At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

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Chapter 122 Desires Should Not Be Hidden: Obtaining the Male God's Autograph

The performance went very smoothly, thanks to the tireless rehearsals day and night, which made the premiere even more seamless and stress-free.

The only problem was that Yuan Xiao was a little nervous at first, and her playing of a few chords wasn't perfect.

But with Su Che around, she quickly adjusted her mindset and delivered exactly what she was supposed to, which can be described as an exceptional performance.

I can't let A-Che down. He was watching me while I was playing, so I need to show him my best... I can't lose!

An Qing's performance also impressed everyone.

Her singing was consistently excellent, and the meticulous execution of every movement made her the focus of attention on stage.

A girl who is both cute and youthful, no one could dislike her.

[Having been personally nurtured by him, I must become the absolute center of attention, only then can I be worthy of the love he has given me.]

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Gu Zhi remained as steady as ever, her body swaying gently.

Her already eye-catching figure, coupled with the magical milky white...

She was shaky in every frame, a perfect close-up, and even Su Che couldn't help but turn around and glance at her twice.

[Che is really dishonest. He doesn't express what he likes, only using "I don't dislike" to cover up his inner desires. Little does he know that when desires accumulate for too long, a person will become corrupted.]

She secretly smirked, responding with her most blatantly seductive expression.

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Yu tide and Lin Xiao have always been the backbone of the team, so there is no need to worry about the performance.

The senior student, who can handle two keyboards at once, had a really enjoyable time playing the piano today.

Although I was positioned diagonally at the back of the group, I could still witness my juniors shining brightly up close.

Isn't this kind of experience more valuable than sitting in the VIP seats?

The only pity is that this isn't a performance I can have all to myself.

If he recovers, will he remember my kindness?

Is he the type to always repay kindness?

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Xiao Xiao beat the drum, silently counting the rhythm in her heart.

My heart rate is around 60-100 BPM, but when I play with him, it spikes to 120.

As a marginal member and lubricant in the team, Xiao Xiao's task is to help the senior student gather information and handle some things that everyone else dislikes doing.

For example, connecting with other teams, communicating with unfamiliar manufacturers, contacting venues, and inquiring about performance opportunities.

She handled all the agent's work herself.

I wonder if he even noticed my silent dedication.

but--

He said he'd like to go to the music store with me to practice piano again next time, and to go to the coffee shop to write together.

"Hehehehe..."

He grinned foolishly, but missed a beat.

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"We are 'Seven Colors,' and this is our first time participating in a support performance. Thank you for your support!"

After the two songs were performed, a sparse ovation rang out from the not-so-full audience.

Of course, this was significantly more positive feedback than the previous team, and Su Che was already satisfied.

On the second floor, in the regular seating area,

Ling Yao's eyes shone brightly as she watched him pack up his equipment and walk off the stage without blinking, her mouth agape for a long time.

"Hey, Aya, you look like... like the Otaku from our area."

What is Otaku?

"Otaku, you know, a hardcore fan of celebrities, a fan of puppets, the opposite of mud-type, a homebody girl, who is crazy about celebrities."

"...Was it very obvious to me?"

"Yes, I'm worried that Ni might suddenly jump from the second floor and pounce on him..."

"... "

Ling Yao had no way to refute it.

Indeed, watching the senior performers play felt like stepping into a mystical world.

I felt much better, as if I had found hope in life, or like a small boat sailing in the fog finding a lighthouse before the storm.

"Did he just glance this way?"

Ling Yao grabbed Yui's hand and asked anxiously, "Did he glance at me?"

"..."

"is not it?"

“Aya…”

"is not it?"

"Okay, yes, he even smiled at you."

Yui said helplessly.

"I knew it! I knew today wouldn't be a wasted trip. Hmm, senior isn't the cold-blooded, heartless kind of person. Hmm."

"..."

Sensing the pressure emanating from someone, Yui gripped the platform handrail and looked down at the crowd below—

【well. 】

In fact, even the details of the face are not clearly visible.

Without a magnified control screen, the theater's concert hall is simply a place to listen to music, not a large-scale live performance like a music festival.

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"Next, let's take a moment to prepare, and please welcome the 'Piano Witch'—Ms. Wu You—to the stage!"

Splash splash splash splash—

A thunderous applause erupted, and some audience members stood up from their seats, determined to enjoy the upcoming audio-visual feast.

It seems that almost everyone in the audience, whether children or adults, professionals or piano enthusiasts, came for Wu You.

"Thank you all for your hard work."

Carrying his equipment, Su Che walked offstage and expressed his gratitude to everyone who participated in the performance that day.

Regardless of what happens next, at least we have given everyone an explanation so far.

With a holistic view of the situation, he remained on high alert, fearing that something might go wrong at any point.

Fortunately, everyone's efforts were not in vain.

"Junior, you look like you need a rest."

Yu tide secretly observed him the whole time, knowing that he was on the verge of collapse, and that the building could crumble at any moment.

I couldn't help but walk over to him and whisper a reminder:

"There is more than a week of rest between the end of this performance and the next rehearsal. You can relax and clear your mind. Don't push yourself too hard."

"it is good."

He gave her a grateful look, and then, guided by the staff, went into the backstage dressing room.

The other girls exchanged glances and followed them inside.

As soon as she entered the room, Yuan Xiao collapsed into a comfortable chair, as if all her strength had been drained. "So this is what performing feels like..."

She remarked, "Playing the piano in front of so many people is definitely different from practicing alone at home."

"Of course, often the more afraid you are of making mistakes, the more likely you are to make them. This is especially true in front of outsiders."

Gu Zhi sat down next to her sister and put the zither away.

"But sister, you've never performed on stage before, so why do you look completely relaxed?"

"I?"

Gu Zhi thought for a moment and then gave her answer:

"It's alright, as long as you treat the people in the audience as inanimate objects or corpses, it'll be fine."

"Corpse...corpse..."

"Ah."

The sisters have always communicated like this: they seem to be talking about the same thing, but their logic is completely different.

On the other side, Yu tide was actually sitting with An Qing.

The end of a performance is often the best time to cultivate relationships among teammates.

Generally speaking, if you're curious about someone, just sit down next to them and chat for a bit; you usually won't go wrong.

"An Qing."