Chapter 669: Little Sister 266’s divine move, impromptu arrangement: Simple_1
The auditorium borrowed Jiangyin’s sound system, which delivered a full, clear, and well-rounded sound, with the layers of various instruments distinctly overlaid.
The bass was turned up to the max.
The enjoyment was as thrilling as listening to a master-level music ensemble live.
So after the opening performance, even the second dance group to take the stage seemed lackluster in comparison.
Not to mention the final instrumental solo performance.
It was too bland.
...
The bullet screen comments were still discussing it.
[Moreover, the Guzheng doesn’t sound as good as the song “Everlasting”]
[Of course, only my Yan Lu can pull off that song best]
[Where have you placed the god of picking and the simplifier?]
[Speaking of which, did anyone else think that the background music for the opening dance was really good? I’ve been trying to identify it for ages but can’t figure it out]
[And the style… who dares to tag Dean Jian?]
[…]
The bullet screen comments started to chat idly, as the live broadcast room had lost interest in the final Guqin performance and began discussing where exactly Bai Lian’s opening tune came from.
But after three hours, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of edited clips on the internet of Bai Lian’s spear segment, yet tens of thousands of netizens were unable to trace the music’s origin.
Those present at the evening gala were also whispering and discussing among themselves.
Disappointment was thick in the air; everyone originally thought that after such an explosive opening, the finale would be even more spectacular. They didn’t expect that even the opening BGM couldn’t be outshone, and the whole event ended on a downbeat note.
Bai Lian was responsible for the explosive start, while the rest ensured the low ending.
The people who had managed to secure seats in the front few rows were already leaving with their phones, “If I knew it would be like this later, I wouldn’t have rescheduled. My 7 PM high-speed train would have been just right, leaving after the opening.”
“Yeah, me too…”
“…”
Yan Zhiming and the folks from the Finance Student Council were standing in the first two rows, and they could overhear these quiet discussions clearly.
The finale hadn’t even finished before half of the audience had left.
Even some of Bai Shaoqi’s fans felt that the finale content was mediocre.
The gala opened with a bang but closed almost without a whisper.
Everyone only remembered Jiang University and the Physics Department, along with Bai Lian, who even made it to the trending searches, while hardly anyone mentioned the Finance Department that had put effort into promoting from the start.
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When it did come up, it was mostly remarks about the later programs lacking in excitement.
“President Ba,” Yan Zhiming looked at Ba Shiming, “if your student council’s program was that good, why didn’t you say something earlier?”
If they had known earlier, they wouldn’t have scheduled Bai Lian’s performance so soon.
Ye Jingxian thought about last week, when they were not even granted a few minutes for a dress rehearsal on stage, all for the sake of the Finance Department’s newcomers’ sound check, and she smiled, “Minister Yan, we wanted to rehearse first last week, and you didn’t let us.”
Yan Zhiming and the others had no response.
Who could have known?
Aside, Kong Wei and Yu Simin were packing up their things, both feeling that Bai Shaoqi’s Guqin playing was actually quite pleasant to the ears. It just lacked the bombastic impact of the opening dance music.
Not to mention the visual effects—we’re talking about tens of millions of Yan Lu’s fans who felt that Yan Lu’s spear-wielding couldn’t match up to Bai Lian’s.
“What do you think,” Kong Wei collected the cups beside the first row and lowered his voice, “Tang Ming said Bai Lian plays better than Bai Shaoqi. What would it be like if she played the Guzheng?”
Yu Simin picked up the water bottle, “Don’t mention it, I’m curious too.”
It just felt like a missed opportunity this time.
**
Shanhai Apartment.
Bai Lian was in the study room 303, pressing down a piece of draft paper, working on problems from the Jiangjing app.
The window was half-open, with the breeze moving the silver desk toy next to it.
Her phone rang; it was Dean Jian’s call.
Bai Lian’s fingertips were still pressing down on the draft paper as she lazily hit the answer and hands-free button, leaving the phone to the side, “Dean Jian.”
Lao Hu had sent the viral video of Bai Lian to Dean Jian. Bai Lian’s online popularity that night was no less than that of an A-list celebrity; almost everyone’s social media and short clips were flooded by that final, defining smile.
“How was it,” Dean Jian raised an eyebrow, “the sound system I provided worked well, right?”
Bai Lian jotted down a string of numbers. She had washed off the contour the makeup artist had applied and sat in her chair, bare-faced, with the hair at the back of her head pinned up again by the White Jade Hairpin: “What sound system?”
She inquired, unfazed.
“Oh,” Dean Jian remembered her dedication to studying at the Physics Department, oblivious to worldly affairs, “Jiang University borrowed a sound system from us. No problem there, the effects tonight should have been good, but you… have you specifically trained with a spear?”
On the other end of the phone, Dean Jian was still in his office.
He leaned back in his chair, his muddy gaze fixed on a tablet on his desk, with its screen displaying a slo-mo clip of a scene.