Never mind that these two simpletons were earnestly cramming lessons on A Station with their phones in hand.
After Li Guang stepped onto the stage and saw the dark mass of people below, he instantly sucked in one, two, three sharp breaths of cold air and nearly suffocated himself into unconsciousness. He turned, intending to run back, but then he caught sight of Keke standing sternly in the backstage passage. The foot that had just begun to turn immediately spun back.
Standing on stage, he struggled to calm himself, Keke's words from before he went on echoing in his mind.
"There's nothing to be nervous about. If all else fails, just imagine the people below as watermelons, each head a watermelon, and you're the jackal growing them."
He didn't have the mental capacity to wonder why a jackal would grow watermelons right now; all he could think about was how to open his mouth.
As the beat drew nearer, he simply closed his eyes on stage.
