344: Too Kind

Too Kind

Ling Sheng said, "Why were you not careful? You guys are about to go on stage. How's his injury? Did you take him to the hospital?"2

"The guys went to the washroom and were playing around on the way there, so he sprained his ankle. It's already swollen, but he's gone to the infirmary. It's not a big deal. He just can't dance anymore." Liu Sui was anxious, but this was a done deal. "Sister Sheng Sheng, can you replace that brat?"

Ling Sheng pointed at the tip of her nose. "Me? You're all boys. Why would a woman like me join you?"

"Sister Sheng Sheng, only you can go on stage. No one else knows how to dance. You danced better than us during the rehearsals." Liu Sui looked at her pleadingly and put his palms together.

The others also helped him persuade her. She was the only one who could save the day. No one else could. They could not lose someone or not perform!

Ling Sheng, who was entrusted with this important mission at a critical moment, had no place backstage and thus went to the empty classroom in the library. She practiced with them a few times to get the rhythm and familiarize herself with the routine.

When it was almost time for them to go on stage, they hurried backstage to wait for their turn.

The rain outside was getting heavier, but the show was not interrupted. The students were also braving the rain to watch the show. Behind them were a few seniors who had graduated from the Imperial Capital University, including Luo Xin. They were all influential celebrities in the entertainment circle who were very popular.

The fans had come specifically to support their idols. Even if hail fell from the sky, it would not stop their passion.

Ling Sheng had joined them at the last minute, but her dance moves were even more precise than theirs. There was no need to worry. She just had to practice her singing. She put on her earphones to listen to the song and practiced Shen Le's part.

The lounge backstage was a temporary shed. Ling Sheng, who was focused on singing, was sitting on a chair in the corner.

The resting area next door was reserved for Luo Xin. She stood at the door and watched the rain get heavier and heavier, her beautiful face full of worry.

Behind her stood a handsome young man. His heart ached as he looked at her and said, "Xin Xin, wait here for a while. I'll talk to the person in charge. The order of appearance can be changed."

"I don't think that's a good idea!" Luo Xin frowned, but her expression remained cold and elegant. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Senior Fu, there's no need to trouble yourself. It's just some light rain. I'm fine."

Then, she covered her mouth in discomfort and started coughing. Her face was pale, and she looked sickly.

The man beside her was Fu Qingyuan, a senior who was two years older than her. He was a top student in the Imperial Capital University's Architecture Department, but he had liked music from a young age. Eight years ago, he had debuted as the champion of "China's Singing Music" and had become a composer. During the eight years after his debut, he had won countless awards and become the leader of the younger generation of singers.

"No, you're still sick. You can't be in the rain. I'll talk to them and make sure you go on stage first." Fu Qingyuan looked outside. The rain seemed to be getting heavier.

"There's no need," Luo Xin said apologetically. "I don't want to get drenched, but do the others want to? Senior Brother Fu, I've almost recovered. There's nothing wrong."

"No." Fu Qingyuan refused. "You're too kind. You always think about others. Why don't you think about your own body? They are a group of boys, so what if they get drenched? They'll understand. I'll go talk to the host and get ready."

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