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On Wednesday evening, a pure black Maybach came to a steady stop outside the gate of Xinghai Academy of Arts.

The car door opened, and Lin Yan, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and washed jeans, exuded a casual vibe.

On the other side, Shen Qingqiu stepped out of the car in seven-centimeter high heels.

She changed out of her cool suit and into a striking black velvet gown, her swan-like neck dazzlingly white.

That aura is definitely that of a queen on a royal procession.

"Are you sure you're here to inspect employees, or to walk the Cannes red carpet dressed like that?" Lin Yan couldn't help but complain.

Shen Qingqiu put on sunglasses, her red lips slightly parted: "We can't lose face. Let's go see your roasted whole lamb."

The two walked into the campus side by side, where red banners with white lettering for the graduation party could be seen everywhere.

Students in graduation gowns posed for photos in small groups.

Along the way, many students were stunned and took out their phones to take pictures.

Nonsense! The king of trending topics and the ice queen with 80 million fans appearing together—that's incredibly high-quality content.

Principal Chen Boping had been eagerly waiting in the square outside the auditorium.

Upon seeing Lin Yan, the old man's face crinkled into a wide smile.

"Lin Yan, good lad! You didn't let the school down!"

Principal Chen patted Lin Yan's shoulder heavily, then turned to look at Shen Qingqiu, his expression instantly changing to one of respect.

"President Shen's presence is an honor to Xinghai Art School."

Shen Qingqiu took off his sunglasses and nodded slightly: "Principal Chen, you're too kind. I'm just looking around."

"Where's my whole roasted lamb?" Lin Yan's mind was filled with nothing but rice.

Principal Chen chuckled and pointed to the open lawn behind the auditorium.

"It's been sitting on the shelf for ages, sizzling and dripping with oil! As soon as the party ends, we'll go have a celebratory banquet."

The group turned and walked towards the VIP lounge inside the auditorium.

Pushing open the door, inside, besides several school board members, sat a young woman wearing a floral dress and sensual makeup.

Upon hearing the noise, the woman looked up, her eyes instantly lighting up like a 500-watt light bulb.

She pounced on him, her high heels clicking away.

"Brother Yan! Long time no see~"

The convoluted and unpredictable sound of the erhu almost gave me goosebumps.

Lin Yan stared at her for two seconds, and finally remembered this person in his mind.

Suna, a junior to him.

Back when he was a trainee, this woman often tried to get close to him; later, when he was sidelined by Xingyao, this woman immediately hooked up with another assistant director and casually blocked Lin Yan on WeChat.

I heard she recently took on two short web series and is currently pretending to be a big star at school.

Shen Qingqiu stood to the side, his gaze instantly turning icy. The temperature around them seemed to drop two degrees.

Despite the diva's death stare, Su Na forced herself to move closer to Lin Yan, even reaching out to grab his arm.

"Brother Yan, I heard you wrote 'Blue and White Porcelain'? You'll have to think of your little sister if you get any resources in the future~"

Her assistant behind her was very perceptive, raising her DSLR and frantically pressing the shutter button.

This is clearly an attempt to ride the wave of popularity and forcibly create a romantic pairing.

Lin Yan took a half step back, directly avoiding her groping hand.

He slowly took out his phone, unlocked it, opened WeChat, and typed "Su Na" in the search bar.

Chat logs from three years ago are displayed on the screen.

The last message was from Lin Yan: "Did you get the key to the rehearsal room on Friday?"

Beside it, there was a glaring red exclamation mark.

Lin Yan shoved the screen right in front of Su Na's face, his tone completely flat: "Hey lady, who are you? Are we that close?"

"Should I resend this message, and let's add each other as friends and chat again?"

The entire room fell silent.

Principal Chen quickly lowered his head to study the pattern of the floor tiles, and several school board members also tactically lowered their heads to drink water.

No one expected that Lin Yan would keep the record of being blocked three years ago and directly use his ultimate move face-to-face!

Suna's face instantly turned bright red, and she was so embarrassed that she almost scratched her toes out of her seat.

"Brother Yan...you really love to joke. I changed my number back then and accidentally deleted it." She forced a smile, her voice trembling.

"Changed your number? Then who's using this WeChat account now?" Lin Yan put away his phone, his face full of disgust.

"Go somewhere else to monetize your internet. Don't get in my way. I'm having roast whole lamb tonight, and you can't afford to ruin my appetite."

Principal Chen quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stepped forward with a smile to smooth things over.

"Lin Yan, the party starts in ten minutes, let's not get angry with idle people."

"I've already had the program arranged. You're the headliner, the grand finale! I've given you the most time possible."

As he spoke, the old man pulled a crumpled program from his pocket and eagerly handed it to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan took it and glanced at it casually.

His name was printed neatly at the very end.

But the track list was completely blank; he'd finally figured out how to play the blind box game.

"Okay." Lin Yan casually slapped the program booklet back to Principal Chen.

"Find me a guitar."

At this moment, the front desk and the spacious auditorium were already bustling with activity. All three thousand seats were occupied, and even the aisles were crowded with students peering out.

The official accounts of major live streaming platforms have long since enabled maximum streaming speeds.

In the live stream, the number of viewers was skyrocketing at an alarming rate.

The screen was filled with dense, overwhelming comments, almost causing the image to blur.

"Where's Lin Yan! Where's my husband, Lin Yan!"

"High-energy warning ahead! Everyone stand up!"

"I'm just a casual observer, should I give a direct compliment, or follow a set procedure?"

"The spectacle has to be top-notch! I'm eagerly awaiting Yan Ge to come out with his guitar and wreak havoc!"