Soon, someone adjusted the lighting, casting the spotlight on Liang Xiaoqi.
Instantly, all eyes were focused on her.
It was clear to the discerning eye that Zhou Yiyang was about to make a confession to Liang Xiaoqi.
They were all eager to see what choice Liang Xiaoqi would make.
On one hand, there was the school belle and goddess; on the other hand, the school hunk, a genius of love songs; clearly, they were a match made in heaven.
Truly, it was hard to think of any reason for Liang Xiaoqi to refuse.
Just as everyone had anticipated, Zhou Yiyang sang a love song—a love song he had written himself.
The content of the love song was passable, a bit greasy, perhaps.
In terms of singing ability, Chen Wei, as an amateur, was recognized to be quite decent. With some promotion, he could achieve some success, but nothing too major.
The type that was not enough compared to the best yet still surpassed the worst.
