Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 208 Next time, definitely! Next time, definitely!

Shi Kai, standing nearby, stared in disbelief and nudged Li Yifeng with his elbow: "Holy crap! Xiao Ji's really brave! Isn't he afraid of getting himself killed?"

Li Yifeng acted as if he was used to it, calmly taking a sip of water: "You'll get used to it. It would be abnormal if he didn't have a relapse someday."

Ye Fan's brief yet groundbreaking speech completely reshaped his image in everyone's eyes when he stepped down from the stage.

It's a powerful attraction that transcends good looks and stems from depth of thought and personal charm!

He walked steadily toward the VIP seats, and wherever he went, countless eyes followed him with amazement, admiration and curiosity.

Just as he reached his seat, Principal Wu Yunze, who had a constipated expression, stopped him and gestured for him to sit down.

Looking at the student beside him who was making his blood pressure fluctuate wildly, Wu Yunze hesitated for a long time before finally squeezing out through gritted teeth, "Kid, you're banned from participating in any activities that require you to speak on stage from now on!"

He really didn't want to experience that rollercoaster feeling in his heart again.

Just as Ye Fan was about to sincerely say, "I'll definitely pay attention next time," the clear and melodious voice of the female host on stage resounded across the playground once again: "Next, please enjoy the guitar and vocal performance by Ye Fan, representative of the Department of Business Administration!"

Wu Yunze: "..."

Seeing the principal's face freeze instantly, Ye Fan could only offer an innocent yet slightly mischievous smile: "Principal, you see, it's really not my fault. Next time, next time for sure!"

Wu Yunze waved his hand weakly, feeling utterly exhausted.

Fortunately, this was just a performance, not an impromptu speech, so he could only pray that the kid wouldn't cause any more trouble.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, Ye Fan calmly stepped onto the stage once again.

This time, he was holding a rather professional-looking wooden guitar in his arms, which he had prepared at some point.

He sat on a high stool in the center of the stage, adjusted the microphone stand, and pointed the microphone at himself and the resonator of his guitar.

Without any unnecessary opening remarks, slender fingers gently stroked the strings, testing a few notes.

Immediately following, a clear yet slightly melancholic prelude flowed out, instantly captivating everyone's ears.

He lowered his head slightly, brought it closer to the microphone, and began to sing softly in a magnetic voice that carried a sense of depth and storytelling:

"The night wind is biting, I look back on the past."

"The me of the past was filled with anger and resentment."

"False accusations and accusations have left me with a belly full of resentment."

"They react very strongly to rumors."

......

"Having learned a lesson, they received guidance from the scriptures."

"I have now seen through things and am no longer trapped by them."

"But I feel like I'm not as stupid as I used to be."

Wiping away tears, I walk on with a light smile.

......

Your wealth or poverty is predetermined.

"Wrong is never true, and truth is always true."

"No matter what you say, I will just do my duty."

"Always believe that silence is golden"

......

"Holy crap! It's Leslie Cheung's 'Silence is Golden'!" someone in the audience immediately exclaimed.

"My God! That voice...it's so beautiful!"

"Seriously? Incredibly gifted academically, a phenomenal orator, and such a professional singer? Are they trying to kill everyone else?"

"Wow! That guitar playing is so steady! It even has a more weathered feel to it than the original singer?"

"Record it quickly! Quickly!"

Ye Fan's singing voice seemed to possess a magical quality, giving a classic old song a new charm.

When low, it's like the whisper of the night wind; when high, it carries a carefree air of having seen through the ways of the world.

The once noisy playground fell completely silent, with only the guitar melody and his deep voice swirling in the night sky.

Countless phone screens lit up, all aimed at the stage, capturing this amazing moment.

Those students who had recorded the speech from the very beginning were even more excited, feeling as if they had discovered a true treasure.

This is the second time Ye Fan has played guitar and sung since his rebirth.

I chose this song simply because I admire its sense of magnanimity and perseverance born from weathering life's storms.

For him.

Preparing a complicated program is too troublesome; a simple guitar performance is the best way to express one's true feelings.

As the music ended, the lingering notes seemed to still echo in the night sky.

After a brief silence, even more enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted like a tsunami!

Ye Fan stood up, bowed slightly to the audience, and calmly stepped off the stage amidst the still-ardent gazes, holding his guitar.

His rendition of "Silence is Golden" seemed to set an insurmountable peak for the entire evening.

The students who performed later, whether singing heartfelt pop songs or showcasing their instrumental skills, all seemed somewhat overshadowed.

Only a hot and dynamic K-pop dance performed by a few senior female students reignited the atmosphere with its youthful energy and visual impact, drawing whistles and cheers and barely managing to keep up with the momentum left by Ye Fan.

But everyone knew in their hearts that the real protagonist of the night had already been decided.

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Originally, Ye Fan, as the representative of Class 2 of Industrial Management, had his performance scheduled for the middle to lower part of the program.

However, the director of the event center, who was in charge of coordinating the entire gala, was shocked to see Ye Fan's guitar performance ignite the entire audience backstage!

"That was close! We almost let a pearl be tarnished, and the whole thing started strong but ended weakly!" The director was still shaken.

He made a decisive move, immediately found the program list, and quickly manually adjusted Ye Fan's last performance representing the class to be the grand finale!

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced: it's a good thing that Ye Fan is going on stage three times tonight, otherwise all the performances after his guitar playing at this carefully prepared celebration would probably have become a dim background.

When the staff informed Ye Fan that his last performance had been moved to the finale, Ye Fan instantly understood the director's intention.

He didn't have any objections to this, but calmly made one request: "Help me get a piano."

Singing remains the easiest way for him to do things.

He doesn't know how to do other performances either.

As the gala drew to a close, although the previous performances were quite精彩 (wonderful/brilliant), the atmosphere in the audience never surpassed the peak of Ye Fan's guitar performance.

Finally, amidst the host's expectant announcement, the stage lights focused on a black grand piano that was quietly pushed in.

"Huh? A piano? Who's that?"

"The finale performance must be something special, right?"

A murmur of curiosity arose from the audience.

When that familiar figure calmly walked onto the stage again and gracefully sat down on the piano bench, the entire playground instantly erupted in cheers!

"Holy crap! It's Ye Fan again!"

"That was the grand finale! Awesome!"

"Quick, quick! Get your phones ready! We're recording from the beginning this time!"

Having learned from the previous two experiences, the students had already become "professional audience members," with countless mobile phone screens lighting up instantly and cameras all pointing at the center of the stage.

This time, they want to fully record every amazing moment of this "treasure classmate".