Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 493 - 221 If It’s The Law_2

On the day of his thirty-first or thirty-second birthday, Chen Nuanhan, as usual sent greetings, and the two of them had a rather extended chat, with Su Huai still able to detect her mood through just a few words.

She suddenly asked, "When do you plan to come home?"

Su Huai turned to glance at the female anchor on his bed and lit a cigarette on the dark balcony.

"Can’t go back anymore..."

Su Huai smiled bitterly, typing and deleting, then typing again and finally changing his response to, "I’ll save up a bit more money, I have to go back eventually. My parents need me, and I need to be needed."

Then, Su Huai saw the "typing" indicator at the top of the chat window flickering repeatedly, but it was a full minute before a simple response came.

"It’s good to be responsible, but don’t shoulder everything on your own, Su Huai, you’re living too hard."

Yes, the me from my past life, lived too hard...

A silent, rueful laugh escaped Su Huai, and then he sang, "How many loves can only look at each other from a distance, like moonlight casting on the sea..."

While at the Nansha Archipelago, he saw the sight of the moonlight spread across the sea.

Tranquil, magnificent, dreamy...

As if within reach, yet so far away.

"Using up a lifetime, yet unable to learn how to forget..."

With the warm and elegant melody playing, Su Huai’s voice grew deeper and richer, but his way of singing was completely different from that of Professor Li Jian.

Brother Jian leaned a bit more towards bel canto in the high notes, with clear and rounded tones, soaring with a hint of nostalgia and accusation in the word "time", whereas Su Huai lowered his laryngeal position, using a more magnetic and grainy voice to sing out a deeper sense of sadness.

One is accusing fate for being unfair, the other is mocking himself; listening to Brother Jian makes you feel pain, while listening to Su Huai makes you feel stifled.

It’s like the same loss, one is beyond your control, the other is being an idiot of your own making.

It’s not about who is more remarkable, but about the different emotions they poured into the song.

To make a comparison, Su Huai’s singing style is more akin to Park Hyo-shin’s climax part in "Snow Flower", with an expressive delivery similar to "Those Years", very thoughtful.

This kind of impromptu performance blew the auditorium away.

There were three judges in the audience, two were music professionals and one was the student council advisor; those two professors’ eyes lit up instantly.

"Which major is this kid from?"

"He’s got spirit! Well executed!"

Lu Jing, who knew Su Huai, smiled brightly: "He’s a freshman from the School of Management, a very capable kid. Never thought he had such amazing talent!"

"School of Management? Wow, kids these days are really extraordinary..."

"Vocal talent, pitch, breath control, and emotional expression, I rank him first in all! With such a high level, why didn’t he participate in the competition?"

Lu Jing was at a loss, yes, why hadn’t he participated?

Likewise, the audience was puzzled.

Those who didn’t know were excitedly asking, "Who’s that handsome guy?"

Those in the know were thrilled, "Su Huai! The genius who made a lot of money from selling sour plum juice!"

"Wow! Outrageous..."

Indeed, many felt it was outrageous, not expecting to find such a high-level surprise after the formal competition had ended.

And because of [Passive Attractiveness], the favorability rating among the girls soared wildly.

"Ah ah ah... he’s so handsome!"

The spotlight shone from above at an angle, casting a long shadow.

His hoodie covered most of his face, leaving only a bit of his side profile, rugged in the light.

A high nose bridge, a strong profile, plus a cold expression, turned this superfluous show into a grand finale.

During the interlude, compliments abounded incessantly.

"My God! His fingers are literally longer than my life!"

"Such a straight, prominent nose! Isn’t his side profile too handsome?"

"Cut it out, I must correct you... the front view is even more handsome!"

"I’m dying, his voice is so buttery!"

"There’s really such a top-quality handsome guy at school? Damn, you guys in the School of Management really know how to eat!"

"Anyone got his contact info?"

"Eh? Weren’t you only into Wu Lifan?"

"Don’t spout nonsense, I don’t know him!"

"Haha! When you have a big handsome guy you can see every day in front of you, Lifan isn’t tempting anymore~~~"

"What is the student council doing? To keep such a talented and handsome man hidden until the very end! I almost left just now, can’t stand it!"

When Su Huai started singing again, the audience immediately quieted down, and the girls listened intoxicated, not wanting to miss a single line.

His vocal skills might not rank in the country, but his voice was too rascally, far exceeding the limits of the campus stage.

Teacher Lu Jing sighed again, "The sensation Pu Shu caused back then isn’t as great as that of little Su..."

Professor Li laughed, "At that time, little Pu’s vocal skills and timbre were lacking; it was his compositions that brought the scores up."

Professor Wang chuckled, "Not a word about looks, huh? Just debut on the spot, he’s sure to be a hit!"

"That’s for sure, that face is born for a superstar!"

"Such strong lighting, came up without makeup, still not blurred or rough, amazing, truly amazing!"

The judges could see more facial details from their vantage point; that face was somewhat breaking the rules.

Su Huai’s skin condition was from Chen Nuanhan, his physique from Pei Shuyu, and the facial sculpting feature was from Gu Jiuyue; one could say that three top goddesses had crafted his current status, all aspects beyond model-level.

"What a pity, why is he covering his face?!"

Lu Jing’s tone was full of regret, as were the emotions of thousands of female students. They all wanted to see Su Huai’s face so much.

But Su Huai simply played the piano quietly, sang the song in his heart, seemingly oblivious and indifferent to the restlessness below.