Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 652 - 653: Tang Sect - The School

"They’re not the same kind of person at all, ’the nation’s good friends,’ I have no compliments for that..."

"You’re talking about Tang Wu’s good friends? That one surnamed Bai?"

"Yeah, yeah, that’s Bai Yuejie, the one with the heart condition!"

"Right, I also remember her having heart disease. Before, Tang Wu used to help her trend, always promoting Baiyue Media, which made Tang Wu’s original company very unhappy. They almost went to court!"

"Heh, I remember that too. Afterward, because Tang Wu helped promote other media companies, she even got targeted by her company for a while. They withdrew several of her endorsements; although Tang Wu didn’t care about those endorsements, she was still implicated because of it. And despite this, the woman kept clinging to Tang Wu’s popularity, shamelessly touting herself as Tang Wu’s good friend. Ha, what kind of friend is that?"

"However, there hasn’t been news about her recently. It’s been quiet for a while, and her family is managing the company. She might not..."

"After all, she has a heart condition. It would be normal for something to happen."

"Did you all forget? Her heart... is now Tang Wu’s."

At this point, there was a moment of silence among the group.

Suddenly, a clear lute sound came from the speakers, "This song is called ’Tang Sect.’"

"Tang Sect?"

"Ah! Senior Sister is really Tang Wu’s fan! She even specially wrote a song for Tang Sect!"

"This is way too much of a fan move! And she’s using the lute, which Tang Wu is best at. What kind of divine fan is this!"

Below, shrieks and cheers boiled over. Dongfang Xuanya listened, her eyes shining brilliantly as if they were about to ignite. She called out in a piercing voice, "Senior Sister! Senior Sister! Tang Wu has Tang Sect, and we have a sect too!"

"Right, our sect!"

"Our sect! Our sect! Our sect!"

Whomever started the chant, the voices grew louder and more unified, and some female fans’ screams were almost piercing the ceiling.

Shi Mei curled her lips, and in an instant, she zeroed in on Dongfang Xuanya in the crowd.

At this moment, Dongfang Xuanya, just like her millions of fangirls, was shouting at the top of her lungs. Her flushed face and the profuse sweat on her head easily revealed her excitement, "Thank you, our sect."

"Ah! Our sect! Our sect! Our sect!"

"Sect, we are your junior sisters!"

"I’m the senior brother!"

Shi Mei smiled, then all of a sudden, her gaze became sharp. Her white jade-like fingers swept across the lute, her sonorous voice ringing out blade-sharp and imposing.

With a strum like that, the screaming stopped abruptly. Everyone’s attention was riveted.

All eyes saw was the ancient lute under the rapid dance of snow-white fingers; the sound of the strings was cold and solemn, resonating with a deep timbre that caused a tremor in the heart, flooding in from all directions. It carried such a majestic momentum, as if standing atop a high mountain, looking down upon the heroes.

Below her was as if thousands of troops surrounded her, isolated from the world, supremely alone.

"The candle dries, the colors of night spread endlessly—"

A different low voice from "Capture" suddenly rose, the invisible hooks in the voice teasing everyone’s nerves once again. Everyone felt a tingling on their scalp, and the scene exploded once more, as screams suddenly filled the air.

Even so, Shi Mei’s voice was not drowned out. Following closely, the authentic operatic singing ensued: "I ask you, where are you—"