Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 489 - 219: Accidents Are Bound to Happen If They’re Not Expected_3

Chapter 489: Chapter 219: Accidents Are Bound to Happen If They’re Not Expected_3 ƒreewebɳovel.com

Su Huai didn’t interject, maintaining a stance of a cold observer.

But Pei Shuyu genuinely trusted in his abilities and hoped he would play an active role, so she proactively cued him, "Junior, what do you think?"

Hey, are you really asking me?

After pondering for a moment, Su Huai decided not to speak seriously but instead playfully hinted with a subtle reminder, "Senior, everyone’s trust in you is clearly visible, and I also believe you can handle this small stage—just don’t go on stage empty-handed."

Pei Shuyu was stunned for a moment but quickly caught on from Su Huai’s smile.

"That’s a very good reminder."

She nodded in agreement, promptly displaying President Pei’s commanding presence.

"My fellow seniors, I’ve decided to represent the Xingyu Guild in donating one million RMB to the school, to sponsor the next few years’ singing competitions, discovering more artistically talented individuals like Senior Pu Shu for our alma mater..."

Su Huai nodded approvingly—such a clever daughter.

And Zhang Ye and Nan Guangzhu were utterly dazed by this sudden pie from the sky.

The Student Council always had a need for sponsorship—everything cost money, and funds were perpetually insufficient.

This was a mark of achievement as well as a practical benefit. They discreetly harbored thoughts of smoother dealings in the future, but they never expected the surprise to come so swiftly and fiercely.

"Yu, are you serious?!"

"My, my, that’s way too generous, Sister Yu. Don’t be impulsive; I can’t handle such a shock!"

The two guys, along with the head of the Literature and Art Department and the two hosts turned into sycophants, jabbering around Pei Shuyu, as if they wanted to worship her on the spot.

A million RMB is no small sum even in the context of society. If used specifically for the singing competition, based on this year’s spending, it could sustain more than ten editions.

Pei Shuyu nodded earnestly, "There’s no joking about such matters. The company will contribute half, and I’ll personally contribute the other half. I’ll announce it today, and the money will be in the account by tomorrow. Rest assured."

When she spoke to that extent, it was definitely a done deal.

So the group became even more passionate, discussing with all their might how to make Sister Yu’s appearance more grand.

Su Huai chose not to speak anymore, just responsible for being quietly handsome.

After a lengthy discussion, the last contestant took the stage, but Yuyan was still missing.

Everyone kept checking watches, anxious but not daring to rush her.

Pei Shuyu took the initiative to make a phone call, and Yuyan responded breathlessly, "I’m rushing, I’m rushing, why is it so far away..."

Indeed, it was a significant distance, with the entire campus between the venue and the dorms.

Pei Shuyu, who live-streamed daily and encountered unexpected issues too many times, thus decisively proposed, "Once she arrives, I will still need some time to change clothes. Please find a way to stall for a bit."

Nan Guangzhu scratched his head anxiously, "Sister, it’s really not good to stall. We can’t possibly let one or two people go up for an interview alone now, and if everyone goes on stage, it’ll be too chaotic and affect your entrance..."

That was logical, but was there any other option at the moment?

Zhang Ye patrolled around and asked in a deep voice, "Is there anyone else who can go on to perform? Don’t we have plenty of Literature and Art Department members backstage who can sing and dance?"

The head of the Literature and Art Department shook his head hastily, "Forget about dancing. A group dance won’t work because we’re missing people; I could perform a solo, but there’s no time for costume and makeup! Any other acts?"

Nan Guangzhu spotted Fu Zhitao and asked urgently, "Old Fu, did Qiu Li come? There’s a piano on the stage. Call her to play a couple of soothing piano pieces..."

"She didn’t come."

Fu Zhitao snuffed out his hope in an instant, followed by the head of the Literature and Art Department raising new objections.

"Soothing piano solos are essentially a mid-concert break. Whether the students go to the bathroom or step out for a smoke, once they leave they won’t come back in. We need a performance that will keep them interested."

One option after another was dismissed, leaving everyone at an impasse, absolutely out of ideas.

Actually, given a little more time, this problem wouldn’t be so difficult to solve, but time was precisely what they lacked the most at the moment.

Asking Pei Shuyu to step in was a last-minute suggestion, and now they needed someone to fill in for Pei Shuyu—it was like a matryoshka doll situation coming full circle.

Finally, Chu Changkuo who had just come over, chomping at the bit, volunteered, "How about I go back on stage to sing another song?"

"No, we have to ensure fairness!"

Wu Tianyou, who had followed, objected righteously on the spot.

"The judges are currently scoring. What’s the meaning of you going back on stage alone?"

Chu Changkuo became frantic, "Then you go! You were eliminated early! Isn’t it perfect since you can play and sing the piano?!"

Zhang Ye, Nan Guangzhu, Fu Zhitao, Hu Shiyu, Pei Shuyu... everyone’s gaze swiftly turned toward Wu Tianyou.

Youyou was suddenly paralyzed.

He performed self-accompanied singing during the semi-finals and was then criticized by that acidic professor from the Music Academy as...

"Piano skills at most at a grade three level. Not piano grade three, but third-grade primary school level! The vestiges of years-past rote examination training along with cramming practice, how could you have had the nerve to go on stage?"

At the time, he was indignant, but deep down, he knew full well that his modest skills were indeed awkward when compared to those virtuosos, and he was indeed better off sticking to normal singing with accompaniment.

Having been burnt once already, how could he dare to flaunt himself on stage again?

In a moment of drawing fire onto himself, Wu Tianyou’s eyes darted around, and suddenly he caught sight of Su Huai.

He pointed at Su Huai, exclaiming, "Let Huai go up! Huai is not only a member of the Student Council but also has a great reputation throughout the school. He’s handsome, talented, and could even entertain people just by doing stand-up on stage!"

Huh?

That’s a solution indeed!

Zhang Ye, Nan Guangzhu, Fu Zhitao, Hu Shiyu, Pei Shuyu... everyone’s gaze eagerly turned toward Su Huai.

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I’ll see if I can adjust the dropped Chapter tomorrow—if it’s still not working, then we’ll say it’s not working.

It’s confirmed, I am of a fragile constitution, so I’d better retreat and stick to plain, pure love stories.