Chapter 80: Chapter 80 We Need to Change People!
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One act after another had passed, and it was finally time for the penultimate showstopper of the event.
The host cleared his throat and stepped onto the stage. Holding the microphone, he looked around at the audience and revealed a smile, saying, "Fellow students, are you all enjoying the music tonight?"
"Happy! Hurry up and let my husband get on stage and sing another song!"
"We want to hear Song Yun sing! We want to hear Song Yun sing!"
"Stop dawdling! Get the singing legend on stage pronto!"
Listening to the clamor below, the host pressed down his hand and continued, "There's a melody that moves us, and some lyrics that we'll always remember. Next up, let's welcome the most popular singer at our university to present the song 'Boundless as the Sea and Sky' for everyone!"
No sooner had the host finished speaking than the place erupted into an uproar—finally, they could hear Song Yun sing again!
"Everyone quiet down, follow my lead, let's be silent and record it, so we can relive it over and over in the future!"
"Good idea! No one better make a peep later!"
Several students' suggestions received widespread approval, and everyone voluntarily fell silent, taking out their phones and getting ready to record.
The stage lights dimmed, and everyone held their breath in anticipation.
A spotlight shone on the stage, illuminating a figure with their back to the crowd.
Then the stage lights fully lit up, revealing Lang Shiyong's figure on the screen.
With his back to the audience, Lang Shiyong was brimming with smug self-satisfaction.
Just look at this influence! Everyone must be shocked to see me on stage—after all, someone with my clout in the campus performing as the headliner, they must be deeply moved!
Lang Shiyong slowly turned around, and then waited for the intro.
Below the stage, the audience exchanged puzzled glances. What on earth is this?
Wasn't Song Yun supposed to be up there? How did it switch to Lang Shiyong? Who wants to see this washed-up third-rate campus singer!
And that welcome to the university's most popular singer, welcome my ass!
On stage, Lang Shiyong gave it his all with the vocal skills he'd learned throughout his life, belting out the high notes with fervor, and at the most rousing part of the song, he excitedly lifted the mic toward the audience.
But to his embarrassment, nobody gave him a response; the crowd was dead silent, looking at him as if he were a fool.
"The group sing-along before felt so fiery, why does it seem like he's such an idiot today!"
"He really thinks he's some kind of singer now? Starting with that concert shtick, gross!"
"Is he singing for us, or are we supposed to sing for him? And damn it, holding that mike up like some edgy teen, it's cringe to death!"
The murmurs grew louder below the stage, and Lang Shiyong, seeing that the effect of the performance was not as expected, hastily covered up his awkwardness and started singing by himself.
But just then, a girl from the sports department stood up, her hands shaped like a megaphone.
Here we go!
Lang Shiyong was filled with emotion; it looked like he still had his true fans. He didn't know the girl's name, but it didn't matter; he definitely had to invite her for a drink after the event!
But what the girl yelled next almost made him die of anger.
She shouted towards the stage, "What the hell are you singing! I want to see my husband perform, you better get off the stage!"
As soon as she spoke, many people got up and started shouting towards the stage.
"Get lost! You have the nerve to show your face after singing like crap! Go home and read some more singing books!"
"Lang Shiyong, can you freaking stop coming out and disgusting everyone? Not a decent person, and now your singing is greasy and sloppy, you turned a good song into pure trash!"
"Get off the stage! We want to hear Song Yun sing!"
Finally, the students shouted in unison, "Change! Change! Change!"
Lang Shiyong was stunned on the stage, he even forgot what the next line of the lyrics was.
What the hell! Have so many years of mine on the campus been worth less than the time Song Yun got for a single song?
It was simply too heartbreaking.
Yet right after that, he saw some people in the front row holding up glow sticks with his name, and a wave of warmth welled up inside him—there were still people in this world who loved him!
But then those same people stood up one after another, throwing the glow sticks they were holding onto the ground with force.
"Get lost, Zhang Cheng, with that crappy performance, you still have the face to sing!"
"How could I have been so blind to have fancied you? You can't compare to Song Yun at all!"
Lang Shiyong, overwhelmed by the barrage of insults from the crowd, coupled with not resting well after drinking today, felt a rush of anger surge to his heart and fainted with his chest tight.
"I say, Xiao Rong, how does your student council arrange the program? Putting such an unpopular actor on stage, do you want to screw up this evening's event?!"
The school leaders seated in the front row rebuked discontentedly.
As the president of the student union, he now had profound regrets. If only he had known, he wouldn't have allowed that bastard on stage. If things were ruined, wouldn't his abilities come into question by the teachers?
At this moment, he wished he could flay Lang Shiyong and pull out his bones; it was infuriating!
He quickly apologized to the teachers and then turned and ran into the rehearsal room. At this moment, he had only one thought—he must have Song Yun go back on stage and sing another song!
"Boss, help! The students all want to hear you sing one more song, please fulfill their wish!"
When Song Yun turned his head, there was that haughty student council president.
He shook his head and said, "I went on stage just to make sure Si Yi's performance could go smoothly, I have no obligation to sing again."
"But..."
The president of the student council had a multitude of thoughts flashing through his mind, but he dismissed each one.
After all, Song Yun was a super-rich second generation; very few people in the entire school could persuade him to do something he was unwilling to do.
"Si Yi, please help out, I will definitely reward you afterward!"
The president of the student council then turned his attention to Yuan Siyi, but she, too, just shook her head and refused.
"How about this, Song Yun, please go on stage and say a few words to calm everyone down and prevent any accidents, what do you think?"
The director of the arts department stepped forward and said softly.
Song Yun had no objections to this request.
He picked up the microphone, walked onto the stage, and the students, who were originally agitated, instantly quieted down.
"Cough cough, I'm sorry, everyone, my throat has been uncomfortable these past few days. Singing just now took all of my energy, so I'm unable to perform again. I hope everyone can understand!"
The students below the stage, upon hearing this, gradually came back to their senses, lamenting that they weren't so fortunate.
Some students had recorded the song on their phones the first time Song Yun went on stage. Although it was noisy, the singing could still be clearly heard.
This audio clip was widely circulated afterward, satisfying the wishes of many.
After dealing with the situation, Song Yun planned to leave with Yuan Siyi.
The crowd rose to see them off, escorting them all the way to the outside of the school.
Song Yun went to get his car, while Yuan Siyi chatted at the school gate with everyone.
"Si Yi, could you get your brother to come to our school's evening events more often..."
"That depends on my brother's mood," Si Yi replied.
In her view, the fact that her brother Song Yun had come today was already him making time out of his busy schedule; a rich man like Song Yun couldn't possibly be free every time.
"I'll have to have a good talk with your brother later!"
The director of the arts department said with determination.
Just then, a sports car drove up from not far away and stopped beside Yuan Siyi.
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