School leaders and parent representatives watched as the atmosphere among the entire student body was energized, singing along with the student on stage, which was quite unexpected and astonishing.

This performance, which even the host couldn’t energize, was suddenly brought to a climax by this student and this song.

Fiona Grant was backstage watching the video of the performance at the front of the stage, her fingers gripping the microphone tightly, the veins on the back of her hand faintly visible.

How could this be?

When did South Grant learn to play the drums?

How come she didn’t know that?

Wasn’t she unable to play any instruments before?

How did she suddenly gain this talent?

Moreover, all the students in this performance had original acts, whether songs or dances, so why was it South Grant’s rendition of "Red Sun" that overshadowed everything else?

She thought she would embarrass her, but instead, she outshone everyone.

Whether boys or girls, teachers or parents, everyone was captivated by her performance.

Students spontaneously joined in singing, yet South Grant managed to control the atmosphere perfectly.

With a lift of her hand, everyone fell silent, and with a snap of her fingers, they all sang along again.

Fiona Grant regretted more and more; she shouldn’t have added such a program for her at the last minute.

Meanwhile, South Grant’s program on stage was reaching its finale, after which she casually tossed the drumsticks backstage, with a gesture that was indescribably free and graceful.

She bent down, picked up a guitar lying on the ground, and slung it over her shoulder.

By this time, all the students were watching South Grant, thinking the performance was over.

No one expected South Grant to pick up a guitar again. She didn’t usually join any interest classes, nor did she participate in any events. How could she know everything?

South Grant adjusted two chords after picking up the guitar, then adjusted the microphone in front of her, looked at everyone present, cleared her throat, and said slowly:

"Hello everyone, my name is South Grant."

After South Grant finished speaking, all the little girls who had been attracted by her performance screamed.

They put their hands to their lips and shouted loudly.

The entire auditorium was filled with such sounds, as if they were watching a superstar.

South Grant then smiled, placing her index finger gently on her lips, shushing everyone.

It was as if a pause button had been pressed; the sound disappeared immediately, something not many people could achieve.

South Grant continued, "Everyone should know that the host of tonight’s event is Fiona Grant. I believe everyone also knows she’s my sister. Today, my sister played a joke on me by adding a program for me at the last minute, scheduling it right after her performance. Perhaps due to the short notice, my sister didn’t have time to inform me, resulting in the band not having the sheet music for my song. I had no choice but to play the instruments myself. I can’t let my sister’s thoughtful arrangement go to waste. The drum performance is done, now let me sing a song I wrote many years ago, and never had the chance to sing to that person. Now, standing here, using this stage, I want to dedicate this song to him..."

As South Grant spoke, she began to strum the guitar.

South Grant’s words revealed several things.

First, her program today was a last-minute addition, orchestrated by Fiona Grant.

Second, not only did Fiona Grant add the program, but she also failed to notify her, nor did she inform the instrumental ensemble. It was all Fiona Grant’s own decision.

Third, the song South Grant is performing today is her own original piece.

Moreover, she intends to dedicate it to someone present, saying some words left unsaid.

The students below couldn’t help but whistle.

Everyone understood that she was using this performance as a confession.

Since the school was established, no one had ever dared to confess in front of all the teachers and students like this.

The boys were making a fuss, and the girls held a pink, beating heart secretly.

Who was the girl South Grant secretly liked?

The youth on stage was elegant and radiant, with features unmatched in their beauty, dark eyes like obsidian, tempting one to fall in.

Why hadn’t they noticed before how handsome and bold South Grant was?

Tonight, many girls became fans of South Grant, something perhaps even she hadn’t expected.