Chapter 665: 264 The true moonlight, Bai Lian, can also play the guzheng_1

This was a feast for both the eyes and ears.

Jian Zhongyou and the group of teachers from Jiangyin made professional arrangements.

The spear technique demonstrated control and fluidity, strength alongside softness, without any unnecessary flourish or reliance on wirework.

It was only that final move, the Unreplicable Turnabout Spear, which could not be replicated by anyone else, that made one truly feel the oppressive aura on site–

Unmatched!

The show ended, curtains closed.

Bai Lian turned around to head backstage, where the two hosts waiting behind the curtain didn’t come out on time, standing by the curtain, motionless with scripts in hand, watching her.

The backstage wasn’t large; Bai Lian, with her right hand casually holding the spear, exuded an air of vitality that naturally made its way out, giving a slight nod to the two hosts, “Is it your turn now?”

“Ah,” the female host’s stunned face finally reacted, straightening her silver dress, “Right, right, it’s our turn.”

She tugged at the male host and walked through the curtain to the front.

From backstage, few people could see the program through the curtain, but the thunderous applause and shouts from the audience were unmistakable.

Ye Jingxian, unable to calm her nerves, had lifted the edge of the curtain to watch the performance till the end.

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Her face flushed with excitement, now seeing Bai Lian return backstage single-handedly holding the long spear, the impact made her feel momentarily dazed.

“Senior,” Bai Lian said, placing the long spear against the wall with one hand and greeting her before heading to the dressing room to change.

This outfit wasn’t unsuitable to wear outside, but at the end of September, Jiangjing was unseasonably hot.

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Outside, in the front row, the hosts were speaking onstage.

Dean Huang and the professor beside him finally recovered from the overwhelming performance; they were closer to the stage and nobody could understand the pressure of the performance better than them.

“This spear,” said Dean Feng, forgetting about the young master Jiang Fulai to his right, turning his head to speak with a familiar professor from the School of Finance, “is even better than the kid named Yan Lu who performed this summer.”

“Yes, and,” muttered the professor from the School of Finance, pushing up his glasses and speaking softly, “didn’t she look a lot like our… senior sister when she held the spear just now?”

“Exactly,” Dean Feng agreed immediately, nodding his head, “who is this person?”

This wasn’t just his impression but the first impression of everyone present.

Senior sister was the term all students at Jiang University used to address the female disciple of Liang Zewen.

Of course, Liang Zewen had more than one disciple, but his other disciple was Emperor Jiang Wen, who had made numerous contributions for the Dayong in the first half of his life, only to become suspicious and persecutory, causing harm to the loyal and good, making the people of the Great Yong Dynasty’s suffer.

His merits and demerits couldn’t offset each other, but in the end, the historians still awarded him the posthumous title “Wen.”

Because of him, the Bai Family left no descendants; three heroes of the family died on the battlefield, and even now, mentioning his name incurs more criticism than praise.

General Chen Ye might not have had military talents as remarkable as the Bai Family, but he still helped Emperor Jiang Wu unify the land.

If Bai Li and Bai Zhongyu were alive today, things might have turned out differently. Every year, the Dayong Dynasty is reviewed in videos, with Emperor Jiang Wen criticized by many netizens with each review.

Thus, Jiang University had a senior sister but no senior brother.

After all, even General Chen Ye led the refusal to erect a statue of Emperor Jiang Wen.

The two hosts read from their scripts onstage, and Dean Huang let out a deep sigh; Bai Lian’s performance had impressed him deeply, and he planned to describe his younger sister’s performance to his teacher the next time he saw him.

She truly is our junior sister, possessing such skill.

While thinking this, he glanced at Jiang Fulai.

Young Master Jiang was as silent as usual. He sat in his chair, his long fingers resting on the armrest next to him, his profile as calm as jade, his gaze directed at the center of the stage, but his deep, pale eyes showed no focus.

Dean Huang looked at Jiang Fulai, intending to say something, only to see him suddenly stand up.

The next performance was a dance troupe, with only the main lights on the stage turned on.

Dean Huang was surprised to see him get up, “Are you leaving?”

“Hmm,” Jiang Fulai said, checking his phone; Bai Lian had sent him a message. She was not coming in to watch the program anymore and was heading back to solve math problems for the Boyuan class.

He was here only to watch Bai Lian’s performance, after all.

Dean Huang nodded, not surprised, considering that Jiang Fulai’s attendance at the evening party had already been unexpected for him.

He escorted Jiang Fulai to the main entrance.

In fact, Dean Huang also wanted to leave, but it seemed inappropriate to walk out just after the event started, so he returned to his seat, planning to watch a few more performances before leaving.