However, when the people of Huo Ying heard this song, their hearts could not help but tremble, and a trace of nostalgia and other strange emotions flickered in their eyes.
"Did Mirai really sing this song? It's so good."
A little girl under ten blinked as she looked at Mirai on the stage. Little stars seemed to appear in her eyes.
Under normal circumstances, this girl, not yet ten years old, would surely have been mocked by her friends or lectured by her parents.
But this time, no one mocked or lectured her, because her parents and friends wore the same expressions as she did, some of them even more captivated.
"Did you teach Mirai songs like this, Mr. Iruka?"
Kinomoto Sakura's mouth opened slightly as she stared unblinkingly at Mirai on the stage. Under all the lights, he shone brilliantly. She could hardly believe she had asked Iruka, who had taught Mirai for years.
Hearing this, Iruka gave a bitter smile. "How could I teach him something like this? How could I sing a song like that?"
Kinomoto Sakura did not hear Iruka's answer. Even without hearing it, she knew what Iruka would say. She had only asked because she truly could not believe that Mirai had sung that song.
As for the others, such as the fruit shop owner and the villagers who had come to see Mirai make a fool of himself, they too showed traces of shock after hearing his song, their faces burning hot.
Some of the women who had talked about Mirai glanced at one another at the same time, seeing each other's embarrassment in their eyes.
Of course, those were only the reactions of a small portion of the crowd. Most people were completely immersed in Mirai's song and lyrics.
At that moment,