Chapter 77: Senior Song

The boy on stage smiled, his voice clear and cold: "Long time no see, everyone, I'm Song Huaiyu."

The boy was an aggressive, dark‑handsome type, dressed all in black formal attire, with a few strands of lightly dyed gold short messy hair hanging over his forehead, his deep eyes lazy and domineering.

As applause rose, he didn't bow like the others, nor did he flash a standard smile; he simply tugged at his cuff with one hand and casually rested the microphone on its stand.

He was exactly like a rebellious teen who refuses to be disciplined.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Senior Song, your dyed hair makes you even more handsome!"

The boy didn't have a script, just leaned forward slightly, saying, "It's an honor to speak on behalf of the outstanding graduates… I mainly got a recommendation exemption and had nothing to do, so I came here to mess around."

The audience fell silent for a few seconds.

"... What's wrong with Senior Song?"

"Where's my good student Huaiyu? How did he suddenly become so wild?"

"Did he get stimulated?"

"Damn! What's the big deal about a recommendation exemption? Huaiyu's just out there having fun."

"Are you believing he's Huaiyu or believing I am?"

"Nobody believes."

"..."

The noise from the audience wasn't small, but the boy's clear, cold voice steadily caught it.

The boy's gaze swept over the two familiar faces below, the curve of his lips deepening a bit more: "Believe me, why wouldn't you?"

After speaking, he tilted his head, the silver tiny earring behind his ear swaying slightly with the motion, flamboyant and unrestrained.

"Ahhhhh! Senior Song, I believe you!"

"Huaiyu's personality has become more cheerful!"

"Huaiyu even got an earring, ahhhh!"

"I never expected the school to invite Huaiyu, ahhhh!"

Yet he seemed not to hear the commotion, slowly pulling out his phone from his pocket: "I had originally prepared an eight‑hundred‑word speech."

He lightly coughed into the microphone, his tone a bit nonchalant: "But this morning my cat stepped on and ruined it, so I can only say a couple of things casually."

"?"

The audience fell silent.

"When did Senior Song get a cat?"

"That doesn't match his demeanor!"

"And you let the cat run wild on his desk?"

Mu Youyu sat in the center, clearly seeing the person on stage, fingertips touching her lips, holding back laughter.

Jiang Liangjin also recognized him, curling her lips.

When the boy on stage lifted his eyes, a hint of cunning crept into the smile in his depths: "But it doesn't matter."

He lifted his chin toward the microphone, his voice tinged with allure: "Anyway, you're mainly here to see me, not to hear me preach grand truths, right?"

Below, a uniform shout erupted: "Yes——"

Mu Youyu finally couldn't hold back, gave a light cough, turned her head to Jiang Liangjin, and said, "Is this the person you said was coming?"

Jiang Liangjin nodded, "Yeah, we specially invited Brother Huaiyu, but I don't know why Brother Huaixian showed up instead."

The students nearby, quietly eavesdropping on their conversation, were completely bewildered.

"What Huaiyu brother, Huaixian brother?"

After a minute, the boy finally finished his speech, ignoring what they said, merely looking down and instantly spotting a familiar figure, his eyes lighting up.

Before the audience could react, they saw him dash straight toward the middle of the first row.

The boy ran down, straight to Mu Youyu, hugging her tightly, his voice excited: "Baby!"

"?"

The whole place erupted in an uproar.

"Isn't this girl the campus belle Mu, childhood sweetheart of the three campus hunks!"

"Young Master Jiang doesn't mind!"

"Where's my aloof academic ace Huaiyu?"

"Not only has Song Huaiyu's personality changed, but how is he hugging a girl in public?"

Mu Youyu didn't stand up, letting him hold her, a smile in her refined eyes, her voice soft: "Brother Huaixian."

Song Huaixian, the younger twin brother of Song Huaiyu, they look identical, their voices nine‑tenths alike, only their tones differ.

He is not the elder brother of cousin Song Lujing, but his paternal cousin.

Mu Youyu's cousin, the youngest son of her second uncle.

After all, her mother's side has four brothers.

Just counting her cousins, she has several.

Jiang Liangjin pushed the cup toward the table, afraid it would fall.

Song Huaixian gently loosened his hold on Mu Youyu; seeing she'd done her makeup, he didn't pinch her cheeks, merely tidying the little crown in her hair: "Baby, you look even prettier!"

Wearing the little crown he gave her, she's a living little princess!

As front‑row spectators of the melon‑eating, Class A:!?

The nearest Bai Yun:!!

Jiang Liangjin sat upright, "Brother Huaixian."

Song Huaixian's smile unchanged, "A Jin, long time no see!"

But his eyes held surprise.

Yo, it's exactly as Xiao Xi said, they've made up.

"Xiong-ge, long time no see, you just came back?"

Song Huaixian hasn't studied here since high school; he went to B Shi to study, but now he's graduated, and during winter and summer breaks he's been having fun in M Guo.

"Yes, yes! Just got off the plane!"

Mu Youyu curiously asked: "How come you're back in the country to stand in for Huaiyu-ge?"

"Baby, you don't welcome the older brother?"

Song Huaixian quickly wiped away his smile, feigning sadness as he covered his chest, his voice drawn out: "boo-hoo, I'm so pitiful, no one loves me, I specially snatched Huaiyu's lecture opportunity and still got looked down on!"

Mu Youyu quickly waved her hands: "No way! I miss Huaixian-ge the most!"

Jiang Liangjin: "......"

The students watching the show were dumbfounded.

What does that mean?

How could they not understand?

Isn't this Young Master Yu?

Song Huaixian's hand still lingered on the shattered diamond crown in Mu Youyu's hair; hearing this, he deliberately drew out his tone, saying 'Oh?' and then: "Do you miss him more than you miss Huaiyu-ge?"

Mu Youyu without hesitation: "Yes!"

This commotion fell into the eyes of the students below, like lovers' teasing; a few students in the front row opened their mouths into an O shape.

Song Huaixian, however, managed a smile, and said to the phone still on the call: "My dear brother, you lost again, again, and again!"

Mu Youyu instinctively glanced at his screen, which showed they were in a video call, with the note: "My cheap older brother."

Mu Youyu: "......" Haha.

A voice came from the other end, Song Huaiyu gritting his teeth: "If I had known, I wouldn't have made a bet with you."

"Winner takes the bet!" Song Huaixian raised his chin at the screen: "Hurry up and give me that sports car you snapped last time!"

That limited-edition sports car he had eyed for a long time; at the last auction, Song Huaiyu raised the price and snatched it away, but this time he could finally win it back!

Hahaha! Heaven helps me, my beloved car, I'm coming!

Song Huaixian hadn't forgotten his precious little sister; he leaned close to Mu Youyu so she could fully see the screen.

The youth on the other side had features identical to Song Huaixian's, but his temperament was completely different.

That background seemed to be a laboratory, the white coat's cuffs still stained with a light color.

Before Mu Youyu could speak, Song Huaiyu on the other end gritted his teeth and said: "You raised the price by ten billion just to compete with me for that car!"

Is it really that necessary?

Originally, he could have won it for twelve billion!

"Who told you not to yield to me!" Song Huaixian snorted: "Auctions are supposed to go to the highest bidder; if you can raise the price, why can't I?"

Song Huaiyu: "What gives me the right to yield to you?"

Song Huaixian: "Then what gives me the right not to raise the price against you?"

That's an auction!

Song Huaiyu chuckled: "This bet's a loss; I've already given you the lecture opportunity, and you already ruined my image!"

"What do you mean I lost? I didn't!"

The brothers' voices intensified through the screen; Song Huaiyu looked at his smug-faced younger brother and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"I've already accepted the loss on the previous bet, giving you the lecture opportunity for the Annual Technological Innovation Youth..."

He said this, his voice again gritting his teeth: "You're fine, up on stage saying I spend every day in the lab, can't even cook instant noodles, and look down on other rivals—you've ruined my image!"

He had maintained a cold, aloof academic god persona for years, which you messed up completely; afterwards, he still suppressed the information, not coming to school so no one would talk about it.

"That's not the same! I didn't make you lose face!" Song Huaixian immediately retorted: "I just made a casual joke; everyone downstairs laughed, showing I was funny!"

Besides, the opponent wasn't as capable as Song Huaiyu anyway; what's the big deal if he said something?

"You bastard, that's mocking!"

Jiang Liangjin held back laughter.

Song Huaiyu and Song Huaixian's personalities are worlds apart.

Song Huaiyu originally had a cold, aloof personality that didn't like to engage with people, yet Song Huaixian always managed to provoke him into speaking a lot.

Just as the two were arguing intensely, Mu Youyu gently tugged at Song Huaixian's sleeve and softly called out to the screen: "Huaiyu-ge."

"On the screen, Song Huaiyu's gaze fell on Mu Youyu's face, his tone instantly softening: 'Youbao, don't mind him.'"

"Before Mu Youyu could respond, Song Huaixian quickly pressed the hang-up button, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and winked at her."

"Don't mind him; he's just jealous that I can get up close and look at the treasure!"

Damn it, his beloved car!