Chapter 291: As an older brother, one must have poise

Mu Xianyan, at the school gate, looked at the small map on her phone and led Mu Xianqi to an unknown number of teaching buildings.

"Why is there no road here?" she frowned, staring at the screen, her tone impatient.

What east, west, south, north.

Mu Xianqi followed behind her, his dark gray overcoat making his posture straight; he raised his hand to rub his brow.

"How are you reading the map? Weren't you supposed to be at Building Four's banquet hall? This is clearly the rear side door of Building Two."

Saying that, he lifted his gaze to look around; seeing no students nearby, he guessed they had all gone to the banquet hall.

"How would I know where Building Four is?" Mu Xianyan put away her phone, took off the black sunglasses on her face, "I'm not a student here; just finding this place is already good."

Mu Xianqi said dissatisfied: "…There are no students left here; we're about to miss my sister's performance."

Those people in the group kept throwing videos and pictures at him one after another, making him almost die of anger.

Mu Xianyan reopened the map, her fingertip swiftly swiping the screen as she walked forward, muttering: "What can I do? Can't I just conjure a route out of thin air? Or you could carry me and fly over."

Mu Xianqi: "…"

A silver-gray custom-made motorcycle parked steadily in the nearby parking area, its wheels rolling over the ground with a light, crisp sound.

The youth swung his long legs over, dismounted neatly, lifted his hand to take off the black helmet, revealing a neat head of black hair, the ends slightly naturally curled, slightly tousled by the wind.

He wore a black leather jacket over a cream-colored high-neck sweater, the collar revealing a section of silver necklace, accentuating the slender line of his neck.

His handsome brows and eyes held a hint of proud smile—this was Song Yusui, who had just rushed back from the company.

He locked the bike, turned, and saw the two not far away; his eyes lit up, he strode over, raised his hand to pat Mu Xianqi's shoulder, and said cheerfully: "Hey, Qi-ge, Yan-yan, you're here too?"

Song Yusui's gaze fell on Mu Xianyan, scanning her up and down.

She had a head of linen-colored curly hair, wore sunglasses, and was dressed in a white long dress.

Song Yusui drew a breath, pointed at her exposed shoulders and neck, feeling no beauty, only cold: "Really, Yan-yan? Wearing this in 10-degree weather?"

"With that strapless long dress and boots, are you trying to turn yourself into an ice sculpture violin?"

Seeing his gaze, Mu Xianqi instinctively stepped closer to Mu Xianyan, as if shielding her from the wind, "I can't control her."

Mu Xianyan let out a soft "hum," put her sunglasses back on, shielding the emotions in her eyes, her tone a bit arrogant: "Don't even think about controlling me; this dress I specially matched for Youbao's performance, so our photo will look good."

Song Yusui waved his hand, "I'm not interfering, just saying—go on playing, I'm heading to the banquet hall."

This person is not at all as cute as the sister.

"Wait a moment," Mu Xianqi immediately called out to him, "You lead the way; we'll follow you."

He really couldn't let Mu Xianyan keep looking at the map; if they kept going around, they'd truly miss the performance.

"Okay."

As the three walked toward the banquet hall, on the other side Song Lujing came rushing out of the Nan Feng teaching building.

He still wore a thin jacket, the zipper not done up, revealing a sweatshirt underneath printed with an esports team logo.

His hair was a bit messy from sleep, the bangs hanging over his forehead, yet it hardly affected his handsome face.

He glanced at the time on his phone, "Holy shit," and his steps flew.

Wuwuwu, he was abandoned again by Xi Ge.

He would never happily nap in the classroom again.

Song Huaiyu leaned against the passenger seat, his forehead bangs blown somewhat flat, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, the eyes behind the lenses still heavy with sleep.

He raised his hand to turn off the incessant alarm, turned his head to look at Mu Nian in the driver's seat, "Brother Nian, can we park a bit faster? If we're any slower we'll really miss Youbao's piano performance."

He had met Mu Nian at the airport, thinking that traveling together would get them there earlier, so they came together.

Indeed, they arrived earlier.

But he hadn't expected Mu Nian to insist on finding a "symmetrical and non-intrusive" parking spot, wasting four minutes going back and forth.

Song Huaiyu was so anxious he wanted to jump out of the car.

Soon he'd be scolded by Song Huaixian again!

Mu Nian drawled, "Don't rush, I haven't finished parking yet—safety first."

Song Huaiyu frantically replied to Song Huaixian's message, "Safety first can't come before my sister being first!"

Mu Nian's tone remained the same: "What's the hurry? I just saw Xiao Xi's video in the group—it had just reached the climax; if we go in now, we'll perfectly catch the ending and bows."

Song Huaiyu swallowed the words "obsessive-compulsive disorder," "Keep parking, can you let me get out first?"

Mu Nian: "No, we have to walk together; as an older brother, one must have poise."

We can't have just him be late.

Song Huaiyu felt hopeless, cursing the owner of that silver-gray motorcycle in his heart hundreds of times.

Inside the banquet hall, the piano notes were falling to the finale.

Mu Youyu's fingertip lightly released on the Star Sink piano keys; the last note rose softly, dissipating into the air together with Bai Yun's voice.

The two bowed slightly before the crowd.

Jiang Liangjin almost at the moment the piano notes faded, threw the microphone to Yu Ci, stepped forward, and his long fingers gently grasped Mu Youyu's hand.

"You played wonderfully." He lowered his gaze to look at her, his tone openly proud: "My little treasure is the best."

Some of the brothers who had just arrived downstairs watched their clasped hands, eyes filled with killing intent.