Chapter 8 - 003: The Fleeting Years
"Wanwan!" Xu Chengyang gasped, doubting his eyes were playing tricks on him, "He... he... isn't he that handsome capitalist guy from that night!"
"..." I really don't need any more reminders like that.
Xu Chengyang shook Yao Ye's arm again, excitedly saying, "I knew he looked familiar! That's my God! My God! As his die-hard, brainless fan, how could I not recognize him? I must punish myself with three cups of bubble tea later!"
Yao Ye twitched her mouth: "..."
The noise hadn't stopped yet, suddenly, the person on the stage lightly coughed, staring indifferently at everyone, making the whole room fall silent instantly.
Fu Weiheng raised an eyebrow, glanced at the third row at the dazed Su Wan, and lazily said, "You all know the theme of this lecture, right?"
A girl from the back row was the first to raise her hand: "Classical music!"
Su Wan got startled by Fu Weiheng's seemingly directed gaze, muttering to herself, "It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion..."
"Did he just look at us!" Xu Chengyang tugged both of their sleeves simultaneously, his tone light but his emotion extremely excited.
Yao Ye snorted lightly, gave her a disdainful glance, and didn't speak.
Xu Chengyang cluelessly asked, "What do you mean?"