'She had just been thinking that no matter how outstanding Zhao Rui was, he was at best a Martial Arts Student.'
But she never expected to be proven wrong so quickly—according to the host, this new piece was something he and the girl on stage had created together.
'It's so beautiful.'
'And the way he just descended onto the stage... he was so handsome.'
'Compared to him, Xue Meng doesn't seem like such a big deal after all!'
'I really want to steal He Wanqing's boyfriend!'
Her companion felt a shiver run through her, an indescribable thrill welling up inside.
On the stage, Zhao Rui landed lightly in the center, flute in hand, and slowly walked to Ouyang Xin's side.
Their eyes met, and they both broke into a smile.
The sounds of the flute and zither instantly intertwined, merging into a vast wave of music that swept across the entire athletic field.
