novelraw Chapter 439 Ji Yebai, How Could You Do This? 2
Chapter 439 Ji Yebai, How Could You Do This? 2
"Recalling the gentleness in your eyes of the past,
Recalling their once profound shadows;
..."
A female student’s eyes reddened, unwilling to listen any further.
The strained, laborious voice continued:
"How many people loved your moments of youthful joy,
Admired your beauty,
Whether pretend or sincere
..."
"Stop reciting!" Luo Huahua waved at him from below the stage, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She snatched a whiteboard, quickly wrote something on it with a marker, and held it up—
You can forfeit! You can do it!
Qiao Nancheng seemed to see it, and seemed not to, stumbling, as if defending something:
"Only one person loves the pilgrim soul in you,
Loves the aging pain etched in your wrinkles;
...
Above your head on the mountain it paces slowly,
Hides its face among a crowd of stars
..."
"..."
Qiao Nancheng’s recitation ended, there was no applause at the scene, yet, there was also no sound.
Dong Yingluo couldn’t hide her pride, such a terrible recitation, it’s not even about rank placing—she felt embarrassed for Qiao Nancheng!
She glanced around and was stunned.
Lan Wanyue was wiping her nose with a tissue, with reddened eyes.
Luo Huahua was squatting on the ground, crying her eyes out, not caring that her beautiful long dress got dirty.
And many others, so many others...
All in silence.
Each person’s expression was very complex.
Until—
"Clap clap clap..." The applause came from Ji Yebai!
Young Master Ji applauding for Qiao Nancheng? Dong Yingluo couldn’t believe her eyes!
People then started to awaken from their trance, frantically clapping as if their hands weren’t their own.
Not afraid of pain, nor fatigue.
Why? Why is this?
Dong Yingluo couldn’t fathom.
Everyone was supposed to collectively mock this dead stammerer, right? He should be greeted with mockery and ridicule! Why was it applause instead?
...
Sports Department.
Ning Xixi was helping to clean up, Cheng Youran rushed over in a hurry, "Xixi! Come with me quick! Something happened to Qiaoqiao!"
"What?!" Dropping the rag she was holding, Ning Xixi asked anxiously, "What happened?"
"Just come with me and you’ll see!" Cheng Youran dragged her, running quickly to the auditorium.
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When the two arrived, just as Qiao Nancheng’s recitation had ended, the judges from the Cultural Department were giving their reviews.
Just then, it was Dong Yingluo’s turn to speak.
Those before her had praised, but only Dong Yingluo—with superficial gentleness, yet actually harsh—said:
"Full of emotion, very fitting... however, the pauses and breaks were very uncomfortable, student. I suggest you practice more, better luck next time!"
She gave Qiao Nancheng the lowest score.
Next to comment, it was Ji Yebai’s turn.
He frowned, his handsome brow furrowed, said nothing, and gave a score of "0."
Seeing his score of zero, the audience below became agitated.
"Young Master Ji! How can you give such a low score!"
"Qiao Nancheng’s recitation was very good! We strongly suggest a re-evaluation!"
"Protest! Let Qiao Nancheng advance to the next round!"
"..."
Hearing that mess of voices, Ji Yebai, irritated, ripped off his tie. Don’t they know that letting Qiao Nancheng continue is the real harm?
"All of you shut up! Zero is zero, what more is there to ask?"
Ning Xixi, having heard the whole story from Cheng Youran, walked over angrily, "Ji Yebai, how can you do this!"