Chapter 182 The host said it was An Ran"Senior." Wei Yuanfeng returned to the stage and saw Liang Qin holding a card and reciting the script. "Is there any other preparation work for me to do?" A girl stood behind Liang Qin and helped her with the final touches of her makeup and hair. "Are you familiar with all the programs?" Liang Qin asked. "I'm familiar with it." Wei Yuanfeng said seriously. "That's nothing." Liang Qin also said seriously, "Prepare your opening remarks carefully, pay attention to the time, and don't make any mistakes." "I will." In order to ensure the success of tonight's event, the Student Union has been making full preparations these days, including budget planning, material preparation, safety measures and personnel deployment, as well as full communication and collaboration between relevant school departments and the Student Union. All of these need to be controlled by Liang Qin, the Student Union President. Therefore, although she and Wei Yuanfeng were the hosts of this evening party, due to her limited energy, most of the hosting was arranged for Wei Yuanfeng. Just after seven o'clock, the New Year's Eve party at No. 1 Middle School was packed with people, and even the aisles next to it were full of people. On the stage, Wei Yuanfeng, wearing a neat black suit, held the microphone and read out the opening remarks in a steady voice, "Dear teachers and dear students, good evening! Welcome everyone to our school's New Year's Eve party! "
"It's him." In the area where the first-year students were sitting below the stage, many people who recognized his face were whispering, "Wei Yuanfeng who likes An Ran." "I am Wei Yuanfeng, the host of tonight. It is a great honor to be with you all on this beautiful night. Tonight, the theme of our party is "We are all dream makers". At this special moment, let us pursue our dreams together and show the talents and creativity of each of us." "The sound is pretty nice." Dreams are the shining stars in everyone's heart. No matter where we are or how old we are, as long as we have dreams, we can achieve greatness. Tonight, we will enjoy many wonderful programs. Students from our school will use their talents to tell us what is the courage and persistence to pursue dreams..." "Why do I feel like he's a little nervous?" "The student union is too perfunctory. Why don't they let senior Hua Zhan or senior An Jing come up to be the host?" "That's right, how long has Wei Yuanfeng been in the student union..." "Shh, stop talking, someone is watching us." Wei Yuanfeng on the stage could not hear the discussions of his classmates. He concentrated all his energy and finished a somewhat lengthy opening speech. Then he walked off the stage with a serious smile on his face. As his feet touched the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Handsome." The boy in casual clothes came up and said, "I just saw An Ran. She's super pretty. Did you see her?" "I see." Wei Yuanfeng, who had just revealed a relaxed smile, looked towards the back of the stage, but saw nothing except unfamiliar faces huddled together like potatoes. "The senior is coming down, you go and do your work." The boy told Wei Yuanfeng the most important purpose of his visit, then tactfully stepped aside. The first program at the beginning of No. 1 Middle School was a chorus, which was a program that symbolized unity and political correctness. The program effect was quite satisfactory. The second program was quite unconventional and brought the atmosphere of the party to a new hotspot. The school principal led the male teachers in street dance. An Ran was backstage listening to the lively cheers coming from the front desk, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in her heart. If this were the era of smartphones in a few years, the shows being performed on the stage would have to be sold outside the school. Soon, thunderous applause broke out from the front desk, filling the entire party and seeping into every corner. "An Ran, it's your turn!" Backstage, a sharp reminder broke the panic of the crowd. An Ran blinked, and slowly stood up from her seat under the gazes of her nervous, flustered, and amazed classmates.
She raised her hand to take off her white and black down jacket. The soft ostrich feathers on the edge of the down jacket hood brushed against her cheek, creating a blurry white silhouette in front of her eyes. When she put down her down jacket, she suddenly noticed her hands. She had been busy with the online store and franchise stores recently, which reduced her practice time. However, the marks of wear and tear from long-term piano practice were still clearly imprinted on her palms. Her fingertips were also longer and stronger than those of ordinary people due to long-term practice. They looked particularly slender and beautiful under the light, as bright as warm jade. Objectively speaking, her hands are beautiful. She had never appreciated something so seriously before, and a subtle tremor arose in her heart. "Please welcome Class 1(1), An Ran!" Liang Qin's voice rang out like a sharp sword, piercing An Ran's heart. The applause that had just died down in the audience resounded throughout the classroom, and some people stood up to maintain discipline on the scene. After all, piano performance is a program that requires quiet listening. "Be still, be still!" The audience suddenly became quiet and the air was filled with anticipation. The black top hat covered half of Anran's face, vaguely outlining her delicate features and round, pointed chin. She attended the event wearing a BVLGARI white satin dress. The large U-neck design showed off An Ran's beautiful collarbone and slender neck to the fullest. The naturally drooping pleats reflected a sense of luxury in the satin light, which perfectly demonstrated her elegance. The seemingly simple design was actually rebellious, avant-garde and retro court style. When worn on An Ran, she looked like a rich girl. Everyone has always known that An Ran is beautiful, but at this moment, all the students in No. 1 Middle School have a more specific understanding of the difference between An Ran's beauty and that of ordinary people. She was a noble and elegant young lady from a wealthy family, a fantasy they could only see in magazines and on television. The beauty is breathtaking, and I can't help but feel inferior. An Ran walked onto the stage gracefully. Not far away on the stage, a black piano stood quietly, as if waiting for her arrival. The curtain in front of the stage slowly rose, she sat down quietly, her fingers lightly touching the piano keys, the long-lost feeling of warmth surged like a tide, and the vast world of music suddenly opened up in her heart. Then, a beautiful and emotional melody slowly floated in everyone's ears, as if gently rippling in the moonlight under the night sky. The notes were as soft as the breeze blowing across the lake, bringing a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere. The whole piece of music is like a dream, taking the audience to wander between calm and intensity, and finally at the end, it gently returns to tranquility, making people feel a deep sense of thought and relief. Just like the night sky under the moonlight, it is vast and deep, making people linger. It has been a long time since I talked about this song in public. The song touched the softest part of Anran's heart and made her heart tremble. She finally felt the reality of rebirth in another world belonging to music. It was a strong impact she had never experienced before. The silence in the audience was like a depressing storm, suffocating. This is No. 1 Middle School. There are many students who can play the piano and dance, but the only person who can really talk about the piano to this extent is An Ran. "The girl in Class 1 is so beautiful!" someone whispered, seeming to be deeply attracted by the beauty on the stage and was so shocked that she couldn't speak. "What song is she playing?" “It sounds like Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata!” “Wow, that’s such a classic piece!” "It's so beautiful!" "Yeah, what's her name?" "The host said it was An Ran."
"An Ran is the sister of An Jing, whose family is very rich." "An Jing is her brother?" Hua Zhan sat in the audience, staring at An Ran, who was shining brightly under the spotlight on the stage. He felt mixed emotions in his heart, with joy and bitterness surging like a tide. He had known about An Ran's talent for a long time. If it weren't for the change in her attitude towards him during this period, they would have gotten along closer, at least close enough that many people on campus would know that An Ran was An Jing's sister and the girl who often appeared next to Hua Zhan. But he couldn't help but secretly think that An Ran was just being upset recently. After a while, when he could find the reason for her upset and make her happy, she would revolve around him like before. By then, will their relationship become closer in everyone's eyes? An Jing, who was sitting aside, was also secretly proud in his heart, because Ranran's glory belonged to the stage after all. So what if she has her own ideas? She is just young and ignorant, without any experience of the world, and does not understand how precious what her family has given her is. No matter how much she wants to be independent, people will only remember that she is An Jing's sister, and she is the young lady of the An family. Anran's gaze passed across the stage and looked directly at the students below. Seeing the young and attractive faces, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't help but blink. It was so good to be still alive, to feel the beating of life, and to feel the beauty of music. In her previous life, there was a middle-aged man working in real estate in her circle of friends. After he resigned from his job, he often liked to post a sentence in his circle of friends: "When I wake up in the morning, I feel that everything can be forgiven." Everyone probably has a moment when everything is forgivable. Some people watched a beautiful sunset. Some people watched a brilliant fireworks display. Some people leaned together to enjoy the snow. Some people sit under a warm roof with their family and friends to enjoy the lights of thousands of homes. Some people, after being reborn after a catastrophe... "She went to Warsaw to participate in the Xiao competition and won a prize, right?" The classmates looked at each other in disbelief and were shocked. No. 1 High School is the best high school in Jincheng, but it is not an art college that specializes in producing art students. The appearance of An Ran was like a flash of lightning, instantly piercing through those students who were pursuing academic performance and prestigious schools, bringing a strong shock. An Ran had never thought about how many of her classmates were really interested in piano music, but just as her music teacher thought, her classmates kept praising her. An Ran smiled calmly and stood up gracefully. Regardless, nothing is the same as it was before. This change in the attitude of her classmates and her own inner recognition made her feel that it was great to be alive. It felt even better to be able to follow her own feelings and live according to her own inner wishes. On the other side of the stage, Wei Yuanfeng stood quietly, his eyes as hot as flames, focused on An Ran on the stage, his eyes flashing with undisguised astonishment. His eyes couldn't hide his concentration on An Ran, which made Liang Qin next to him glance sideways and gossip teasingly, "Have you continued to pursue An Ran recently?" Wei Yuanfeng's obsessed eyes moved away from An Ran, "I should focus more on the business." Liang Qin curled her lips, "Her brother is hard to talk to, it doesn't matter, we will graduate next year anyway." Wei Yuanfeng curled his lips and smiled softly. He said nothing more, but walked towards the stage and acted as the host in time. "It's so beautiful. This famous Moonlight Song..." He and An Ran went on stage one and left the stage the other. When they passed each other, they nodded slightly to each other as a sign of friendship. The lingering sound of An Ran's piano music made many students in the audience unable to recover for a long time after the next program started. But as time went by, everyone cheered and immersed themselves in the next program.
Until the fashion show organized by the Student Union began. "Oh my god, how can Senior Liu Zizi walk out of the show with Senior Hua Zhan?" "Can Senior Liang Qin agree?" The main reason is that senior sister Liu Zizi’s hardware is average. Under the stage, An Ran had already taken off her performance clothes and sat in the seats reserved for the first grade class of high school to watch the ceremony. This fashion show, like the street dance medley performed by teachers and students at the beginning, was the first performance since the establishment of No. 1 Middle School. Once announced, it had already aroused the expectations of teachers and students throughout the school when the Student Union announced the program list for this evening party. Therefore, as soon as the music started, the students in the audience stretched their necks to look at the stage. Soon, Hua Zhan, dressed in a handsome and carefully styled outfit, appeared on the stage, causing a burst of screams from the audience. Zhou Ningyue is also one of the screaming monsters. Zhang Xiaoli was calmer than her, but he was also so excited that he couldn't help gossiping with An Ran next to him. "The clothes they wore on the catwalk were sponsored by Liu Zizi's family." An Ran said with a smile. "Senior Liu Zizi's family is in the clothing business?" Zhang Xiaoli really didn't know. "Their clothes are well made." It's not that the clothes are good, but the brand marketing is good, so the Liu family has a certain status in the clothing industry. This is why Liu Zizi is not afraid at all when facing Liang Qin, who has a good family background and good looks. The strength of the Liu family in Jincheng should not be underestimated. Liang Qin dared to mock her, but she did not dare to really bully her. This is also the important reason why Liu Ziazi, who looks average, pursues Hua Zhan in a high-profile and willful manner, and why Hua Zhan clearly doesn't like her but treats her well. "I see. Her money power allowed her to start the show with Senior Hua Zhan." "I heard that Senior Sister Liu Zizi not only sponsored all the costumes for this fashion show, but also covered the makeup expenses of their model team. Otherwise, how could they all look so good? They hired professional stylists to do the styling." After screaming, Zhou Ningyue regained her senses and became the little moon who loved gossip again.