CHAPTER 213: 094 SWEAR TO DEFEND THE IDOL TO THE DEATH_3

Jiang Shengyao stared suspiciously at Liu Runxi.

Shen You’an, too lazy to explain much, said, "Ran into each other at the door, what’s the problem?"

Jiang Shengyao immediately waved his hand, "Of course, no problem."

Gao Yuyue set down the fruit platter, walked over to Shen You’an, pulled her to sit down on the sofa, and whispered in her ear, "You can’t fool me that easily."

Jiang Shengyao glanced in Shen You’an’s direction and pressed the bell in the private room.

Moments later, waiters streamed in one after another, filling the marble table with all sorts of fruits, snacks, alcohol, and beverages.

Especially the nine-tier fruit tower that required two people to wheel in—it seemed to hold nearly every fruit imaginable on earth.

Jiang Shengyao coughed and gave Gao Yuyue a crazy amount of side-eye signals.

Gao Yuyue rolled her eyes and picked up a plate of durian, "Wow, my favorite durian! An’an, here, have some."

Qin Xiangge pinched her nose, her delicate brows furrowing tightly.

Shen You’an, her expression unchanged, picked up a fruit fork and popped a piece of durian flesh into her mouth.

Qin Xiangge’s brows furrowed even deeper, as if Shen You’an was eating filth.

Gao Yuyue deliberately waved the durian in front of Qin Xiangge, "Hey Qin, want to try a piece? Smells heavenly."

Qin Xiangge immediately leaned her head back in disgust, "Get that away from me."

Gao Yuyue snorted, "What are you being so fussy about? Jiang Shengyao, do you think it stinks?"

Gao Yuyue abruptly turned her head to look at Jiang Shengyao.

Jiang Shengyao looked at Shen You’an, whose cheeks puffed like a chipmunk’s as she chewed, her expression one of obvious contentment.

Jiang Shengyao hurriedly said, "How could it stink? I like it."

With that, he walked over, hesitated briefly before putting a piece in his mouth, then clenched his jaw and resolutely stuffed it in.

Qin Xiangge’s expression instantly shifted, glaring sharply at Jiang Shengyao.

"Ayao, you used to hate durian the most!"

Jiang Shengyao chewed voraciously, his eyes lighting up, "Delicious."

He had absolutely committed himself to the art of self-deception.

Gao Yuyue smugly glanced at Qin Xiangge.

Liu Runxi, saying nothing, walked over, picked up a piece of durian, and put it into his mouth.

His lips curved into a smile, "Life becomes more interesting with a bit of boldness, don’t you think?"

The world is often deceived by appearances or scents, yet when it enters the mouth, the taste buds never lie.

Next came Gu Bichen...

Qin Xiangge’s face turned entirely sour, as if she were the butt of some cosmic joke.

Gao Yuyue giggled, "Some people just don’t have the palate for this, huh."

With that, she hopped off the sofa and said, "We’re here to sing tonight, not throw a fruit party. I’m picking a song."

Gao Yuyue opened the song chart and saw the number one hit was an old tune.

"’Grandma’s Penghu Bay’? Are you kidding? Since when are young people on a nostalgia kick?"

A boy playing a game in the corner didn’t even lift his head as he replied, "Clearly you nerds don’t watch TV or follow entertainment gossip. Ever heard of teen idols? There’s this talent show that went viral recently—one of the contestants, some guy named Rong something, I can’t recall. My little sister is obsessed with him. This song blew up after he performed it in the first episode."

If it could dominate the KTV charts at number one, that spoke volumes about the guy’s popularity.

Curiosity piqued, Gao Yuyue clicked on the top-ranked song.

On the 120-inch LCD screen opposite, a boy’s figure slowly emerged.

Accompanied by a gentle melody, the boy, clad in a white T-shirt, strummed his guitar and sang. His voice, clean and warm, was like a ray of sunlight on a winter afternoon.

Gao Yuyue watched, entranced.

When a singer possesses a beautiful voice and raw emotion, even lacking advanced vocal techniques, they can still resonate deeply with their audience.

The boy’s singing was technically unpolished, yet it was precisely this untouched quality in his voice, stripped of embellishment, that struck the most genuine chord.

After the boy’s overnight fame, music critics provided their analysis.

This boy was like a pure breeze sweeping through a restless world. His innocence, sincerity, and warmth were exactly what’s missing in modern society. He shattered the pretentious, fast-food music industry with genuinely heartfelt performances. His innate musicality and sensitivity hinted at an extraordinary gift. I have a feeling that this boy will usher in a new era.

When Gao Yuyue finally snapped out of her daze, she realized she was crying.

The boy’s singing reminded her of her grandmother.

Gu Bichen, staring at the boy singing on the TV, furrowed his brows slightly.

This boy...

He seemed familiar somehow.

That’s right. The day before he transferred to Lanya High School, he had stumbled upon this boy in the restroom of an entertainment venue in Jingzhou.