After all the expected guests arrived, a pair of senior classmates took to the stage to host the 60th Peking University Welcome Freshmen Gala...
The speeches didn't really boost the atmosphere on site. People were here to admire the goddess, not particularly interested in what the hosts said. Instead, they criticized, seemingly dissatisfied with the fiery popularity of Peking University.
Then, some dances, songs, recitations, and skits were performed.
Only one school beauty from the junior year impressed the audience by singing "You Are My Only," which drew some applause.
But the applause seemed disproportionate compared to the sea of people.
...
Meanwhile, in a makeup room behind the playground—a standalone makeup room assigned by the school, warmly and luxuriously decorated, vastly different from the changing and makeup rooms for regular students...
There were two figures in the makeup room; one was around forty years old, wearing high heels, with long, slender beautiful legs, a short black skirt, and a tight white blouse, accentuating her voluptuous figure.
Her face was very attractive, paired with a devilish physique, making her irresistible to men who fancy mature women. Despite her age, this charming middle-aged woman maintained a figure that men couldn't resist.
The other figure was about twenty years old, with fair delicate skin and hair casually draped over her shoulders, almond eyes, a cherry mouth, with lipstick highlighting her alluring red lips...
A shiny pendant glimmered on her ample chest, and the tight short dress accentuated her high-heeled silk-stockinged legs, making her even more enticing.
"Xiang'Er, why are you so persistent? Do you know? By choosing Peking University over Qing University, we'll lose a lot." The middle-aged woman softly spoke to the beautiful girl in front of her.
"Aunt Xueling, deduct the losses from my bonus! I must choose Peking University," the beautiful girl stubbornly insisted, biting her red lips.
"Tell me, why do you insist on Peking University?" The middle-aged woman asked, unwilling to give up.
"Oh, Aunt Xueling, don't ask. You'll find out later, okay?" The pretty girl, with watery eyes, looked at the middle-aged woman.
"Alright! Xiang'Er, I'll let you be willful one last time, but I hope you sing well tonight and perfectly complete the global tour concert." The middle-aged woman, none other than Nangong Tianxiang's agent Yao Xueling, spoke.
The Xiang'Er she mentioned was the Princess Xiang'Er of Nangong Tianxiang, eagerly awaited by thousands outside.
The protagonist, Princess Xiang'Er, was to perform her last concert at Peking University tonight, a much-anticipated event by her fans far and wide.
"I will sing well; he told me not to be gloomy when singing." The girl flashed a charming smile, like blooming flowers, making people feel very comfortable.
"Who is he?" Yao Xueling caught onto a hint from Nangong Tianxiang's words and quickly asked.
"Ah? What him?" Nangong Tianxiang was startled, fearing she had said what she was just thinking.
"Xiang'Er, are you hiding something from Aunt Xueling?" Yao Xueling asked, looking directly at Nangong Tianxiang.
"No... no!" Nangong Tianxiang blushed, waving her hand and shaking her head.
"Really no?" Yao Xueling asked skeptically.
"Ah, Aunt Xueling, don't mention it. Oh! I think they're calling for me, let's go see!" The girl said and strode out toward the crowd in her high heels.
At that moment, in the dim lights, she wasn't recognized, allowing her to enjoy the quiet before the concert.
On stage, the senior classmate picked up the microphone, smilingly saying, "Did everyone like the dance performed by the sophomore dance majors just now?"
"Liked..." A few voices echoed in the venue.
"Haha, glad you liked it." The senior classmate's words were a bit forced, but one couldn't beg for compliments.
"Next, the real welcome banquet for freshmen is about to begin. Let me ask, do you know who is coming to perform the last concert of the tour at Peking University tonight?" The senior classmate noticed the awkwardness and quickly took over, attempting to stir up the crowd.
"We know." This shout echoed across the playground, easing the two hosts.
If the night was immersed in low spirits, they'd be held accountable, especially with so many CEOs attending, hoping to stir up donations for Peking University's research equipment and more.
"Tell me her name, alright?" The senior host asked loudly, holding the microphone.
"Nangong Tianxiang..."
"Princess Xiang'Er..."
Various calls for Nangong Tianxiang resounded, with media readying their cameras, anticipating her appearance.
"Bingo, you all guessed right! Tonight, our Peking University welcomes the beautiful, charming, stunning Nangong Tianxiang, Princess Xiang'Er! Give your warmest applause and cheers, okay?" The host shouted excitedly on the stage.
"Clap clap clap!"
"Ah ah ah!"
Howls and cheers exploded throughout the venue, the sound echoing across, making even elderly professors feel a little overwhelmed.
This was the effect of Nangong Tianxiang even before she appeared on stage; one wonders what it would be like when she actually appears.
"Cheers and applause have been given, now let's welcome Princess Xiang'Er on stage, okay?" The senior classmate went all out, shouting like she was rapping.
"Alright." A wave of cheers ensued.
Ye Hao sat in the front row, hearing the loud cheers. He closed his ears with Inner Breath, diving into the eighth-generation system, continuing his high-tech research.
"Let's welcome our Princess Xiang'Er, and let the music begin."
A rhythmic melody began as people in the audience raised their glow sticks, showing how much attention Nangong Tianxiang received.
The atmosphere was on fire, and gradually, people began to recognize Nangong Tianxiang among them someone shouted, and everyone turned to look at her.
Nangong Tianxiang, seeing she was recognized, didn't shy away; she gracefully strode toward the stage with her long legs...(to be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)