Chapter 65: You absolutely must not agree!

On the school building, at the open-air corridor connecting the two wings.

The afternoon sun spills through the glass roof, bathing the space in bright, warm light.

A light breeze brushes by, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms; this is the students' favorite gathering spot during breaks.

Students in twos and threes lean against the railings chatting or chase each other in play, the place overflowing with youthful vitality.

After finishing lunch, Xiyuanji Qilai and Xuecun Lingyin, who had agreed to go to the restroom together, are strolling past, intending to familiarize themselves with the campus environment along the way.

However, at this moment, they notice that almost everyone's gaze is cast in unison toward a certain direction in the school's backyard, the whispers of the crowd tinged with undisguised anticipation and curiosity.

Xiyuanji Qilai's lively eyes are immediately piqued with interest, and she gently taps a female student who is peering out: "What are you all looking at?"

Upon receiving an explanation, she blinks in surprise: "Eh, this century-old cherry tree on campus actually has a legend like that? As long as a confession is successful, you'll be together for a lifetime? That's so romantic!"

She turns to Xuecun Lingyin beside her, her tone full of anticipation: "And who exactly is that outstanding senior going to confess to? I'm so curious! Lingyin, let's watch for a little while, shall we?"

Xuecun Lingyin glances at her indifferently: "Is there anything you're not curious about?"

Xiyuanji Qilai smiles sweetly and hooks her arm: "Lingyin, aren't you lacking material for your novels? This kind of scene is excellent material, just for a little while, okay?"

Xuecun Lingyin ponders for a moment and nods gently: "Just for a little while, then."

Just then, a commotion breaks out from the other side of the corridor.

Kondo Weixi, who carries an innate air of arrogance, is being dragged by the wrist toward this side by her best friend, Qiutian Shana.

"Shana, where exactly are you taking me?" Kondo Weixi slightly furrows her delicate brows, her tone carrying obvious impatience.

"To watch a good show, of course!" Qiutian Shana, wearing playful twin tails, covers her mouth and giggles mysteriously, pointing eagerly at the conspicuous century-old cherry tree in the backyard, "Look quickly! I heard a very famous senior from the school is going to confess to a boy there!"

"Someone else's confession—what does that have to do with us?" Kondo Weixi truly cannot understand her best friend's obsession with such gossip.

Qiutian Shana holds up a finger, explaining with a mysterious smile:

"That's Senior Yue Dao Lin, whom you've admired for a long time, you know. Aren't you curious what type of boy someone as outstanding as her would like?"

Kondo Weixi is slightly taken aback: "Senior Yue Dao Lin?"

"That's right," Qiutian Shana hums with a laugh.

Kondo Weixi freezes, her pupils trembling slightly.

Yue Dao Lin... could it really be that Senior Yue Dao Lin she has always silently admired?

The floodgates of memory burst open, dragging her back to that afternoon many years ago.

In the golden concert hall, the spotlight poured down on the young girl like moonlight.

Although Yue Dao Lin was young then, her posture holding the bow already carried the steadiness and composure of a master.

When the first note flowed from her strings, the entire noisy concert hall seemed to be under a spell, instantly falling into silence.

Her vibrato was as precise as a machine, yet filled with the warmth of flesh and blood; her bowing was crisp and decisive, every spiccato like art calculated with precision.

What she played was no longer just symbols on a score, but a concrete, surging torrent of emotion.

The music was at times like weeping and pleading, tugging at every beat of the audience's hearts; at other times like a violent storm, sweeping across the venue with irresistible force, making people almost forget to breathe.

Kondo Weixi still remembers clutching her hem tightly at the time, unable to bear even blinking.

Not until the final note slowly dissipated into the air like a sigh did the lingering resonance continue to vibrate in her chest for a long time.

Immediately after, thunderous applause erupted as if awakened, lasting endlessly.

It was in that very moment that a seed was deeply buried in her heart—she also wanted to become that kind of person, someone who could control others' emotions with music and shine brightly on stage.

She hadn't expected Yue Dao Lin to be at this school as well, so she joined the orchestra without hesitation.

Yue Dao Lin is now the orchestra's concertmaster, her skills exquisite and highly esteemed by teachers and students alike.

Not to mention that this senior comes from a musical family, has an elegant temperament, is well-liked, and her academic grades are consistently at the top.

In Kondo Weixi's eyes, this senior is almost flawless; she is someone she admires greatly!

Thinking of this, she cannot help but feel a bit of curiosity about the object of this senior's affection.

Seeing her best friend no longer refuting but instead looking intently in that direction, Qiutian Shana knows she has finally been hooked.

Just then, the surrounding students suddenly become restless, everyone's gaze focused on the boy slowly walking toward the cherry tree.

"Who is that boy? Which class is he in? I want to know everything about him right now!"

"My god, he is completely my ideal type!"

"Tch, he's only a little bit more handsome than me."

"Hahaha, I'm laughing at that joke."

These students were originally guessing which campus celebrity Yue Dao Lin would confess to—after all, those boys are not only famous, but their looks and family backgrounds are also quite outstanding, making them the objects of many girls' affection.

Yet Yue Dao Lin chose none of them, opting instead for a freshman whom everyone is not very familiar with.

But the moment they saw Xia Muqihui, they immediately understood Yue Dao Lin's choice.

Xia Muqihui's looks and temperament are simply not something ordinary students can reach.

Before he appeared, the school's heartthrobs were similar in looks, often causing debates among girls like them.

But his appearance made these girls feel that previous debates instantly lost their meaning.

No wonder Yue Dao Lin would confess to Xia Muqihui on the second day of the new semester.

If they had discovered this freshman earlier, they probably wouldn't have been able to resist confessing first!

However, they are all very clear about how outstanding Yue Dao Lin is.

Except for the student council president Xiang Yutang, among the girls in the second and third years, almost no one can be mentioned in the same breath as Yue Dao Lin.

Therefore, whether students or teachers, everyone at this moment believes that after being confessed to by Yue Dao Lin, Xia Muqihui will definitely agree!

After all, Yue Dao Lin's family background, looks, and grades are all top-tier; she is the "white moonlight" in the hearts of countless boys.

Thinking of this, many boys in the corridor feel jealousy and envy toward Xia Muqihui.

If they could swap identities with Xia Muqihui, they would definitely agree without hesitation.

Qiutian Shana suddenly widens her eyes, excitedly patting her best friend's arm:

"Weixi! Isn't this the boy you know? He's actually at our school too?"

"Could he be the one the senior is going to confess to?"