"..."
The venue fell silent.
Everyone stared at the stage in disbelief.
Yun Yiheng's mind had gone blank.
What did his cousin just say?
She was also Qingdai?!
Yiming was Qingdai?
Logically speaking, after the competition ended and the high-pitched music had faded, the dopamine in his body should have slowly dissipated, and the pain from his wounds would gradually creep up on him.
But at this moment, he was once again so shocked by the news that he forgot the pain in his fingers.
He swallowed hard, excitement and agitation bubbling up within him, making his chest feel as if it was about to burst, and he felt the need to do something to release that energy.
Yet he didn't know what to do.
This was his idol!
The audience below was even more stunned.
The students from the folk music department were the first to snap out of it, nearly screaming out loud, "Qingdai! Ahhh! Qingdai!"
The students from the orchestral music department were completely dumbfounded.
