Douluo Continent: Getting Stronger After Heartbreak

Chapter 27 On the Importance of the Opening

"We didn't expect Rongrong and Qin Jian to give us another surprise after not seeing each other for half a year."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at the expressions of the people around him and knew that Qin Jian and his group's appearance was a great success and had overshadowed everyone else.

Even if their subsequent performances weren't that great, their first impressions had already set a good precedent for them.

"Qin Jian, no wonder you suggested walking the red carpet, it turns out it was all to grab that first impression..."

Xue Qinghe stood to the side and in front of Qin Jian and the others, his eyes fixed straight ahead, but his lips moved slightly: "You really do have some unique ideas."

"Hmph! Despicable!"

Xue Ke's words were not so pleasant.

After all, they were young and impetuous. Xue Qinghe could remain calm, but Xue Ke could not. She was eyeing Ning Rongrong with a fierce determination!

"Xiao Ke, put on a smile, don't break character..."

Xue Qinghe hurriedly reminded him, "If you break your composure now, our first impression will not only be that we won't beat Qin Jian and the others, but that we're completely doomed."

Upon hearing this, Xue Ke quickly composed herself, but couldn't help but let her lips move slightly: "Hmph, you'll be dumbfounded when the performance comes. Don't even think about beating us!"

Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong kept their eyes straight ahead, completely ignoring them.

Because they had agreed beforehand not to break their promise at this moment, and besides, they were the temporary winners, so why should they argue with the losers...

"Ding ding dong..."

Just then, as all the performers had taken their positions, elegant light music began to play softly.

As the music played, pairs of students on stage began to dance a brand-new court ballroom dance.

The unprecedented dance amazed everyone.

Although Xue Qinghe and Xue Ke were the team leaders, most people still focused their attention on Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong because of their stunning appearance.

Then they gradually discovered that although Xue Qinghe and Xue Ke's dance seemed harmonious at first glance, upon closer inspection, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong's was more fluid and graceful.

"I haven't seen Rongrong for half a year, I almost didn't recognize her..."

Ning Fengzhi looked at his beloved daughter dancing like an elf on the stage, his eyes somewhat dazed.

"Yes, who would have thought that the two of them could learn court dance so well..."

Sword Douluo was also moved, but also somewhat regretful: "If this is the graduation assessment, then they will definitely win. It's a pity that they still have to perform on their own afterward. Without the royal family backing them up, they will definitely suffer a loss."

Ning Fengzhi nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, this kind of performance is the royal family's forte. It doesn't matter if we lose. I don't think they'll insist on making a big deal out of a child's bet."

Sword Douluo nodded as well.

At this moment, the court dance on the stage had gradually come to an end, and the students left in pairs. Tang Yuehua then walked up.

"This is a brand new court dance, which was modified based on the ballroom dance brought by student Qin Jian. I would like to express my gratitude to him here."

Her elegant and noble words, however, caused a stir among the nobles who whispered among themselves.

Who is Qin Jian?

"I heard it's a student? I just don't know whose school it is..."

"..."

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo exchanged bewildered glances.

"This little guy Qin Jian can even do court dances?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

Sword Douluo said uncertainly, "It's possible he's learned some..."

Could it be that his 100,000-year life was too boring, so he studied court dance?

Sword Douluo's thoughts were a jumbled mess...

"Next up is the graduation performance of each group of students. Although I am the one who ranks them, if any of the students' elders have any objections, they can raise them, and I will handle them accordingly."

Tang Yuehua was no longer nervous in front of a group of royal nobles; her innate aristocratic air easily made her the center of attention.

As she stepped off the stage, many eyes remained fixed on her…

Next up was the performance by the first group of students, who sang a song together.

Although it may not seem difficult, the various singing techniques they displayed during the process were so impressive that even the audience, who didn't understand them, could still sense their remarkable skill.

In addition, his overall demeanor and temperament are completely different from what they were six months ago.

As the performances by the groups of trainees continued, everyone gradually became immersed in the experience.

Whether it's instrumental performances, duets, or singing, the performances are captivating, leaving one in awe of Tang Yuehua's exceptional coaching skills.

As groups passed by, fewer and fewer remained until only two groups were left.

Suddenly, all the lights went out.

"Buzz!"

Only in the center of the stage did a beam of white light shine down from above.

But there was no one there, until a girl's voice, which sounded both melancholic and plaintive, suddenly rang out.

"How could you possibly know... that my wish throughout the ages has been nothing more than to be a fool like that, and for some fool to treat me well..."

Then another faint sigh from a young man rang out.

"Who would willingly live a life of loneliness, who would willingly spend their days in solitude? If it weren't for the deepest emotions that are hard to contain, how could one's heart be so tender yet so cold as frost..."

As the voice faded, it effortlessly drew everyone into that tender and poignant emotion.

At that moment, a huge, snow-white cradle descended from the sky, and a boy and a girl sat back to back, dressed in ancient costumes, looking as ethereal as immortals.

One person is holding a guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither), and the other is holding an xun (another traditional Chinese wind instrument).

"It's Jian'er and Rongrong!" Sword Douluo's eyes lit up.

But Ning Fengzhi simply said in a low voice, "Their opening is quite interesting, let's watch closely."

Not only them, but almost everyone in the room fell silent.

Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong's opening act attracted everyone's attention.

Tang Yuehua quietly walked to the vicinity of the stage. She had never seen the complete version before, so she was very curious about what kind of performance Qin Jian had designed.

"Waaah..."

First, the ancient Xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) began to play, immersing the entire audience in a sense of antiquity.

"Ding ding dong..."

Then the serene and melodious accompaniment of the guzheng began, playing a tender and poignant prelude...

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

An unprecedented opening, unfamiliar musical instruments, and unheard-of melodies…

They were incredibly excited.

The snow-white cradle slowly turned, leaving Ning Rongrong the only person in everyone's sight.

The zither music continued, but the xun gradually stopped, and the boy's singing slowly began.

"The moon shines bright, flowers bloom on the branches, and someone is filled with longing..."

"Recalling the past, the youthful ambitions soared..."

"See you at Xiaozhu Peak, farewell at the foot of Fox Ridge Mountain..."

"Human hatred is hard to end, just as the moon in the sky is always waning..."

The boy's singing faded, but then he began a sorrowful and anguished narration: "If you want me dead, just one sentence is enough!"

"Will I be able to be with you if I become a human? Please, let me be a human!"

Those sounds were like knives, yet they pierced the hearts of everyone.

The snow-white cradle slowly rotated, and the boy faced everyone, playing the ancient xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument).

The girl's voice began to sing...

(End of this chapter)