A Young Woman's Heart

"It's alright, it's alright!"

"What...?"

Mo Zhuyou deliberately hid behind Hua Yinyin and teased, "It feels like Xiaoyao is starting to have the air of a class monitor. Could it be that she's been spending too much time with the class monitor?"

"Snow Music Band, you can get ready!"

"it is good--!"

……

Actually, the most nerve-wracking part of performing on stage is often when you're standing behind the door waiting.

Just like a person about to be executed, the most difficult time is the period of waiting for their death.

At this moment, a minute feels longer than an hour. Watching others perform on stage, you can't help but think about what you should do next, and whether you'll make a mistake...

Yu Shu's cheeks turned even redder, as if they could drip water.

"Are you alright?" Mo Xueyao touched her forehead with concern; it seemed slightly feverish.

"N-nothing..." She pressed her legs together tightly, leaning some of her weight on Mo Xueyao. "It'll be fine..."

"If you have something to say, you must say it first. Don't be stubborn. You can't drink at all... really."

"Won't a few sips of beer make you drunk?" Mo Zhuyou asked curiously. "I can drink a whole bottle of beer."

Mo Xueyao supported Yu Shu with one hand and sighed, "Yu Shu had a bone marrow transplant before... and she has never been in good health since she was a child."

"It's all Yin Yin's fault," Wang Jiale said with a smile, teasingly.

"What does this have to do with me! I was just joking!"

Mr. Xue was about to join the conversation when his expression suddenly turned serious.

Because the band in front of us was already bowing and thanking us, preparing to leave.

In other words, the Snow Music Band is about to take the stage.

"Once you're on stage, adjust your setup, especially the microphone. Place it at a comfortable height, and then test your instruments to make sure they can produce sound through the speakers!" Hua Yinyin walked to the front, gently patting her pipa case. Her confident and energetic voice always put others at ease in situations like this. "Go for it! Just treat it like regular practice!"

“There’s no need to be so relaxed…” Mo Xueyao helplessly covered her forehead.

She helped Yu Shu walk onto the small stage and sat her down on a chair.

Everyone took out their instruments and connected the audio cables.

Mo Zhuyou even craned her neck to scan the area and quickly spotted her older sister standing at the very front, waving her hands vigorously.

"Sister—!" Mo Zhuyou called out softly, but her voice was immediately drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

"The microphone seems to be off?" Hua Yinyin was checking the equipment for the others when she happened to pass by Mo Zhuyou.

"Hmm, it looks like..."

"Oh, it's off."

After confirming that everything was normal, Hua Yinyin returned to her seat, holding the pipa in one hand and pulling the microphone closer with the other.

"Hello everyone, we are..."

"Snow Music Band!" came Yu Shu's excited shout from behind.

"Ah... Yu Shu..."

"Ahem! That's right, we are the Snow Music Band! I'm the captain and also the pipa player, Hua Yinyin!"

"I'm the keyboardist~" Yu Shu's voice seemed to become a little ethereal. She stood up on the chair and waved vigorously at the audience, "Yu Shu—!"

"Oh—" the audience cheered in unison.

"That girl with the sweet and innocent look is so hot!"

"Yeah, I thought she was a well-behaved girl..."

Will there be any problems?

Mo Xueyao glanced back worriedly, but Yu Shu had already run up to her side and squeezed into her chair: "The person next to me is... um... the keyboardist... anyway, she plays the keyboard! She's a blue-eyed Russian-American—Mo Xueyao!"

"Ah... Hello everyone..." Mo Xueyao, who wasn't nervous at first, suddenly became nervous because of her.

"The shouts aren't enthusiastic enough—!!"

"oh--!"

The cheering crowd included Gao Yuan and his friends, and Liu Xiaowei even whistled.

Will there really be no problem?

……

Chapter Eighty-Four: Burned Out

Even with the air conditioning on, you can still feel the intense heat from the audience while standing on the stage.

The most passionate of all was Yu Shu, who was back-to-back with Hua Yinyin.

She couldn't play the third song at all, but that didn't matter, she could at least sing it—so she grabbed the microphone from Hua Yinyin and started shouting at the top of her lungs.

Yes, it really has little to do with the melody of the music; if I had to say, it's just singing.

This was originally a lyrical piece.

It was originally Su Yuqing who asked them to compose the music.

It was later revised and optimized many times.

It is a song that is both melancholic and hopeful.

But now...

"Exquisite! A girl like a porcelain doll!!"

Is it rock music?

Mo Xueyao felt like she had forgotten how to play the electronic keyboard.

Fortunately, there are two particularly adaptable guys in the band.

Hua Yinyin began to play the pipa with remarkable speed and fluidity, producing a series of sounds like glass beads shattering upon impact.

Mr. Xue's suona horn sounded in response, as if a joyous funeral was being held...

Mo Zhuyou followed the drumbeats somewhat clumsily, while Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale exchanged a glance, completely at a loss for how to respond.

He hesitated for a full five seconds before finally managing to fill in the lower register.

"Open your eyes—whoosh! They're open—!!"

I never knew Yu Shu could be so wild.

Her bun had been undone, and now her hair was disheveled as she gripped the microphone tightly.

Her voice also fluctuated, but with the help of Hua Yinyin and Mr. Xue, her off-key singing seemed pre-planned and not at all abrupt.

Surrounded by such a lively atmosphere, even Mo Xueyao felt her blood boiling.

"Cheng Yuan!"

She shouted something slyly into the microphone.

The latter was so frightened that he turned red in the face and shrank into the crowd.

"Hey, are you really going to yell?"

She blinked and waved at Li Wanyan again.

Li Wanyan didn't seem to like the noisy environment, but she still raised the glass in her hand high.

It contains fresh orange juice.

In terms of performance level, the last song was clearly a failure.

But in terms of the performance, it was quite successful.

The reason this song was chosen as the last piece was actually because everyone wanted to showcase the profound depth of the Snow Music Band's music...

I messed up, but I'm still pretty happy.

Well then, that's settled.

As Mo Xueyao thought this, the song finally came to an end.

As Yu Shu sang a long, high note, the stage lights went out, and brighter lights came on in the hall.

"Thank you everyone!" She bowed and then turned around gracefully, but before she could take two steps, she stumbled and fell onto Mo Zhuyou's drum set, making a series of clanging noises.

Mo Zhuyou hurriedly stood up from the small stool on the drum set and helped her up. The latter draped herself over her shoulder like a boneless jellyfish. Just a moment ago she was full of energy and seemed like she could sing ten more songs, but now she was like a bonfire that had been extinguished.

burnt out.

The euphoric effect from alcohol should be wearing off by now, and what follows should be the unpleasant side effects.

……

Because she was worried that Yu Shu would be scolded by her parents if she went home drunk, and also worried that others would think she didn't take care of her, Mo Xueyao brought her along to the home of the two Mo sisters.

Wanyan didn't come along; she had to go help out at the fruit shop.

The Milky Way seemed to be about to fall from the sky, and the transparent skylight made people feel very close to them.

This is the activity room of the container villa; when there are many people, everyone usually sleeps here.

In the corner, an electric fan whirred, dispelling some of the heat of the summer night.

The chirping of crickets echoed through the mountains and forests, interspersed with the distant hooting of owls.

"Ugh..." Yu Shu looked uncomfortable and turned over, trying to get up, but her cheeks were already puffed up.

She quickly covered her mouth, and Mo Xiaoxiao, who was standing next to her, swiftly handed her a trash can.

"Ugh—Ugh..."

"See? Who told you to drink?" Mo Xueyao patted her back impatiently. "Don't you know your own body?"