Center stage.
The young man was dressed in a white suit, his amber eyes bright and clear, his smile warm.
He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Su Mianyan was anxious, gripping the microphone tightly, trying hard to make a sound as his neck turned slightly red.
"Ah—"
The normally crisp high notes turned hoarse, piercing the eardrums.
The sudden mishap shocked many in the audience.
Si Bai's eyes flickered slightly, and with an almost imperceptible lift of the corners of his lips, he walked over to Su Mianyan's side, took over the lyrics, and successfully saved the performance.
The beautiful high notes resonated through the stage—
In an instant, thunderous applause erupted from below.
"Xiao Bai, well done!"
"Ahhh, Bai Bai is so cool!"
......
Su Mianyan hung his head, returning backstage in a daze.
He had screwed up.
His first public performance had been a flop.
