Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 740: That Unromantic Student Council President (37)

The final list of selected participants will be posted on the bulletin board, but for confidentiality reasons, the specific program will not be revealed. People generally enjoy the surprise element of the holiday and most won't actively inquire. However, some people might question Song Zhishu's name, wondering what kind of stunt she'll pull off.

"Could it be that the president arranged for someone to get in through connections?"

The boy, speaking in a joking tone with an upward inflection, had barely finished speaking when a hand with distinct bones landed on his shoulder. Thinking it was a friend, he was about to slap it away noisily when he turned around and saw a gentle face, but with dark eyes.

Zhao Eyun said in a gentle tone, "Classmate, are you doubting me?"

His words were so soft they were almost inaudible, yet they inexplicably silenced the previously noisy crowd.

Zhao Eyun's gaze was straight, his frame tall and handsome. He simply lowered his eyes, but what swirled within them was a silent, dark cloud.

The boy being stared at suddenly felt a sharp pang in his heart and couldn't utter a word.

Just then, Song Zhishu arrived upon hearing the news. She hadn't noticed the strange atmosphere at all. She only saw her own name and immediately smiled with her beautiful eyes narrowed. When she saw Zhao Eyun, she happily ran over, grabbed his hand, and led him out of the crowd, muttering, "Just you wait, this young lady will definitely shine brightly on the day of the performance!"

Zhao Eyun was a person who readily accepted good advice. He smiled gently in response, then turned around and waved his hand with goodwill before turning back to listen attentively to Song Zhishu's next words about buying new clothes for the rice bucket. "They... are really strange..." a girl in the crowd slowly spoke to her best friend.

She had worked in the student council for a while and had spoken with Zhao Eyun. Her intuition was exceptionally strong, so when she talked to him, she always felt that he was cold and distant. Despite his clear, bright face and warm smile, she was still instinctively afraid of him.

Because it's like a lone wolf whose fur has been smoothed by the moonlight.

But now, watching helplessly, she noticed that the faint, subtle aura of hostility surrounding Zhao Eyun, who was walking with Song Zhishu, had completely vanished.

really weird.

she thinks.

……

When the day of the cultural performance finally arrived, the hall was bustling with activity. Zhao Eyun had arranged everything perfectly, even having enough space to sit and watch the show. As the host read the script, Zhao Eyun couldn't help but drift off, a little figure she had already woven tucked into her pocket, pondering when to give it to him.

Before he could make up his mind, the lights suddenly went out.

He wasn't used to the dark, and before he could even squint, the dazzling lights suddenly shifted, and the dragon kissed the girl's gorgeous dress.

Zhao Eyun heard the gasps of those around him, and then looked up. Suddenly, a vibrant, extremely bright color burst into his black and white pupils.

Suddenly, Song Zhishu raised her delicate chin, her bright, outlined eyes piercing through mountains and rivers, looking straight at Zhao Eyun.

Even amidst a sea of ​​people, she was still able to find him accurately.

As usual, she squinted, and a confident, flamboyant smile appeared on her lips, more dazzling than the lamplight itself.

Zhao Eyun's knuckles curled slightly, and suddenly she felt thirsty again. At this moment, the entire place was silent, but the admiring gazes seemed to solidify, fixed on the girl's full figure, which looked as if it were about to be covered with wings.

With each spin and leap, the world seemed to move for her. When the light shone upon her, she would always step back slightly from the center of the light, like a goddess unconstrained by the light and heat of the world.

But God doesn't care about everything. For example, she likes to casually glance at a person's face with her eyes every time she turns around. At this moment, she will squint slightly, and the sparse prisms of light will suddenly sparkle in those beautiful gems.

In this vast space, among thousands of spectators, only the two of them knew that there was no explicit, ambiguous connection between them.

Zhao Eyun thought he was no longer afraid of anything, but now he suddenly wanted to go outside, to exhale the sweet, cloying, and unsettling breath stuck in his nostrils. But the truth was, he couldn't move at all; his eyes were fixed on the graceful figure on the stage. The elegant, low-pitched piano music flowed gently into his ears, and her once clear voice echoed in his mind: "Zhao Eyun, would you like to dance with me?"

His usually steady breathing suddenly became erratic for a moment. He immediately closed his eyes, and at the same time, the melodious piano music ended with a barely perceptible plucked note. A long pause followed, then bursts of applause filled with complex emotions. Zhao Eyun almost stood up abruptly, uttered a hoarse apology, and walked out at a barely normal pace.

The cultural performance was a lively affair, and there was hardly anyone outside. The moonlight swayed and dappled, creating a cool and distant atmosphere that calmed his heartbeat slightly. He started to wander aimlessly, but a sweet feeling still welled up in his heart from time to time, a sensation he had never experienced before that even made him frown.

He swayed lightly to the school gate under the moonlight. When he realized what was happening, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Shen Zhong'er's angry voice, mixed with a sharp female voice.

He narrowed his eyes, turned slightly to the side, hid in the shadows, and looked over.

Not far away, Shen Zhong'er looked terrible, almost as if he were arguing with the elegantly dressed, exquisitely made-up lady in front of him. His hearing wasn't bad; he caught a few snippets of their conversation.

"Mom is doing this for your own good. That girl isn't a good match for you. You don't listen to your dad and me, so what's wrong with me warning her? After all, I'm your mom..."

Shen Zhong'er's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost roared, "Who do you think you are to interfere in my life?! We have nothing to do with each other after you erased everything about me! I'm warning you, don't ever appear in my sight again, get as far away as you can, get out!!"

The woman's face was deathly pale, her whole body trembling. She pointed at him with trembling hands, but Shen Zhong'er didn't look at her again and anxiously went to find Shen Chu.

The security guard was just sitting in the security room, cracking sunflower seeds and watching. He had just gone to talk to them, but neither of them paid him any attention. He was happy to watch the gossip, since no one was watching anyway.

The woman stood there for a while, taking a short time to calm down. Only when her beautiful eyes were filled with soft light again did she turn to leave. "This parent..."

The gentle, clear sound was very comforting on this clear night with swaying pines and bamboos. The woman paused, then turned around to look.

The young man in school uniform carried Liang Yue on his back. He was handsome and refined, with a pure and elegant appearance. His slightly long, tousled hair partially obscured his features, but the malice that flowed and fermented in the darkness made him appear cold and sinister. Especially now, looking at the exquisite noblewoman in front of him, he actually chuckled softly with a sense of pleasure. The laughter was not loud, but the few notes danced in the silent night, sending chills down one's spine.