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The main entrance of the Student Activity Center Auditorium.

Wen Xiaoya linked arms with Wang Ye, her high heels clicking on the red carpet.

It was quiet all around.

"Zhao Feng, you call this a 'rustic' secretary-general?"

The head of the external relations department rubbed his eyes.

"Is this what your village girl looks like?"

"This starry sky dress, and that aquamarine necklace—we couldn't afford it even with the combined budgets of all the clubs in our school!"

Zhao Feng stood to the side, his crotch still stained with the red wine that had just been spilled on him.

He curled up into a ball.

He never dreamed that Wen Xiaoya, who was usually bossed around in the office, could silence everyone in the room after taking off her tattered red vest.

Wang Ye, with one hand in his pocket, led Wen Xiaoya across the red carpet.

Wen Xiaoya's palms were covered in cold sweat.

The deep blue skirt swept across the ground, and tiny crystals reflected the light from the overhead lamp.

She pressed her entire body against Wang Ye's arm, her full breasts pressed against the black suit fabric as she turned, rising and falling slightly with each step.

"Wang Ye...they're all watching us."

Wen Xiaoya's voice was very low and soft as it slipped into Wang Ye's ear.

"So what if you want to look? Just because someone's good-looking doesn't mean they can't look at them!"

Wang Ye turned his head and looked at her fair, oval face.

"Don't shake, keep your heels on steady."

"If you fall and this outfit worth over 600,000 yuan is smashed on the ground, I won't reimburse you."

Wen Xiaoya was so frightened that she quickly straightened her back.

"Don't scare me, it's over 600,000... If it gets even a little bit cut, I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I sold myself."

"Sell it to me."

Wang Ye casually added a comment.

"If we weigh it by the kilogram, I'll classify your physique as top-tier."

Wen Xiaoya's face flushed red, and she bit her lower lip, gently pinching Wang Ye's forearm.

"You're bullying me again!"

The two stepped into the inner hall.

Dozens of round tables covered with white tablecloths were set up in the hall.

The front row is filled with the names of school leaders and sponsors.

Wang Ye didn't bother to move forward at all, and led Wen Xiaoya straight to an empty table in the middle near the aisle.

I had just pulled out a chair and sat down.

A fragrant breeze wafted in from the side and behind.

Two eye-catching figures stopped right next to the table.

The one on the left is wearing a black leather jacket with tight jeans, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, and exaggerated silver earrings, exuding a rock and roll vibe.

It was Luo Ning, the vice president of the music club.

The woman sitting on the right was even taller, wearing a moon-white embroidered cheongsam with a high collar, her long hair tied up with a jade hairpin, exuding a dignified and elegant scholarly air.

It was Yu Hongyao, the president of the music club, who was stunned by Wang Ye's song in the practice room yesterday.

Luo Ning braced her hands on the back of the chair and leaned down to examine Wang Ye.

The collar of the short leather jacket was open.

"Hey, isn't this our lead singer Wang Ye?"

Luo Ning whistled, her gaze sweeping over Wang Ye's handsome face before shifting to Wen Xiaoya beside him.

"Junior, you're quite the hidden talent."

"He just bewitched our club president in the music room yesterday, and now he's bringing out this stunning beauty to cause trouble?"

"What department is this beautiful woman in? Her figure is just too unreasonable!"

Yu Hongyao stood to the side, looking somewhat uneasy.

Her beautiful phoenix eyes fell on Wang Ye, and then on the Bulgari necklace around Wen Xiaoya's neck.

Yesterday in the music room, the image of Wang Ye playing guitar and singing was still vivid in her mind.

She went back and couldn't sleep all night, her mind filled with the song "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky".

When I arrived at the party that evening, I saw Wang Ye dressed in an expensive suit, accompanied by a stunningly beautiful female companion.

My feelings are a bit complicated.

Yu Hongyao pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, her legs together and placed diagonally, revealing a small section of her fair legs through the slit of her cheongsam.

"Good evening, Wang Ye."

The sound was crisp, but carried a distinct air of arrogance.

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"President Yu, Senior Luo, what a coincidence!"

"Let me introduce you. This is Wen Xiaoya, the secretary-general of our Youth Volunteer Association."

"Xiaoya, these two are the president and vice president of the music club."

Wen Xiaoya felt a little awkward and quickly stood up to greet them.

"Hello, senior students, I am Wen Xiaoya from Class 2 of Preschool Education."

As she stood up, the starry skirt draped naturally over her chest, creating a breathtaking sight.

Luo Ning looked down at his own, then looked up at Wen Xiaoya's.

His lips twitched violently twice.

"Junior, what did you eat to grow up like this?"

"That's way too much!"

Wen Xiaoya's cheeks were flushed, and she covered her face with her two fair hands, feeling restless.

"No...no, don't laugh at me, Senior Luo."

Yu Hongyao was also a little dizzy from the swaying.

She coughed lightly and tugged at Luo Ning's sleeve.

"Luoning, tone it down a bit, in public."

Yu Hongyao looked up at Wang Ye, her tone tinged with resentment.

"Wang Ye, I sent you a friend request in the group chat during the day, why haven't you accepted it yet?"

Wang Ye picked up the lemon water on the table, took a sip, and remained expressionless.

"Well, I don't usually use my phone much. My main goal is to break my internet addiction and cultivate my character."

Luo Ning rolled his eyes and immediately contradicted her.

"Come on, you!"

Wang Ye coughed twice, remaining calm and composed.

Wen Xiaoya couldn't help but smile, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Wang Ye reached out and tapped her on the head.

"What are you laughing at? Be serious."

Wen Xiaoya rubbed her forehead, her voice sweet and cloying.

"Understood, Vice President Wang."

The moment the words "Vice President Wang" were uttered, Yu Hongyao across from him became even more restless.

"You've become the vice president of the volunteer association?"

Yu Hongyao frowned slightly.

"Didn't you promise to be the lead vocalist of our music club?"

Wang Ye put his hands behind his head.

"Adults don't make choices; I want it all."

"As long as I can lie down and relax, I wouldn't mind having ten vice president titles."

Yu Hongyao was speechless, and could only pick up her water glass and sip it gently, her gaze occasionally drifting to Wang Ye's profile.

At that moment, the lights in front of the auditorium suddenly went out.

The spotlight in the center of the stage suddenly shone brightly.

A stirring symphony emanated from the speakers.

The host walked onto the stage, took the microphone, and loudly announced the program.

"Respected leaders and teachers, dear students, the Kede College Autumn Joint Charity Auction Gala is now officially open!"

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

The auction process is progressing very quickly.

The items brought out by the first few clubs were all quite conventional.

The calligraphy and painting club took out a copy of a calligraphy piece and auctioned it for two thousand yuan.

The Hanfu club took out two sets of handmade Ming-style capes, which were bought by a wealthy girl in the audience for five thousand yuan.

The photography club produced a set of pictures of the campus in all four seasons and spent 10,000 yuan on the photos.

The students in the audience kept applauding and cheering.

For the average college student, ten or twenty thousand yuan is already a large sum of money.

Sitting in the corner, Zhao Feng craned his neck and looked around.

He saw Wen Xiaoya sitting at Wang Ye's table, along with the two most beautiful girls in the music club, Yu Hongyao and Luo Ning, and his eyes turned as red as rabbits.

Why should I?!

Why is this freshman surrounded by women, with all the most beautiful women in the school revolving around him?

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth, picked up his wine glass, walked to the front row, and approached the table of several core student council members, where he began to mutter something under his breath.

On the stage, the auctioneer struck the gavel.

"The next item up for auction comes from our school's star club—the 'Music Club'!"

The spotlight shone on the tray held by the hostess.

On the tray was an antique-looking sandalwood box.

Inside the box was a pure black vinyl record, along with a yellowed sheet music book.

Yu Hongyao took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the edge of the stage to make her introduction.

The spotlights on the ceiling of the auditorium shone on her moon-white cheongsam, making her figure appear even more elegant and graceful.

"This album is a collection of endangered original Dong folk songs, which our music club members spent two months during the summer vacation venturing deep into the mountains of southeastern Guizhou."

"The elderly there have no written records; all the melodies are passed down orally."

"We used professional equipment to record the chorus of the last seven intangible cultural heritage inheritors, and Luo Ning and I hand-copied and compiled this ancient score."

"There is only one master tape. All proceeds from the auction will be donated to rural music classrooms in southeastern Guizhou to purchase musical instruments for the children."

After he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in applause.

Many art students sitting in the audience were deeply moved.

This item is indeed very meaningful, carrying the inheritance of culture and the hard work put into it.

The auctioneer shouted.

"The Wuyinbuhuan Music Society's intangible cultural heritage vinyl records and handwritten ancient scores, starting bid NT$50,000! Each bid must be at least NT$5,000 higher!"

As soon as the price was announced, whispers arose from the audience.

For student clubs, 50,000 yuan is an extremely high threshold.

"Fifty-five thousand!"

A boy wearing a gold watch held up a sign in the audience.

"Sixty thousand!"

Another rich kid from the art department followed suit and raised his hand.

The price slowly climbed to 100,000.

Then it stagnated.

After all, they are all students. Even if their families are rich, they would have to think twice before spending 100,000 yuan to buy a vinyl record to listen to.

Yu Hongyao stood on the stage, her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip.

Although 100,000 yuan is a lot of money, there is still a large shortfall in building music classrooms and buying pianos, guitars and drums for three rural primary schools.

A hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Zhao Feng, sitting in the front row, sneered and mocked the student council officers beside him.

"What's with all this talk about ideals and lofty principles? In the end, it's all capped at 100,000 yuan."

"Who listens to this outdated stuff these days?"

Before he could finish speaking...

In the aisle of the back row, a long, slender hand slowly raised a number plate.

A lazy voice echoed throughout the entire auditorium.

Two million.

boom!!!

The auction gavel slammed onto the table, and the auctioneer's hand trembled, almost causing the gavel to fly away.

The once noisy auditorium fell silent.

Everyone's head turned to the back row at an extremely stiff angle.

Wen Xiaoya, sitting next to Wang Ye, opened her mouth wide.

Luo Ning choked on a mouthful of red wine and coughed violently.

Yu Hongyao, standing on the stage, froze in place, her phoenix eyes wide open, staring at Wang Ye.

Two million?!

She thought she had misheard!

The auctioneer swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he held the microphone.

"Um...excuse me, what was your bid just now?"

Wang Ye sat in a chair, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingertips lightly on the tablecloth.

Two million.

"If you have hearing problems, I suggest you go to the clinic to have your ears cleaned."

"What, you think it's not enough? How about I increase it to three million?"

The auctioneer was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no! No need to add it!"

"Two million is a first!"

"Two million for the second time!"

The audience was silent.

Who the hell would dare to compete with two million?!

Crazy!

Buy a vinyl record with two million in cash?!

Zhao Feng, who was in the front row, suddenly felt his legs go weak and collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper.

"Two million for the third time! Sold!"

Snapped! ! !

The gavel came down hard.

"Thank you to this esteemed student for contributing two million yuan to the music education of children in rural southeastern Guizhou!"

The entire audience erupted in thunderous screams and applause!

Many girls stared at Wang Ye's handsome face with their eyes shining.

He's handsome and rich, he spends two million in one go!

Who can resist this!

Yu Hongyao carried the wooden box off the stage and ran to Wang Ye's table, very excited.

"Wang Ye...you...you really want to pay two million?!"

Yu Hongyao's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was trembling.

Wang Ye pulled out the China Merchants Bank black gold card from his pocket and slammed it on the table.

"Leave the card here, swipe it anywhere."

"President Yu, this thing is very meaningful. If the tune left by our ancestors is lost, no amount of money can buy it back."

Looking at the man in front of her, Yu Hongyao's defenses crumbled instantly.

He is exceptionally talented, generous, and possesses such a magnanimous heart.

She, who was extremely attracted to voices and admired strength, was completely captivated.

She lowered her head, her voice so soft it could melt water.

"Thank you... Wang Ye."

Luo Ning patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, her big eyes sparkling.

"Junior! From now on, I'm yours! If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west!"

Wang Ye glanced at her sideways.

"No need, just wrap up my vinyl record first, so it doesn't get dusty."

The auction continues.

Wang Ye's powerful punch just now brought the atmosphere of the entire party to its peak.

Although the subsequent items also fetched tens of thousands of dollars, they all seemed insignificant compared to the two million.

Half an hour later.

The host held the microphone and raised his voice.

"Next up is the grand finale of tonight's auction!"

"A special auction item from the Youth Volunteer Association!"

Wen Xiaoya's body jolted upon hearing these words.

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