Translator:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Qianci clearly felt the jealousy in everyone’s gaze.
Yes! You!
You know how to play the piano?
I bet she doesn’t. Second round, second round!
Hearing the cheering, Su Qianci blinked and suddenly felt overjoyed.
For real?
Su Qianci looked at Li Sicheng, her heart racing.
Li Sicheng nodded.
Oh my god!
Su Qianci cried,
So lucky!
The host said with a smile,
That’s right, lucky girl. You know how to play the piano?
Yes!
Of course. At her hardest time, it was Song Yifan’s music that brought her hope. His music sounded melancholy at first, but still carried hope. It was exactly because of Song Yifan that Su Qianci had decided to learn piano. Seeing this idol was lucky enough, and now she had an opportunity to play together with him. Su Qianci’s heart was almost in her throat.
Seeing Su Qianci full of excitement, the host felt a bit odd. This girl did not seem any different from other fans, and this seemed to be the first time she had met Song Yifan. How come Song Yifan asked the owner to pick her? Although curious, the host remained professional and waved at Su Qianci,
Come to the front.
Su Qianci immediately stood up and almost hopped onto the stage. At this moment, Su Qianci felt she had everyone’s attention, making her nervous. However, she became relaxed soon.
No big deal!
It’s just like playing herself. With that thought, Su Qianci felt much better and walked up to Song Yifan. She saw that Song Yifan was staring at her. The way he looked at her was as if he had known her for a lifetime. Sheng Ximing had the same kind of look when he met her for the first time. However, Song Yifan was clearly also sad and emotional. Feeling Song Yifan’s emotions, Su Qianci subconsciously glanced at Sheng Ximing. Surprised that Su Qianci saw him, Sheng Ximing smiled at her and gave her a thumbs-up.
What’s your name, Miss lucky?
My last name is Su.
All right, Ms. Su. Do you know Mr. Song Yifan?
Of course!
Su Qianci blurted out.
Song Yifan gazed at Su Qianci, smiling gently, his eyes full of… love. When Su Qianci blinked and tried to figure it out, Song Yifan’s smile had disappeared. It must be an illusion. After all, it was the first time she had met him.
However, no one had noticed that at the table in the corner of the restaurant, Li Sicheng’s eyes had immediately become cold, gazing at Song Yifan.
