and in just half a second, that perfectly sweet and flawless smile, which she had practiced countless times, reappeared on her face.

She held the microphone with both hands, and her voice, clear and melodious, resonated throughout the venue through the speakers, like a mountain stream.

Good evening, everyone. I'm Jiang Wanyi.

She bowed slightly, displaying impeccable manners: "I will be performing a solo dance for you, which I will sing and dance at the same time—'Feathers Under the Moon.' I hope you will enjoy it."

"I love it! I absolutely have to love it!!"

"Wanyi! We love whatever you dance to!!"

"Goddess! Ahhh, look at me!!"

Before he finished speaking, the "beasts" below the stage, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, erupted in even more hysterical howls and screams.

Several bolder boys even stood up, waving their arms wildly with red faces and thick necks, and the scene briefly got out of control.

The school leaders in the front row couldn't help but shake their heads with smiles, marveling at how wonderful youth is and how popular Jiang Wanyi is.

Jiang Wanyi said no more and nodded slightly in the direction of the audio control panel.

The next moment, a prelude full of ancient charm flowed out like water, with the clear and melodious sound of the xiao and the tinkling of the guqin, instantly bringing people into the scene of a moonlit bamboo forest.

With a light touch of her toes, her supple figure seemed weightless. To the first beat of the drum, she twirled gracefully, her long, light blue sleeves billowing out like clouds, instantly becoming one with the music.