stjorthotic Chapter 47 A Night of Boiling Point
Chapter 47 A Night of Boiling Point
Metal Strawberry ignited the atmosphere with their rendition of "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies." As the last note faded into the air, applause and whistles swept across the entire square.
Lead singer Ah Zhe and the band members, drenched in sweat, bowed deeply to the audience.
The opening performance far exceeded expectations, and the Edifier sound system made everyone feel like they were in better shape than ever before.
Metal Strawberry performed another original song, once again winning enthusiastic applause from the audience.
Then, the host took the stage: "Thank you to Metal Strawberry for their energetic opening! Our music carnival has only just begun! Next, let's welcome a special musician, not only a musical prodigy from our Digital Music Club, but also a representative of original music from our school. Please welcome Shen Jingyi!"
The lights changed, and a spotlight shone on the side of the stage.
Holding a wooden guitar, Shen Jingyi walked onto the stage alone. At that moment, she looked youthful and beautiful under the lights.
She walked to the center of the stage and adjusted the microphone. Amidst the expectant gazes of the entire audience, Shen Jingyi gently plucked the strings.
A clear melody flowed out; it was her original song, "Autumn Letter."
Her voice was clear and clean, as if whispering in everyone's ear, telling a story about youth and memories. There was no intense rhythm, but there was an inner emotional tension.
"The fallen sycamore leaves are scattered all over the ground, like the letters you wrote, blown away by the wind..."
The square quieted down considerably, with many people listening intently. When her performance ended, applause and cheers erupted. Shen Jingyi bowed and stepped off the stage, waving excitedly after the performance.
The host returned to the stage, his voice even more enthusiastic: "Thank you, Jingyi, for bringing such a moving original piece! Our musical journey continues. Now, let's give a warm round of applause to our special guests for tonight, the Travelers!"
"Travelers! Travellers!" The cheers from the audience were particularly loud, as many of their fans were present.
The four members of the Travelers band appeared on stage, carrying guitars and hand drums. Lead singer Amu chuckled softly into the microphone.
Good evening, friends from Xichuan University of Technology. Here's a song for you, "The Distant Place," and for all of us who are on the road.
A beautiful prelude began.
"I came treading on the moon..."
"And now, you've gone far away, taking all my dreams with you..."
Hundreds of people hummed along softly. The stars twinkled, and the winter night was slightly chilly, but the song brought a strange warmth.
Many couples snuggled together, immersing themselves in the collective romance.
The Travellers performed three songs in a row before leaving the stage amidst enthusiastic cheers, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.
Everyone knows that Tang Lei, who is most looking forward to the show, is about to make his appearance.
The school auditorium, however, felt like a completely different world compared to the sweltering heat of Mingde Square.
The stage was undeniably glamorous, but the deserted audience was like a bucket of cold water poured over the organizers.
The front row of seats for leaders was sparsely populated, while the student area at the back was shockingly empty.
The few audience members present mostly looked detached, engrossed in their phones, offering only polite applause to the performance on stage.
The principal sat in the center of the front row, seemingly distracted.
As another group dance ended, the performers bowed, and sparse applause rang out from the audience.
The principal turned his head slightly and whispered something to the secretary of the school's Youth League Committee beside him. The secretary looked somewhat embarrassed.
Student council president Gao Yu stood to the side of the stage, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.
He looked back at the sparse audience again and again, each sparse clapping sound like a slap in the face.
Chen Tao crouched down and slipped to his side, his voice trembling: "Chairman Gao... two more rows of the audience have left."
Gao Yu was speechless. His meticulously planned "orthodox Christmas party" had turned out like this. How could he explain this to the school leaders?
Just then, the principal slowly stood up. He nodded slightly to the school leaders beside him and walked towards the gate.
The principal left early!
This... is more damaging than any reprimand.
Gao Yu's face drained of all color instantly. He leaned against the cold wall, barely managing to avoid slipping.
Student union officers Chen Tao, Wu Feng, Xu Xin, and others were all dumbfounded.
The principal had just stepped out of the auditorium when a wave of enthusiastic cheers and the deep bass of music came from the direction of Mingde Square. Even from a distance, the fervor could be felt.
He paused slightly and said to his secretary, "Go take a look over there."
The secretary quickly agreed.
The two strolled towards Mingde Square. The closer they got, the more enthusiastic the roar of the crowd became. Turning the corner, the magnificent scene of Mingde Square unfolded before his eyes.
The dazzling lights illuminated the square as if it were daytime, and the temporary stage was shimmering with light, while below the stage was a dense sea of people moving to the rhythm of the music.
This was a stark contrast to the restrained and desolate atmosphere in the auditorium just now.
The principal stood at the edge of the square, not pushing any further in, but simply watching quietly.
"Principal?" A familiar voice sounded from the side.
The principal turned his head and saw Teacher Zheng from the school's Youth League Committee waving at him and squeezing through the crowd.
The principal asked, "Who spearheaded this digital music festival?"
"It's Lin Feng, a senior student in the Electrical Engineering Department, and the president of the Digital Music Club," Teacher Zheng quickly replied. "Their activities are very innovative and popular among students."
"Lin Feng..." The principal nodded in approval, "He has ideas and can mobilize social resources. Why haven't I heard of such an outstanding student before..."
The principal's affirmation secretly relieved Teacher Zheng. He realized that his previous support for Lin Feng had paid off, and Lin Feng had not disappointed him.
At this moment, the Travelers band had already left the stage.
The host used a longer pause than ever before to build up the audience's anticipation.
Below the stage, the sound of shouts had coalesced into rhythmic chants:
"Tang Lei!!"
"Tang Lei!!"
"Lilacs!!"
The cheers grew louder and louder, and all activities in the interactive experience areas were temporarily suspended as everyone craned their necks to look at the stage.
Backstage, Tang Lei stood quietly by the stage, holding his wooden guitar. He closed his eyes, trying to feel the deafening cheers of his classmates.
On the side of the stage, Lin Feng put down his walkie-talkie, crossed his arms, and looked at the stage expectantly.
Beside him, Manager Zhang from "XunJie Audio" rubbed his hands together, his eyes wide open; Manager Chen from "China Mobile" Xichuan Company stood aside, eagerly awaiting Tang Lei's appearance.
In the distance, the principal and Teacher Zheng held their breath, eager to see for themselves what made this singer, who had caused such a stir throughout the school, so captivating.
Under the watchful eyes of thousands, amidst a deafening roar, the host strained his voice and screamed:
"Next! Let's give a wildest welcome to Tang Lei, the original singer of 'Lilac Flower' and a famous online singer!!"