Chapter 1541: Chapter 1541

"I’m not really worried about messing up; I’m more concerned about whether my act will be chosen for the school’s welcome party."

Meng Xianjun nervously rubbed his hands: "If I could participate in the school’s welcome party, I’d become famous."

"Is there a difference between the school’s freshman party and the college’s freshman party?"

Tang Ming put down his phone and raised his head in confusion.

"Of course there’s a difference! The number of people alone is ten times greater."

Shao Wuyou got excited, glanced at the audience outside: "Our Medical College has just over two thousand students. But during the school-level welcome party, all the students can come watch, there’ll be at least ten thousand people!"

"Performing in front of ten thousand people, just thinking about it is so thrilling."

Meng Xianjun’s eyes sparkled, "I heard there will be leaders and representative teams from other schools in the Imperial City watching. As long as I perform well, I might become famous in other schools."

"Hehe, don’t dream too much."

At this moment, a discordant voice chimed in.

Zhao Yan, accompanied by a young girl dressed in ancient attire, walked up to Tang Ming and the others with a cold sneer.

"What do you want now?"

Shao Wuyou looked at Zhao Yan with displeasure.

"I don’t want anything, just here to tell you, there are only two acts from the Medical College that can go to the school-level welcome party, I’m one of them, and you guys... hehe."

Zhao Yan sneered disdainfully.

"Are you so sure you’ll win?"

Shao Wuyou looked at Zhao Yan displeased.

Zhao Yan lifted his head, looking unhappily at Lu Xiaolu: "Xiaolu, you will regret not collaborating with me, because you and he definitely won’t place."

"It doesn’t matter! I’m just playing around with my boyfriend."

Lu Xiaolu shrugged indifferently; for someone like her, who’s been hustling since childhood, rankings aren’t a concern.

"A stubborn duck; you just wait to be eliminated."

Zhao Yan snorted coldly, wrapped his arm around the waist of the girl in ancient attire: "Let me introduce, this is my partner, Fang Hongxue."

"Average, doesn’t have the chest, doesn’t have the butt, could it be a male disguised as a female?"

Meng Xianjun looked up and down at Fang Hongxue with disdain.

"You’re talking nonsense."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan got furious.

"Shao Wuyou, Meng Xianjun, it’s your turn."

At this moment, the stage manager suddenly shouted loudly.

"It’s our turn to go on stage."

Shao Wuyou and Meng Xianjun hurriedly ran toward the stage entrance.

"Zhao Yan, Fang Hongxue be ready, you’re up next."

The stage manager glanced at the program list, loudly reminding them.

In the audience, Li Xiaoli hugged a bag of popcorn, looking at the stage with disdain: "The Medical College’s party doesn’t seem that interesting."

"They’re all students, what do you expect?"

Liu Mengting munching on her snacks, smiled indifferently: "We just came to support Tang Ming, just wondering when he’ll perform?"

"Do you know what Tang Ming’s act is?"

Mu Zixin asked curiously.

"No clue! The content of all our acts is kept secret from each other, or else there’s no surprise!"

Li Xiaoli responded earnestly.

"Alright, I’m still quite looking forward to it."

Mu Zixin chuckled, then stopped talking.

"It’s Shao Wuyou and Meng Xianjun’s turn."

Liu Junmei sat next to Liu Mengting: "We know these people, so it’s much more interesting."

As the host’s words ended, Meng Xianjun flipped onto the stage directly, while Shao Wuyou did a series of side-flips onto the stage. They faced the audience and bowed in greeting.

Their act was called Martial Arts Wind, and as a piece of graceful classical music played, they began fighting on stage with flashy, high-difficulty routines, drawing cheers from the scene.

"Wow, didn’t think these two had such good martial arts."

Li Xiaoli clapped and cheered.

Liu Mengting and others were also thrilled.

Mu Zixin looked disdainful, having seen many masters, and the two before her seemed like monkey performers.

Wu Xiaoxia remained expressionless, with no emotional fluctuation.

Though among the students present some were martial artists, most were martial arts novices like Li Xiaoli and Liu Mengting. Seeing such an exciting fight piqued their interest.

The party reached a climax; although the two on stage were martial masters, they used basic cultivation to show high-difficulty martial arts duels, making it quite engaging.

After the performance, Shao Wuyou and Meng Xianjun left the stage, and then Fang Hongxue sat in front of a guzheng, while Zhao Yan elegantly got on stage, performing swordsmanship accompanied by music.

Zhao Yan’s martial foundation was solid, and his cultivation was high. His swordsmanship performance was varied and top-notch, and many who understood martial arts could see Zhao Yan was a skilled master.

Unfortunately, most in attendance didn’t understand martial arts, so they could only see Zhao Yan jumping all over the stage, feeling it had little value besides the pleasant music, a stark contrast to the previous duo’s combat.

"Finished, finished, this guy’s performance is too brilliant."

Shao Wuyou slumped backstage, worriedly shaking his head: "The seven-star Martial Master really is strong, even his sword qi was released."

"Indeed very impressive; performing before him was our mistake."

Meng Xianjun also shook his head repeatedly.

"What are you worried about? Didn’t you notice the lack of applause from the audience?"

Tang Ming reminded with a baffled look.

"Yeah! Why is such an amazing swordsmanship getting so little applause?"

Shao Wuyou questioned, confused.

"Because not many can appreciate it."

Tang Ming sniffed with disdain: "His swordsmanship really is good, but performing solo is less engaging. If someone matched him, the stage effect would be entirely different."

"Makes sense! Especially with the guzheng accompaniment, his swordsmanship felt offbeat, seeming awkward instead."

Meng Xianjun nodded repeatedly.

Soon, the performance ended, yet unfortunately with a lukewarm response.

Backstage, Zhao Yan’s expression was extremely sour; he thought his act would explode the venue but wasn’t very popular.

"Class rep Zhao, seems your act isn’t as well-received as ours?"

Shao Wuyou looked at Zhao Yan smugly.

Zhao Yan snorted coldly, his face ominously grim; in hindsight, he shouldn’t have performed swordsmanship, though visually appealing, wasn’t fiery enough.

After a while, it was Tang Ming and Lu Xiaolu’s turn.

Lu Xiaolu stripped off her outfit, unveiling a super seductive costume underneath.

On top was a gold belly-baring top with hanging pendants, simply wrapped around her chest, beneath was a silver barley dance skirt, safety shorts high to her thighs, glistening silver tassels below, and her long, straight legs were particularly eye-catching.