The radiant young girl on the stage stood firm as a pine, her face devoid of any trace of anger, yet, wonderingly, in those bright, starry eyes, there lay endless reproach and mockery.
It made her already resonant lines seem all the more convincing.
The room was silent.
Everyone seemed transported back to a battlefield raging with war.
On the other side was Zhuge Liang, holding a feather fan and bowing deeply in tireless service to his lord.
"This kid's lines are terrific!"
Professor Ning, sitting to the right of Old Zhou, turned to ask him, "You know about Old Feng planning to poach her from you, right?"
As he spoke, Professor Ning continued, "Ran into Xiao Ke at the cafeteria at noon. Said that Ye Wan went on a ten-minute news broadcast performance right in front of them. The words that Keer recited, that voice, you wouldn't realize it's a girl without looking."
"Wait a minute..."
