After they finished singing, they returned to their original seats. The group next to them was Lin Luoxue and the others.
Wang Yan sat cross-legged at the back. Li Shuci leaned over and asked, "Wang Yan, why didn't you sing just now?"
"Because I was already offstage. I couldn't be bothered to go back."
"Oh." Li Shuci nodded. "I thought you didn't like that song."
Yu Hao spoke up then. "Shuci, you weren't wrong. Old Wang really doesn't like that song. He said all of us failed English, and these freshmen don't have particularly good English either, so they wouldn't understand it at all."
Li Shuci thought about it. "I really couldn't understand it. I haven't seen Les Misérables; Zhong Bai was the one who told me about it. When I heard it for the first time last night, I could only barely understand some of it, and I couldn't even hear your singing clearly..."
Yu Hao froze awkwardly. Not just him—the happily excited Lu Qiaochuan and Zhong Bai in front of them also stiffened.
As if realizing the conversation had gone cold, Li Shuci added, "But you still sang very well. Everyone was really in sync, and you sang loudly. Um... Lu Qiaochuan and Xiao Haiyang looked really cool drumming too, and... Brother Hao's solo part sounded really nice..."
"Enough, Shuci. Stop trying to patch it up," Yu Hao said, pinching his fingers in an orchid gesture. "No matter what, we've finished singing. And judging by the audience's reaction, it was a huge success."
Gu Yixin eagerly chimed in, "Brother Hao, it was an enormous success! Those students were so excited just now. I saw several girls whose eyes were sparkling. Some people just can't fit in—they have to make themselves look unique, like they're the only clear-headed person