"Move that table outside and send the props for the next performance over … Quick, aren't the flowers ready yet? Give them to me …"
The four of them walked backstage and saw Ya Han. She was busy directing the preparations for the next performance.
Her long hair was wavy, and under her wide-rimmed, old-fashioned glasses, her gaze was calm and dignified. Her ten fingers deftly arranged a bunch of fake flowers. Although she had someone put it on the table, when she turned around, her gaze turned gentle, and she cast a slightly amiable gaze at them.
Then, a few people ran in front of her with their performance books, blocking her view.
Dongfang Wan led the three of them to the side of the stage. There was a song and dance performance outside. Looking out from here, the thousands of people in the auditorium were immersed in darkness and looked a little scary. Lingjing took a deep breath and held Shasha's hand tightly.
Jiaming looked around and smiled. "It's just a small scene. No problem."
"That's good. The dressing room is over there. Follow me."
Dongfang Wan led the three of them to the back. She softly nagged, "Lingjing's performance is in the fifteenth performance. The rest of the performances have already been pushed forward. If I knew you guys weren't going to perform in a conceptual style, I would've printed Lingjing's name on the program list so that Tan Suyan and the others wouldn't be so suspicious. But Tan Suyan … Tsk …"
"Sorry, it was a last-minute decision …" Lingjing smiled apologetically. However, Dongfang Wan shook her head. "I was talking about the one who always likes to come up with weird ideas … Lingjing, you're great. I wasn't talking about you …" She intentionally glanced at Jiaming, but she didn't dare to be too aggressive. In her heart, Jiaming had a strange temper. She was also a little worried that Jiaming would throw the six hundred yuan and run away with Lingjing.
Jiaming rolled his eyes and rubbed his nose.
At this moment, Ya Han had already settled the other trivial matters and walked towards the four of them.
Dongfang Wan and Lingjing called out in unison, "Miss Zhang." Ya Han's expression softened slightly as she asked, "Is everyone ready?"
"Okay, Lingjing should go in and change now. I'll take the tape to the sound engineer."
Dongfang Wan nodded her head. Lingjing reached into the large plastic bag and pulled out a recording tape. "Mm, this is the accompaniment … eh?" Looking at the surface of the tape, she was slightly taken aback.
"What happened?"
"This … seems to be wrong …" Lingjing said hesitantly. "Shasha, where did you get it?"
"On the desk. Last night, you listened to the music and sang along for a while before going to sleep. Didn't you take the tape out and put it on the desk?" Shasha said. "Could it be … it wasn't?"
Ling Jing furrowed her brows in distress. "No … Both are new cassettes. This one is the accompaniment to another song. Although it looks the same on the surface, there's a scratch on one of the cassettes. Look, it's here … My cassette is actually still in the recorder …"
"Ah …" Hearing her say this, everyone was stunned. Shasha looked at the watch on her wrist and was about to rush out. "I'll go get it. The bicycle is outside." Jiaming quickly pulled her back. "No, I'm in a rush. I'll go."
Sacred Heart College covered a large area. Leaving the school gate and turning around to go home would take a long time. Jiaming considered using Ya Han's car to go back, but Dongfang Wan was present, so naturally, he couldn't say it out loud. He could only give Ya Han a hint with his eyes.
"Mm, that … I'll go.
I have a car anyway, and I've been to your place.
Just give me the key. "
Ya Han nodded and walked to Jiaming's side. Just now, she said softly, "Lingjing was a little nervous yesterday, and now there's a little accident. It's best if you and Shasha accompany her." Not sure if he got the wrong idea, Jiaming pursed his lips and handed her the key.
"It's in the recorder on the desk. It's the same tape as this one."
"Okay, don't worry." Ya Han shook the key in her hand and smiled faintly. Then, she disappeared into the group of students who were preparing to perform.
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…
After Ya Han left, Lingjing changed her clothes.
She was wearing a fake two-piece black and white dress that reached her knees. A pure black short-sleeved dress with white trim was draped over a white long-sleeved blouse. The collar was slightly open, and a pair of large framed black sunglasses hung on it, adding to the color of the dress. Below the skirt were pink legs, white socks, and sneakers.
This was the style that Jiaming had designed for her. Not only did it look fresh and fashionable in this era, it was also unprecedented among the students. Together with Lingjing's fresh and mature temperament, she attracted almost everyone's attention as soon as she came out of the changing room.
Noticing everyone's gaze, Lingjing's expression was slightly uneasy. After letting out a breath, she sat down in front of an empty dressing table. Jiaming tied up Lingjing's fluffy ponytail again, did a simple trim, and then put on a layer of light makeup. During this time, Dongfang Wan and the other stylists who were doing makeup for the other performers were dumbfounded. This was because it seemed that Jiaming's movements were much more skillful than theirs.
Time gradually passed. Groups of performers went on stage and then came back again. After the makeup was done, Jiaming and the other two found a place to rest on the side of the stage and talked about some random things. Although Lingjing was nervous, she was not a rookie who had never seen a big scene before. She did not really have stage fright. During this time, she could occasionally see people pointing and talking about Tan Suyan and others.
"Could it be that she's here to cause trouble because the lead dancer was removed …"
"She's even dressed up properly …"
"Maybe it's because she's connected with Dongfang Wan …"
"I've never put them in my eyes …"
"You dare to have a problem with Dongfang Lu and Dongfang Wan, but can you have a problem with the Dongfang family …"
"So what if I have a problem …"
Just now when the twelfth performance ended, Ya Han walked in from outside. For some reason, her expression and words gave people a feeling of depression. Her complicated gaze swept over Jiaming and the other two. She handed the tape over. "Go over to the sound control and try it. See if it's this tape … I took it out of the recorder …"
After she finished speaking, Dongfang Wan had already gone to the side to grab a small recorder. After listening to the beginning, she confirmed that it was the song that was going to be performed this time.
Jiaming secretly noticed that Ya Han seemed to be in a bad mood. Standing next to him, her white fingers clenched into fists. She released them, clenched them, and released them again. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but in the end, she slowly walked to the side.
At the same time, with people whispering, Fang Yusi entered the backstage accompanied by her agent and a few school teachers.
The following scene was naturally a bit chaotic. Even though the school prohibited people from harassing Fang Yusi, asking questions, and asking for autographs, the performers were still a bit crowded.
Fang Yusi came over to greet Ya Han and said a few words to Lingjing. She expressed her gratitude to Jiaming with her eyes and actions before entering a small room on the side.
During this time, Xu Mo squeezed out of the crowd and walked to Ya Han's side. His gaze was a bit serious.
Jiaming could vaguely hear the conversation between the two.
"When I came here, I saw that your car seemed to be … injured?"
"I'm fine." Ya Han smiled.
"What happened?
You used to be very careful when you drove. "
"It's nothing, just a small accident …"
"You're not in a good mood …"
"I said I'm fine … Thank you, Teacher Xu …"
Xu Mo had been pestering Ya Han for a long time and had not given up until now. But now, it seemed that he was not the cause of Ya Han's depression.
Jiaming guessed the reason in his heart.
Not long after, the performers for the fourteenth performance went on stage. As one of the hosts, Dong Danwen came down from the stage and spoke to Jiaming and the others. Naturally, she was also thanking Jiaming for writing a song for her.
On the other hand, Tan Suyan and the performers for the fifteenth performance walked over. This was a large-scale song and dance performance. Tan Suyan had a good personal relationship with the lead dancer.
"Move, move, this is the place to prepare for the next performance. Don't block people …"
"But, I'm …"
"If you want to watch the performance, go downstairs …"
Stunned for a moment, Lingjing sighed and took a few steps back with Jiaming, Shasha, and Dong Danwen. As the announcer, Dongfang Wan had already informed her about the change in performance. However, she did not expose her at this time. Tan Suyan was her love rival and they were used to fighting in school. Naturally, she was happy to watch the show.
A few minutes later, the fourteenth performance ended. Dongfang Wan ran over with a microphone and handed it to Lingjing. Seeing that Tan Suyan and the others were still waiting there, she said, "Well … Your performance will be pushed back. There will be a special performance soon … Uh, it was originally a special performance …"
"What did you say …" Tan Suyan didn't have time to react. On the stage, Dong Danwen's pleasant and generous words had already been heard.
Originally, we invited a popular concept band in Jianghai City to appear, but because the band had something to do at the last minute, they appointed a singer, Ye Lingjing from Grade One Class One, to perform … Everyone may not be very familiar with this band, because they started at the beginning of this year. They don't release albums, they only write songs for others. According to some senior musicians, any of their songs have the ability to make a singer popular. Of course, it's just words. Whether it's good or not, it's up to you to judge … Okay, next, Ye Lingjing … "
"… Spinning Wood!"
Applause sounded. The back of the three people's hands overlapped each other and they cheered. Lingjing took a deep breath, raised her head, and walked towards the stage.
The clear music slowly sounded. Ya Han walked behind Jiaming and patted him on the shoulder. Her left hand was still clenched into a fist.
Xu Mo watched from afar, his gaze deep.
"Jiaming, I … I have something to say to you, is that okay …"
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