Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 958 - 462: Evil Is Brewing

After the fluid and moving prelude, came the boy’s soft chanting.

The beautiful lyrics and melody, the ethereal voice, accompanied by the pure piano piece, together constructed a wonderful illusion.

The feeling was as if all the troubles and worries of the present life had been abandoned, immersing oneself in a beautiful dream woven by the creator.

Awake on one side, sinking on the other.

And the boy playing the piano was the creator, who used those hands to dominate everyone’s joys and sorrows.

The restless venue gradually quieted down, no one spoke anymore, everyone immersed in the musical world woven by the boy.

This was a folk-style tune, the boy’s ethereal voice seemed to be slowly telling a story, the imagery vividly unfolding before one’s eyes.

The eternally blue sky, large white clouds like cotton candy, the breeze blowing through the waves of wheat, wild geese flying to the end of the sky in the afterglow of the setting sun.

A little boy happily running in the wheat field, shuttling through the free wind, jovial laughter drifting in the skies.

Not far away, smoke curling from kitchens, an old man waving a palm fan calling his grandson home for dinner...

Everyone’s memories of childhood are different, but there’s a common point, just like in Hayao Miyazaki’s animations, they are eternally pure and beautiful.

The boy reconstructed childhood for everyone with music and song, and those memories are so precious.

The final note fell, the moon rose at the treetops, and children peacefully slept under the moonlight.

The scene fell into a strange silence.

The boy in front of the piano stood up, faced the audience, and bowed.

Immediately, thunderous applause erupted, even wilder than the applause for the cello performance just now.

Shen You’an quietly watched the boy surrounded by lights and applause.

This was his new song, not yet released, its global debut.

To what extent did this song become popular later? It swept all the music awards that year, dominated the music charts for a year.

It was his first work after a three-year silence due to his parents’ scandal in his previous life; a song entirely composed by himself, a classic work that opened the market. Listening to it now, it’s still somewhat immature and tender, lacking the mature style of subsequent albums, but more fitting to the song’s temperament and style. Just looking at the emotional and immersive eyes of the audience, one knows how successful it was.

Without three years of silence, this song still arrived.

Shen You’an watched a group of socialites surround him, the boy wanting to leave but unable to, with a bitter expression, and couldn’t help but smile gently.

Rong Xianning didn’t expect that as soon as he got off the stage, he would be surrounded by a group of women.

He frowned, "Please make way."

The young women smiled as they appraised the boy’s features, growing more fond.

"What was the name of the song you just sang? I’ve never heard it before."

Rong Xianning pursed his lips and said lightly: "It’s a new song I composed myself, it doesn’t have a name yet."

Several girls widened their eyes in surprise, their gaze towards him becoming more fervent.

"To think it was a song you composed yourself, so talented."

"Could you sign for me? Sign it and I’ll have a drink with you."

The socialite speaking instructed the waiter to bring over a pen for signing, then showcasing her designer bag for Rong Xianning to see.

The implication being to have him sign on the white leather bag.

"Sign one for me too, little brother, your value is bound to soar, maybe in the future I’ll have to queue up for your autograph."

A few women chattered around Rong Xianning, likely having long forgotten their purpose for attending the soiree.

Then the group pulled out their phones, using Rong Xianning as a prop for group photos, beautifully capturing selfies.

Rong Xianning stood stiffly, expression indifferent, like Monk Tang surrounded by Spider Demons.

"Look this way."

"Little Rong, look over here."

A few flamboyantly dressed women surrounded Rong Xianning, taking selfies with their phones, instructing him to look here and then there.

Rong Xianning: ...

He now just wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.

Very soon, a waiter brought a pen, and Rong Xianning was pressed to sign.

He clasped the pen, looking at the expensive brand-name bag, frowning, and asked: "Are you sure you want it signed here?"

These society ladies, all with cabinets full of designer bags, weren’t distressed in the slightest, not to mention Rong Xianning was currently the hottest star in the entertainment industry, bound to ensure no loss.

Yet before Rong Xianning could put pen to leather, disruption erupted in the venue.

A woman stumbled into the venue, her red dress showing signs of tears, her long hair disheveled, appearing extremely embarrassed.

This woman was the cellist who had performed just now.

She hesitantly rushed in, crashing into the crowd, Rong Xianning, who was close by, was bumped into a stagger, but the woman fared no better, about to fall flat on her back, Rong Xianning quickly caught her.

The woman raised her eyes in panic, meeting the boy’s gaze, hastily uttered a thank you, and was about to leave in haste.

However, by this time, many eyes were already on her, the socialites also recognized her, a girl in a blue dress intercepted her with a cheerful smile: "No need to hurry, what happened? Tell us, we’re all women, if you’re being bullied, we’ll certainly help you."

Saying words of goodwill, but those eyes were full of malice.

The woman frowned, lowering her voice, "Not necessary."

With those words, she attempted to break free from the circle and leave.

At this moment, a girl came chasing out, pointing at the woman in red and said: "Don’t let her escape, she’s a thief, she stole my ring."

The head girl immediately grabbed the woman in the red dress by the hair, pulling her back forcibly.

"Oh, turns out you’re a thief."

The girl in the red dress shook her head: "I’m not, she’s framing me."

A few glanced towards the venue, and while not many were paying attention yet, dragged the girl in the red dress to the nearest fire escape to leave, to prevent her from shouting and alarming others, covering her mouth in the process.

Rong Xianning watched helplessly as the girl in the red dress was taken away, her last gaze filled with a desperation for survival, as if pleading for his help.

The group of socialites that just surrounded him vanished in an instant, leaving him standing alone.

Rong Xianning turned and looked towards the venue, where it remained a debauched scene, he saw the boy with blond hair who was the focal point for everyone, the venue lights slightly ambiguous, rendering the boy’s profile half-lit and half-shadowed.

He couldn’t make out the boy’s face, but it was enough to understand his nobility and transcendent status.

Among all the business magnates, he was so humble and insignificant, without even the qualification to speak a word with him.

Rong Xianning remained silent for a moment, faintly hearing a woman’s desperate screams, gradually silenced under a gag.

In the dark night, sin was breeding.

Rong Xianning clenched his hands into fists and decisively turned away.

At the moment he turned, a gaze pierced through the crowd, landing on him.