The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng's makeup and styling were completed at just the right time.

Right now, a boy is performing magic on stage. The next performance will be Wen Yisheng's classical dance.

Wei Lan was so nervous, as if she were the next one to go on stage, that she paced restlessly back and forth in the waiting area.

She turned her head and saw Wen Yisheng sitting quietly in the chair.

This ancient-style makeup perfectly complements her temperament and appearance. Her dance dress is light and graceful, and her cloud-like sleeves are like butterfly wings. This is probably what a fairy descended to earth looks like. She is so beautiful that no one can have any evil thoughts.

"Sheng Sheng, aren't you nervous?" Wei Lan sat down next to her.

Wen Yisheng gently shook her head. When her parents were still alive, she had actually participated in many performances and competitions, but they were all on small stages. She had developed a certain composure from a young age, so even if she hadn't been on stage for several years, she wouldn't be nervous.

As the magic show on stage came to an end, the host came on stage to liven up the atmosphere, and it was soon Wen Yisheng's turn to perform.

Wei Lan meticulously checked her makeup one last time: "Hua Hua was specifically in charge of taking photos of you from the audience. I've been with you backstage the whole time."

Wen Yisheng felt a warmth in her heart.

Just as the two got up to walk towards the black curtain, a girl's chattering voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Wen Yisheng subconsciously turned her head and saw a girl dressed in a similar style walking towards her...

She wore the same classical makeup and styling as her, but while the girl's dance dress was more elegant and gorgeous, Wen Yisheng's dance dress was more lively and simple, as if she were untouched by worldly affairs.

The girl was accompanied by two friends who occasionally helped her adjust her skirt and hair accessories.

The waiting area was so small that both sides looked at each other with curiosity.

"What's going on..." Wei Lan whispered in surprise, "Is it a style clash? This girl is also performing classical dance?"

"But it's our turn to perform next, what are they doing here...?"

Wen Yisheng also found it strange, but she didn't have time to think about it, as the host was announcing the next program.

The host's voice was transmitted through the microphone to every corner of the auditorium.

Ignoring the unease rising in her heart, Wen Yisheng took a deep breath, curved her lips into a smile, and adjusted her facial expression, preparing herself.

"Next, please enjoy the traditional Chinese dance performed by Jiang Yan, the freshman Chinese literature goddess!"

"【The Tang Dynasty】".

A wave of applause followed, echoing throughout the auditorium, and the cheers from the audience could be heard even in the waiting area.

"..." Wen Yisheng blinked, her expression frozen, and she turned her head blankly.

Jiang Yan, during the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Why not her?

She watched as the girl next to her, encouraged by her friends, walked gracefully to the center of the stage amidst applause and cheers. The spotlight shone on the girl as she danced to the music.

"What's going on?" Wei Lan was also completely bewildered.

She was the one who signed Wen Yisheng up for the performance.

She was certain that she had passed the audition for the show, and she still had a notification she received last month on WeChat: "This is a message from the student council that I passed the audition. After the magic show, it will be our turn. Sheng Sheng, look."

Wen Yisheng glanced at it and said with surprising calm, "Let's ask the person in charge of the party."

That's all we can do.

Wei Lan, being a member of the student council, went directly to the teachers and students in charge of arranging the gala's program to get the details.

After listening to the teacher's explanation, the teacher looked at Wen Yisheng. The young girl was fully made up, clearly having prepared a lot for the performance. Through her, it was as if one could truly see the captivating beauty of women from ancient times.

"The program wouldn't have any mistakes or omissions; it's likely that your performance was rejected, which is quite normal."

The teacher in charge took the program from the table and handed it to them, saying, "Take a look for yourselves and see if the dance programs you mentioned are on it."

The two took it and carefully looked through the program.

Wen Yisheng was not heard from...

Seeing the two girls' dejected expressions, the teacher in charge said, "This program schedule was printed three days ago and posted on our Peking University website. Why didn't you check it?"

The program schedule was already arranged last month, but it wasn't printed.

No one expected that things would change so suddenly, so neither Wen Yisheng nor Wei Lan paid any special attention to it.

Wen Yisheng stared at the program schedule for a long time before she came to her senses: "Teacher, can we add more programs...?"

She knew her request was difficult to make, but she couldn't help but plead for herself: "Put me last, it's just a few minutes, we've really been preparing for a long time..."

"There's nothing I can do about it," the teacher replied directly, leaving no room for negotiation.

"It wouldn't be a problem if it were just a regular gala, but this is the school's centennial celebration. Many board members, school leaders, and business leaders who support our school are attending as guests. We can't make an exception for you."

Wei Lan became agitated and slammed her hand on the table: "But last month they clearly sent me a message saying the program had been approved, and the program's schedule was already arranged. How can they just reject it for no reason?!"

A hint of guilt flashed in the eyes of the teacher in charge.