classifiedscript Chapter 577 The Scissors Door Opens, Roses Bought for Free
Chapter 577 The Scissors Door Opens, Roses Bought for Free
There's a popular saying: When God closes a door, he always opens a window.
But at this moment, as the tens of thousands of teachers and students below the stage gazed at the radiant Jiang Wanyi on stage, they probably had only one thought in their minds:
This world is sometimes so "unfair"—God not only opened all the doors and windows for her, but perhaps not enough, he also ripped off the roof of her house and gifted her a dazzling starry sky!
She is not only incredibly beautiful and pure, almost like a "femme fatale," but she also has a clear and ethereal voice, and her breath control and pitch are excellent when she sings.
Not only is she a good singer, but her dance skills are also incredibly solid.
Her waist was as supple as a willow, and her curves were fully displayed with every turn and leap, showing both strength and grace.
The stage was shrouded in a thin mist created by dry ice, making her seem like a fairy who had suddenly appeared in the woods under the moon, or a fairy about to ride the wind and return home.
A graceful ancient-style song, paired with an exquisitely beautiful yet subtly powerful Chinese dance, perfectly combines classical charm with modern stage performance, directly capturing the aesthetic points and emotional resonance of the audience.
The audience was packed with people, especially the boys' section.
At this moment, more than 90% of them were as if they had been frozen in place by a spell and had their souls hooked, their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly agape, completely absorbed in the scene, forgetting even whether their phones, which were recording videos, were steady.
The reason she became the undisputed "top white moonlight" of National Taiwan Normal University was never solely due to her stunningly beautiful face.
Rather, it is the combination of multiple "buffs"—top-tier looks, a gifted voice, professional dance skills, and a pure yet slightly aloof temperament—that created this almost unrepeatable campus legend.
However, no matter how beautiful the singing or how stunning the dancing, there will eventually come an end to the performance.
As the song drew to a close, the accompaniment became increasingly ethereal and distant.
In Jiang Wanyi's singing, the disappointment that was originally perfectly hidden seemed to seep out quietly with the emotional investment, tinged with a faint, lingering sadness and grievance.
Her gaze once again involuntarily drifted towards that empty seat.
"In the end... he still didn't come?"
This thought caused the last high note to have a slight, almost imperceptible vibrato, which unexpectedly added to the poignant beauty.
As the last note dissipated like wisps of smoke beneath the dome.
Jiang Wanyi stepped to the final drumbeat and paused to conclude the dance.
She tilted her elegant, swan-like neck slightly upward, her arms outstretched like wings, and slowly closed her eyes, a single, invisible tear seemingly hidden beneath her trembling eyelashes.
A moment of absolute silence fell over the entire stadium, as if frozen in time by that ultimate beauty and a touch of melancholy.
immediately--
"Whoa!!!!"
The entire audience erupted in the loudest, most enthusiastic, and longest applause and cheers of the night, the sound waves almost becoming tangible!
Everyone was clapping and cheering loudly, and the atmosphere reached its climax.
But amidst this overwhelming, deafening cheer—
A sudden change has occurred!
"boom--!!!"
A deep, resonant roar, as if from the depths of the earth, came first.
Immediately afterwards—
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A violent, high-pitched roar, filled with the sound of metal tearing apart, like an ancient beast breaking free of its shackles, accompanied by unparalleled mechanical violence and sound waves, suddenly and unexpectedly exploded from afar on the outer main road of the school!
That voice was so domineering and penetrating!
It brutally tore apart all the lingering musical notes, applause, and cheers, like an invisible hammer that slammed into everyone's eardrums and hearts!
The cheers of the tens of thousands of students who were immersed in applause suddenly stopped, and they all froze, their faces filled with astonishment and confusion.
On stage, Jiang Wanyi, who had just emerged from the emotional reverie of the dance and slowly opened her eyes, suddenly shuddered. Instinctively, with disbelief and astonishment, she abruptly turned her head, her clear gaze instantly fixed on the direction from which the terrifying sound had originated...
Just as tens of thousands of people in the audience craned their necks, looking at each other in disbelief, wondering what kind of "monster" had come from outside.
A deep, resonant sound, like the breathing of a beast, came through the engine at idle.
Then, at the intersection of the glaring lights in the parking lot and the diffused light and shadow inside the stadium.
The dark gray Pagani, with its sharp lines and futuristic design, stood there quietly, like a mechanical behemoth emerging from the night.
Most strikingly, its iconic butterfly-wing scissor doors slowly and ceremonially rise upwards, like a giant beast spreading its wings to reveal its sophisticated cockpit.
Under the gazes of countless people, both inside and outside the arena, who were almost stunned, curious, and shocked, Ye Fan slowly stepped out of the driver's seat and stood still.
He was dressed in a seemingly simple but actually well-tailored casual outfit, his posture upright, a faint, composed smile on his lips, completely oblivious to the thunderous stares around him and the car that could ignite any occasion.
At that moment, Jiang Wanyi, standing in the center of the stage, with the lingering rhythm of the dance still on her fingertips and her heart filled with grievances, felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and then suddenly released, causing her to miss more than one beat.
Blood seemed to rush to the top of my head instantly, and all the noise in my ears quickly faded away.
Immediately, her large eyes, which had been filled with disappointment, seemed to be filled with the most brilliant galaxy, shining with a dazzling light that had never been seen tonight.
All the gloom vanished, leaving only pure surprise and joy.
He finally came!
Moreover, it was done in such a domineering, undeniable, and "Ye Fan-like" way!
However, she was not the only one on the stage at this moment.
In the shadows backstage, Li Que, poised and confident that his moment had arrived, held a bouquet of ninety-nine red roses—an extravagantly large arrangement—with what he considered a deeply affectionate expression on his face.
He took a deep breath, and with what he thought was the most handsome and dashing gait, which was actually a bit deliberate, he strode confidently to the center of the stage, his target Jiang Wanyi.
"Wanyi!"
He raised his voice, trying to drown out the noise in the room, and put on a smile he had practiced countless times: "Your performance tonight was so beautiful. This bouquet of flowers represents my feelings, and I'm giving it to you. I hope you like it..."
However, Li Que's heartfelt confession, which he had rehearsed countless times and thought would move the entire audience, was only half-finished.
He saw that Jiang Wanyi, who had been standing quietly with her eyes looking at the side door, seemed to have been suddenly injected with boundless energy.
Surprisingly, she was so happy that she abandoned her usual "goddess" image and jumped up and down like a little girl who had received a beloved gift, her face beaming with a radiant smile he had never seen before.