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It's hard to refuse earnest hospitality.
"Go, Jiang senior!"
Fan Feiyu smirked.
Jiang Chen was never one to act coy or shy; he tilted his head back and drained the can of beer in one gulp before standing up.
"Here, senior," said the boy as he handed Jiang Chen the guitar and made room for him.
"That's Jiang Chen?"
"Didn't expect him to be quite handsome."
"I heard he's attending this event for Li Shuru."
The girls whispered among themselves and their glances towards Jiang Chen were tinged with varying degrees of curiosity.
Many had heard of Jiang Chen's reputation, but very few truly understood him.
A thick skin can be advantageous; Jiang Chen remained composed, unconcerned by the gazes from all directions as he sat on the stool and tentatively strummed the guitar's strings.
"I'm about to make a fool of myself."
Someone whistled to heighten the mood.
"This guy really knows how to play it cool," muttered Zheng Jingjing.
