"Qingyi, it's your turn now."
As Li Yuanyuan descended from the stage, Li Xianya nudged Lu Qingyi and said.
Lu Qingyi: "Oh."
"Let's help you carry the piano up."
A classmate from the Chinese Medicine department volunteered, as there was a piano in the backstage.
The piano was carried onto the stage, Lu Qingyi sat in the corner to the right, her hands resting on the piano, her face devoid of any superfluous expressions.
"Such a sight for sore eyes, it feels like she can please everyone without actually doing anything."
"She's indeed a goddess."
"If the goddess is so beautiful, her piano playing should be good too, right?"
"..."
The stage stirred up, mostly due to Lu Qingyi's exceptional beauty.
Even if Lu Qingyi turned out to be a weak pianist, someone would still speak for her.
Jiang Yumeng and Li Xianya stared at Lu Qingyi, full of anticipation for her performance.