Clad in a tight, purple evening gown, her face was porcelain pale, her eyes exquisite yet unadorned, and her long hair tied back, lending her an air of profound maturity and allure. This was the kind of woman who possessed an almost aristocratic nobility; her figure was perfectly proportioned, and the snug purple dress served only to accentuate her high and untouchable demeanor.

Leng Yue, acclaimed as the woman of the new era, harbored her innate talent beneath the cool surface of her expression. She excelled not only academically but was also beautiful and displayed a notable aptitude for business, earning her the moniker: "The Icy Talented Woman" within the academy.

"Wow! To actually see Leng Yue, my life is complete!" one student exclaimed, staring intently at her with an expression of utter infatuation.

"Yeah, yeah, we really drew the right lot this time," his companion chimed in.

It was then that Leng Yue began to walk towards them. Her expression remained unchanged, but her voice carried a hint of gentle warmth as she inquired, "It’s your turn next. Are you prepared? Do you need to change your outfits?"

"Ah...!" The two students were internally ecstatic, hardly processing what Leng Yue had just asked.

Leng Yue couldn't help but slightly furrow her delicate brows. She had seen plenty of students like this and made no significant gesture, merely tightening her frown a fraction.

Seeing the beautiful senior frown was electrifying for the two students. They snapped to attention immediately and hastily asked, "Senior Sister, what do you need us to do?"

"It’s time for your performance; hurry and get ready!" Leng Yue thought internally, feeling a touch of exasperation.

"Yes, Senior Sister!" The two first-year students replied in unison before turning back, taking three steps while looking back over their shoulders, rushing off to change. These fools, she thought, relying on three steps and a backward glance?

Yang Yi watched from the side, feeling a mixture of amusement and distress. Those two students acted like simpering girls. Such types were the most troublesome, especially when they were male. For Yang Yi, though beautiful women attracted his attention, rudely interrupting a lady was certainly not the way to go. Thinking this, he shook his head.

After the two students left, Leng Yue prepared to depart. However, she suddenly noticed someone shaking his head and a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes before she asked, "Classmate, may I ask your name?"

"Uh!" Yang Yi was momentarily taken aback, feeling an indescribable sensation. It was the very first time a beautiful woman had asked his name. Still, Yang Yi maintained his roguish smile, about to speak.

"Yang Yi, Yang Yi, who is Yang Yi?" a female voice called out, inquiring.

"That's me!" Yang Yi stood up and called back to the girl.

"Alright, you are the last act. The piano is also set up. Please head to the dressing room now to change and prepare!" the girl instructed.

"Understood," Yang Yi replied calmly before turning to Leng Yue and saying, "Junior Sister, the next time you ask someone's name, it's best to introduce yourself first, otherwise, you might end up feeding information to a pervert!"

"Eh!" Leng Yue stared at Yang Yi, struck by the challenging yet seemingly playful smile on his face, momentarily rendered speechless.

Yang Yi ignored her and naturally turned to prepare. But just as he brushed past Leng Yue, he murmured with peculiar charm, "Junior Sister, you are very beautiful. I look forward to the next time you tell me your name!"

Leng Yue, who had been standing frozen, suddenly let out a small, muffled giggle. She glanced back at Yang Yi's retreating figure and murmured softly, "Hmm, a rather interesting senior."

"Damn, I can’t believe the stuff I read in the early days is actually useful. The Complete Guide to Wooing Girls! I was so fired up reading that book, and now it's actually paying off! Ha, I'll have to review that tonight when I sleep. Gahahaha!" Yang Yi was inwardly impressed with himself. What he had just said was straight out of the book, and the more he thought about it, the wider his smile grew.

"Hey, idiot, what are you grinning about?" At some point, a female voice—no, it must be Li Qian—had approached Yang Yi and asked.

"Uh? Idiot? Me?" Yang Yi muttered, glancing over his shoulder at Li Qian. A sudden spark of astonishment flared in his eyes as he thought, As expected of the Exquisite Demoness. Her Western-style noble dress perfectly encased her long hair, making her look utterly striking, truly beautiful, and in a way that invites deep contemplation.

"Ah, Classmate Li, is there something you need?"

"Nothing much. I just saw one of our class's idiots grinning foolishly here, so I came specifically to remind him that his performance is soon. I wonder if he's actually ready, and I wonder if he truly can play the piano, as very few people in this school can. I'm just making sure our class doesn't lose face by reminding you," Li Qian finished. Internally, she felt a pang of regret, wondering, Did I really just say that to him? Or do I truly believe it?

Yang Yi listened to Li Qian's barrage of words, feeling like laughing and crying. Wouldn't it be clear whether he could play the piano in a moment? And wasn't he preparing right now? Besides, the gala had only just started its second hour; there was plenty of time.

"Rest assured, Classmate Li, I won't bring shame to our class." With that, Yang Yi quickly darted into the changing room, not at all keen on getting entangled with the Demoness.

"You...!" Li Qian watched Yang Yi's retreating back, stamping her foot in annoyance. She realized she had probably made Yang Yi angry twice today. Looking at the cello in her hands, she headed toward the stage area.

"Yang Yi? Where is Yang Yi?" a man called from the door of the dressing room.

Feeling that Li Qian had left, Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly composed himself and, hearing his name, stepped out to respond, "I'm here!"

"Oh, here, this is the attire for your performance. Change into it first; you’re up in three acts," the man, clearly a tailor or designer, said as he handed Yang Yi a tailcoat and a pair of Western-style boots.

"Got it," Yang Yi said, taking the clothes and boots, thinking inwardly, This might be the first time I’ve ever worn such formal Western evening wear!

"Damn, how long until our big shot gets up there? I’m bored by these current acts, and the school beauties aren't even performing. Ugh, what a waste of my time!" Ye Xiaohou complained gloomily while watching a cross-talk routine on stage.

"Yeah, I thought the school beauties would be performing too, but it's only acts drawn from the three grades," Xu Ming said, also sounding disheartened.

"Come on, you two, you know the organizing committee is almost entirely student council members. Do you think they have time to perform? They're swamped with setting up! Having that girl Li Qian perform is already enough to satisfy the beasts down there," Lin Fatty said contemptuously, looking at them and speaking with surprising righteousness.

"That's true, but..."

"Alright, stop talking. Finally, it's Li Qian’s turn! Holy crap, a cello..." Lin Fatty exclaimed in astonishment as Li Qian slowly walked onto the stage, carrying her cello.

It wasn't just him who was surprised; the men in the audience erupted in thunderous cheers. Li Qian tonight was simply too beautiful—no, too breathtakingly stunning.

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