Chapter 1519: Chapter 1519

"Han, what should we do now?"

Guan Yanqing looked at Han Shan with a troubled expression.

"Do you only know how to ask what to do?"

Han Shan glared at Guan Yanqing and gritted his teeth, saying, "I’ll immediately contact the other Vice Alliance Hierarchs and the Alliance Leader. The new students this year aren’t easy to deal with."

Tang Ming wasn’t aware of Chen Cang running off to cause trouble at the Little Martial Arts event, and for the next few days, no one bothered him, which made him feel rather uneasy.

Every day, he attended classes, chatted with Shao Wuyou and the others, and spent time with Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli when he had a moment. His days were quite uneventful.

The only thing that bothered him was not knowing why Shao Wuyou and Meng Xianjun were acting strangely, howling in the dorm every day after school.

Shao Wuyou was messing around with a broken guitar, yelling and shouting.

Meng Xianjun held a poetry book, incessantly reciting various famous poems.

"Have you two gone mad? Why are you suddenly into music and recitation?"

As night fell, watching Shao Wuyou and Meng Xianjun holding guitars and singing in the dorm, Tang Ming was nearly driven insane.

"They’re preparing for the performances at the welcome party."

Hua Yingjie sighed as he looked at Tang Ming: "It’s said Lu Xiaolu will also be performing on stage, so they all want to show off. If they can win a spot in the college party, they might get a chance to perform at the school-wide welcome party."

"With the way those two are, if they really perform on stage, they’ll definitely put a group of audience members to death."

Tang Ming looked at Shao Wuyou and Meng Xianjun with disdain, especially since these two couldn’t play the guitar at all, sang terribly, and their recitations were even more unbearable.

"What do you mean by that? Are you crushing our dreams?"

Shao Wuyou immediately stopped what he was doing and angrily stared at Tang Ming: "I’ve always dreamed of becoming a musician."

"Exactly, this is a chance to showcase ourselves in front of the entire college or even the whole school. We must go on stage," Meng Xianjun seriously looked at Tang Ming, "Our reputation at school was terrible before, so we have to find a way to turn things around."

"Is that what you guys were thinking?"

Tang Ming suddenly understood, "But if you want to get on stage this way, unless the literary department folks are idiots, there’s no way they would agree."

"But you can think of other ways to get on stage."

Tang Ming quickly reminded them.

"Like what? Singing is a quick performance."

Shao Wuyou looked at Tang Ming in confusion.

"Poetry recitation is the simplest performance. What’s easier than that?"

Meng Xianjun eagerly stared at Tang Ming.

"Come on, don’t you know how to leverage your strengths? Your forte is martial arts. Instead of learning singing and recitation, why not perform martial arts on stage?"

Tang Ming rolled his eyes helplessly.

"You think we haven’t thought about that? Unfortunately, the two of us don’t have as high cultivation as you, and it’s guaranteed that there’ll be skilled individuals in the audience. If we really go on stage to perform martial arts, we’ll definitely be laughed at."

Meng Xianjun quickly shook his head.

"Are you pig-headed? Martial arts performance and martial arts fighting aren’t the same!"

Tang Ming sighed, looking at these two brothers helplessly: "A performance is for the audience. As long as you two cooperate, design the moves to look nice, and throw in some high-difficulty actions, you’ll definitely satisfy the audience.

And as for those who truly understand martial arts, you can completely ignore them. It’s just a performance, what more do you want?"

Shao Wuyou and Meng Xianjun exchanged looks and suddenly became excited.

"Isn’t that bad? It seems that martial artists look down on martial arts performances. Those two are martial masters, and if they perform fancy moves on stage, they’ll definitely be ridiculed."

Hua Yingjie worriedly reminded them.

"We’ve already lost face anyway. If you go on stage to perform martial arts, there’s nothing to fear about being laughed at. Losing face, so what?"

Tang Ming chuckled indifferently.

"It’s settled then. A spectacular martial arts performance is much easier than singing."

Shao Wuyou immediately tossed the guitar to Tang Ming and enthusiastically began to think about moves.

Tang Ming sighed, picked up the pick, adjusted the guitar, and gently started playing.

A melodious and light piece of music immediately filled the dormitory.

As the music played, Tang Ming entered a state of self-forgetfulness, playing more and more naturally.

Shao Wuyou and the others stopped what they were doing, each staring at Tang Ming as if they’d seen a ghost.

As the music continued, people from other dorms gathered at the doorway of Room 137, quietly watching Tang Ming.

Over time, the light music rhythm suddenly changed, becoming heavy and melancholic.

Everyone could hear that Tang Ming was deeply missing someone, and the music driving into their ears automatically formed an image in their minds of a departed loved one.

After a long while, Tang Ming slowly shed tears and finally stopped, wondering how Wei’er was doing now.

A wave of enthusiastic applause broke out.

Tang Ming was startled, quickly wiping his tears and looking around in surprise — the dormitory corridor was packed.

"Brother, who knew you had that skill? You should’ve said earlier."

Shao Wuyou looked at Tang Ming with admiration.

"If you get into girl-charming mode, you’ll be unstoppable, so heartfelt."

Meng Xianjun nodded repeatedly, full of emotion.

"Ming, you should sign up to perform. Just from that piece, you could definitely win a place."

Hua Yingjie shouted excitedly.

"I’m not interested."

Tang Ming felt a bit embarrassed, holding the guitar and rushing out. Being seen crying by so many people was too embarrassing.

"Don’t leave, play us another tune."

A group tried to coax him into staying.

Tang Ming forcefully made his way out, running away.

"We must sign Tang Ming up. We can’t let his talent go to waste."

Shao Wuyou and Meng Xianjun exchanged a glance and decided to register Tang Ming for the welcome party.

Tang Ming ran out of the dormitory with the guitar, the thoughts of Wei’er that had been stirred up growing more intense.

"Ah, no wonder the two young ladies have been busy rehearsing recently; they were preparing for the welcome party,"

Tang Ming sighed, walking alone towards the field.

By now, it was completely dark, with only a few sneaky couples on the field talking about love. This state, where no one could see each other, was perfect for dating.

Tang Ming wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to the couples around him. He found a spot to sit, adjusted the guitar, and once again plucked the strings, letting the beautiful music arise softly.

Soon after, a similarly beautiful melody started in harmony with Tang Ming’s music.

Tang Ming expressed surprise. This kind of traditional sound was probably a guzheng, and he couldn’t believe someone else was playing this late in this area!