You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

The group of male students from the science and technology university quickly and sheepishly left the concert hall.

Jiang Che withdrew his gaze and put his arm around Su Qinghe as they sat down in a corner seat in the back row.

Su Qinghe's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and she leaned softly into Jiang Che's arms.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled, tinged with grievance and helplessness.

"Why are those people like this? I just played a piece of music, it's not like it's anything special, why do they have to surround me and add me on WeChat?"

After saying that, he even gave a small hum.

Jiang Che looked down at her, reached out and tidied the stray hairs hanging by her ear, and couldn't help but laugh as he said, "You're a big star at Peking University now, aren't you used to being the center of attention?"

Su Qinghe looked up and glared at him, then gently punched his arm.

"What big star? Don't talk about me like that."

Jiang Che smiled even more broadly upon seeing this, and squeezed the hand she was throwing at him. "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

Satisfied, Su Qinghe leaned back into his arms.

On the stage, the second member had already sat down at the piano.

He was a sophomore boy, and he was playing Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major.

The playing was alright.

Su Qinghe leaned against Jiang Che's chest as she listened, her head swaying slightly to the melody.

Jiang Che was somewhat mesmerized by the way the person was completely absorbed in the music.

This girl has a really high sensitivity to music.

No matter what kind of music it is, she can accurately capture every subtle emotion that the performer wants to express.

In the middle section of the Nocturne in E-flat major, the performer struggles a bit on a cadenza.

Su Qinghe frowned slightly and muttered softly, "It should be lighter here."

Jiang Che looked down at her. "What?"

"It's nothing." Su Qinghe shook her head and buried her face in his chest again. "I just feel that if I were to play this part, I would handle it more gently."

For the next hour or so, the two of them stayed close together, quietly enjoying the performances by the other members.

Su Qinghe listened intently, clapping earnestly at the end of each piece.

The exchange meeting concluded amidst applause.

Shen Yue gave a brief concluding speech, thanking everyone for their participation and announcing a larger-scale performance event next month.

When the show ended, Su Qinghe sat up from Jiang Che's arms and stretched a little.

"I found it very satisfying." She smiled, her eyes crinkling. "You have no idea how mediocre these people are when they practice in their clubs. I almost thought I was going to be completely outclassed by joining the music club."

"When I looked at everyone's actual skill level today, it turned out they hadn't been playing seriously all this time."

Jiang Che stood up and picked up her bag. "Maybe they were inspired by you? After all, you set the tone for the whole exchange meeting right from the start. If they don't step up their game, they're going to embarrass themselves terribly."

"Stop flattering me." Su Qinghe giggled and playfully punched him.

The two walked side by side toward the entrance of the concert hall.

Just as I reached the porch, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

"Qinghe, wait a minute!"

It was Shen Yue's voice.

The two stopped and turned around, only to see Shen Yue jogging up and standing in front of them, slightly out of breath.

He first nodded to Jiang Che as a greeting, then his gaze fell on Su Qinghe.

"Qinghe, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Su Qinghe blinked. "President, you go ahead."

Shen Yue's expression was very serious.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, gathered his thoughts, and then spoke.

"That's right, the Beijing University Arts Festival is starting next month."

"This arts festival is sponsored by the Education Working Committee and hosted by Peking University. It is of a very high standard, and all universities in Beijing will send delegations to participate."

He paused, then his tone became serious: "Personally, I think you are the best candidate to represent Kyoto University in the piano category, perhaps even the only candidate."

Su Qinghe was stunned.

Beijing University Arts Festival?

Participate on behalf of Beijing University?

These words bombarded her mind, leaving her momentarily speechless.

"I..." She subconsciously took half a step closer to Jiang Che, "Can I do it?"

"It's definitely possible." Shen Yue's tone was resolute. "I can say with certainty that your playing level has surpassed that of most piano students in professional colleges. This level of skill is simply a game-changer among your peers."

He took half a step forward, his gaze fervent.

"Qinghe, this is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"I won't go into the value of award certificates from arts festivals in terms of boosting your chances of getting into graduate school and enhancing your resume. More importantly, it allows you to stand on a higher stage and be seen by more people."

"This is an extremely important step for your resume and personal development."

After Shen Yue finished speaking, he looked at Su Qinghe with sincere eyes.

Su Qinghe's heart stirred slightly.

To represent the school in competitions, stand on a bigger stage, and be recognized by more people.

These were things she never even dared to dream of before.

But now, it doesn't seem so far away anymore.

She was indeed tempted.

But the next moment, Su Qinghe turned to look at Jiang Che beside her, looking at him with a questioning gaze.

Shen Yue noticed her movements.

He paused for a moment, then laughed: "Do I need to ask my boyfriend's opinion on something like this?"

Shen Yue looked at Jiang Che and said in a half-joking tone, "Junior Jiang certainly won't stop it, after all, it's not a bad thing, right?"

Jiang Che did not respond.

He simply looked down at Su Qinghe, waiting for her to make her own decision.

After receiving Jiang Che's signal, Su Qinghe turned her face back and then shook her head slightly at Shen Yue.

"President, I'm used to my boyfriend arranging my schedule, so I need to discuss this with him first."

Shen Yue's smile froze for a moment.

He didn't expect Su Qinghe to give such an answer.

In his view, most girls nowadays have their own opinions and distinct personalities.

Especially for a talented and gifted girl like Su Qinghe, she should logically have more independent judgment.

But she completely lets her boyfriend arrange her schedule?

What kind of relationship is this?

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Su Qinghe spoke first.

"Well then, President, let me think about it." Her tone was polite but carried a noticeable distance. "If I decide to go, I'll have my boyfriend contact you."

Shen Yue swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He glanced at Jiang Che.

The boy, who hadn't said a word the whole time, was now standing quietly half a step behind Su Qinghe.

His face showed no particular expression; he neither showed pride because Su Qinghe listened to him in everything, nor did he show hostility because of Shen Yue's persuasion.

He just stood there quietly.

But the aura that emanated from him without making a sound made Shen Yue realize that this freshman was far more profound than he appeared.

He recalled the rumors about Jiang Che circulating on the campus forum.

He subdued a military training instructor with one hand, confronted Liu Wei, a director of Zhenyuan Group, and became the most handsome man on campus at Peking University.

These labels, if placed on any freshman, would be enough to make him the most dazzling presence in the entire school.

But Jiang Che gives people the impression of being low-key and reserved.

This is a composure that only truly confident people can display.

Shen Yue snapped out of his thoughts and nodded to Su Qinghe.

"Okay, then contact me anytime you've thought it through."

Shen Yue glanced at Jiang Che again, nodded slightly as a farewell, and then turned and went back to the concert hall.