New Year's Concert, six days to go
"Hello, hello, hello."
Inside the empty Aurora Aria concert hall, Jing Liuli made her final microphone adjustments.
Her clear, pure voice carried beneath the dome, bringing an inexplicable sense of relaxation.
Jing Liuli tilted her head and listened carefully to her own echo, then turned toward Tiandao in the front row of the audience and proudly raised her chin.
"Did you hear that, Tiandao? I don't go off-key at all!"
You could question my intelligence, but you absolutely could not question my singing ability!
Not even you, Tiandao, you big bad guy!
In response, Tiandao lounged lazily against the back of his chair, twirling a Cube he had no idea where he had fished out with his fingertips as he said absentmindedly, "Yes, yes, yes. Your singing is the best."
Hearing Tiandao's perfunctory tone, like he was humoring a child, Jing Liuli's cheeks immediately puffed up like a pufferfish.
She glared furiously at Tiandao. If looks could kill, Tiandao would have been killed hundreds of times over by now!
But unfortunately, her eyes couldn't kill anyone.
"Hmph."
Jing Liuli gave a muffled snort, then closed her eyes again.
There were still around six days until the concert began.
Over the past few years, she had already held dozens of concerts of all sizes, averaging one every month.
But faced with this incomparably important New Year's Concert that was about to arrive,
Jing Liuli could not help feeling a little nervous.
After all, she had approached all her previous concerts with a playful attitude. Even if she made a mistake, it did not matter.
But this time was different.
This time... was too crucial.
Yet people were just like that—the more they cared, the easier it was to lose.
Under the immense psychological pressure,