Elite Academy! Spring Breeze Academy - The Joyful Club Sex Life (01-02)

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First Chapter: Classical Music Club – The 1812 Overture in the Dark The Spring Breeze Academy Classical Music Club, a super club that has won the top honor in club evaluations for five consecutive years, is currently headed by Liu Aoshuang, who also serves as the vice president of the student council. Liu Aoshuang, true to her name, is an ice queen with a cold and aloof personality. She has a high opinion of herself, but possesses exceptional administrative abilities. Under her leadership, the already formidable Classical Music Club has grown to over five hundred members, a club brimming with talent, perfectly embodying the prestigious image of Spring Breeze Academy. However, because of this, the club's entry requirements became increasingly high, eventually turning into a gathering of aristocrats and elites. As the club president, Liu Aoshuang naturally reigned supreme, like a queen within the group…
Due to its five consecutive years of outstanding performance in evaluations, the Classical Music Club (hereinafter referred to as the Philharmonic Club) had an unparalleled level of funding compared to other clubs. Furthermore, with the influx of wealthy students joining, membership fees were often five or six thousand dollars. Currently, the Philharmonic Club has a nearly 40-ping (approximately 6.6 square meters) super-large club office, and next to it, a 20-ping (approximately 13.3 square meters) music listening room. Besides being completely soundproof, the sound and recording equipment is top-notch. Every afternoon from 2 PM to 6 PM is Liu Aoshuang's exclusive time; no one else is allowed to use the listening room—in short, it's hers to roam. Speaking of which, this afternoon's listening room was also exclusively for Liu Aoshuang, but it seems that's not the case. "Huff huff huff... You seem to really like my cock!" "Ugh... Guh... Huff... Yes, Master!... Xiao Shuang... Xiao Shuang likes your big cock!"
"Hey! Don't just keep licking, what's the rhythm? Is this what Brahms feels like? If this is all you're going to do, Brahms will cry." "Yes, Xiao Shuang understands, umm... Brahms's feeling should be more delicate, and bold and expansive, um... huff..." "That's it, that's it... oh... hiss... 'Brahms's Requiem,' um... this feeling..." In the huge audiovisual room, "Brahms's Requiem" was echoing, while in the empty room, Liu Aoshuang was diligently licking a man's penis... "You're such a slutty bitch!" "Yes... Xiao Shuang is a slutty bitch, so... so... please, Master, fill this bitch's hole with your huge cock!" "You've learned a lot of bad things in just a few days, you can even talk about cock, it's clear you're really shameless! Oh well, I'll satisfy you!" "Thank you, Master!" At this moment, Liu Aoshuang had a lewd expression on her face, without any trace of her icy beauty aura. "Then let's change the music, hmm... let me see... does Xiaoshuang want to fly?" "Fly?" "Yes! Fly to heaven!" "I want it, this bitch Xiaoshuang wants it, please, Master, quickly bestow your grace!" "Then this is it, 'Wagner - The Flight of the Valkyrie,' moan! You filthy, lewd Wael Kiria." As the music opened with tension, the man played with Liu Aoshuang's vulva with his fingers. "Ah... ah... there... a little harder, ugh..." "Huff huff huff... you want it, right? But not yet! The intro isn't over yet! You have to feel it, feel the power of the music with your heart!" The man was adjusting the force and speed of his fingers in accordance with the rhythm of the music. "Ah...uh...I can't take it anymore, Master! Please put it in, put it in...ahhh..."
And so, as the brass instruments reached their peak, the man thrust his penis in without hesitation. However, to match the rhythm of the music, he only moved his lower body slowly and gently. When did this begin? This kind of relationship... At this moment, the man's mind began to replay everything that had happened from the beginning until now... The man's name was Murakoshi Shinta. (Mysterious voice: Use it if you want to die, but be careful of being reported by Black Rainbow...) (acgfan: Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare, I'll change it right away.) Cough! The man's name was Fu Buxiang, one of the members of the Spring Breeze Academy Philharmonic Club, and the only member without a prominent family background. For this reason, Fu Buxiang is an anomaly in the Philharmonic Society. However, thanks to his amazing knowledge and insights into classical music, no one in the society dares to touch him. As mentioned before, the number of people in the current Philharmonic Society who truly love classical music and have sufficient knowledge of it can probably be counted on one hand. If we talk about the society's officers, there is only one person, and that person is the president of the Philharmonic Society—Liu Aoshuang. Because he was a rare talent in the club, Fu Buxiang was very important to many members. Especially when it came to submitting reports on members' music appreciation experiences, everyone would rush to have him write for them. If the club was organizing an event and the president was unavailable due to student council duties, the officers would consult him on any parts requiring classical music knowledge. Even when making posters, they needed his help with the copywriting… However, he never actually appeared in public. This was partly due to his position, but also partly due to his personality. He cared about nothing but classical music, an attitude that inevitably gave him an aloof air. Therefore, many in the club found him annoying, but because they needed his help, they couldn't do anything to him. The incident occurred on a hot summer afternoon, starting with a dispute between Huang Yingfu, the vice president of the Philharmonic Club, and Fu Buxiang. "You bastard! Don't think you're so great just because you know a few musicians. Let me tell you, you're nothing, just a piece of trash in our club!" "At least I'm better than the vice president of the Philharmonic Society who doesn't even
know !" Fu Buxiang said coldly. "Don't give me that cinder truck driver nonsense. I only know Beethoven. Who cares what kind of driver he is?
Is he any greater than a musical saint?" "How many of Beethoven's works have you even heard? Didn't you even confuse emperors with pastoral scenes?" It was still that same annoying tone. "You...you shut up. This isn't a place for someone like you. Get out!" It seemed the vice president was already furious. "Oh! Having a hysterical outburst? It's fine if I leave. Anyway, the proposal was given to you by the president, it has nothing to do with me." After saying this, Fu Buxiang moved towards the door of the club's executive meeting room. Huang Yingfu started to get nervous. He hadn't become vice president because of any real talent, but because he'd cheated on the entrance exam by swapping his paper with Fu Buxiang's. This meant he was placed in the highest-level "Sacred Sounds" group, while Fu Buxiang was in the "Whistling" group. Thanks to his and the other officers' "efforts," they had concealed their incompetence well (especially in front of the president). Fu Buxiang was, of course, a crucial figure in this, and now wasn't the time to fall out with him… "Wait! I accept your conditions," Huang Yingfu said, barely able to contain his anxiety. "Alright, then proceed according to my plan!" Fu Buxiang said nonchalantly. "Ugh… whatever you say." The vice president's eyes seemed to want to devour him. "I'm leaving." With a smug, victorious smile, Fu Buxiang hummed Mozart's *Don Juan* and strode briskly away from the club office.
Not long after Fu Buxiang left the office, the deputy editor-in-chief cursed viciously, "Damn it! I'll fuck his dad!" "Deputy editor-in-chief, it's useless! His father is unknown, he doesn't even know who his father is, how can you do it!" the planner laughed from the side. "Haha! That's right!! Father unknown, he's a real bastard." So a group of people vented their dissatisfaction with Fu Buxiang in the conference room. As for Fu Buxiang himself, he was walking towards the audiovisual room next to the conference room. Just as he was about to reach the door of the audiovisual room, someone called out to him from behind. Turning around, he saw it was Liu Aoshuang. "Hey! Who are you? What are you doing coming out of the Philharmonic Society's leadership meeting room?" Liu Aoshuang had just finished her student council work and was heading to the Philharmonic Society when she saw Fu Buxiang emerge from the meeting room. Generally, no one except the leadership members is allowed to enter or leave the leadership meeting room, so Liu Aoshuang found it a bit strange. To her, Fu Buxiang was just one of the more than five hundred members, and besides, he was from the worst whistling group. So she had no idea who Fu Buxiang was, or even that he was a member of the Philharmonic Society. Of course, she would go up and question him. "My name is Fu Buxiang, and I'm a member of the Philharmonic Society." Although Liu Aoshuang didn't recognize Fu Buxiang, Fu Buxiang recognized her. Seeing his club president call him, Fu Buxiang simply stated his identity first. "I haven't seen you before, and don't you know that non-leaders are not allowed to enter or leave the leadership meeting room at will?" Liu Aoshuang looked at him suspiciously. "The vice president called me here," Fu Buxiang said irritably. "Yingfu? What does he want with you?" "I don't know, he's in the conference room, ask him yourself!" She turned to enter the AV room. "Wait! You stop right there! How dare you talk to me like that!" Seemingly provoked by Fu Buxiang's cold attitude, Liu Aoshuang grabbed his shoulder from behind. "You wait here, I'll go to the conference room and ask if what you're saying is true." "What if I say no?" Fu Buxiang was extremely displeased with Liu Aoshuang's pressure. "You want to defy me?" Liu Aoshuang's anger intensified. "Defy me? How dare I? I just don't want to stand here like this. If you don't mind, I want to go to the AV room; you can find me there." Ignoring Liu Aoshuang's concerns, Fu Buxiang turned and entered the AV room. Watching Fu Buxiang's arrogant back, after gritting her teeth, Liu Aoshuang turned and walked towards the adjacent conference room. She soon arrived at the conference room door and vaguely heard voices inside, mentioning the name Fu Buxiang. She pushed open the door and went in. "That Fu Buxiang..." The vice president, who was about to continue cursing Fu Buxiang, quickly swallowed his words when the president entered, but it seemed too late. "Vice president! Who is this Fu Buxiang you just mentioned?" Clearly, Liu Aoshuang was venting some of her anger on the vice president. "Uh... well..." Had she been exposed? The vice president felt a surge of anxiety. "I just saw a suspicious-looking person leaving the conference room. He claimed to be a member of our club named Fu Buxiang. He said you asked him to come. Is that true?" Oh, nothing happened! The vice president relaxed and immediately tried to come up with an excuse. "No! Fu Buxiang is indeed a member of our club, but he's in the whistling group. I can't let him in here." "By the way! President, this is the project proposal for this time. We've finalized the song selection. Please take a look." After completely shirking responsibility, the vice president quickly changed the subject. "Hmm... let me see." Taking the meeting minutes from the vice president, Liu Aoshuang began to read them carefully. "Hmm, Yingfu, the sense of your song selection is still just what I wanted... This idea is also good. It seems this project should be very successful." Liu Aoshuang rarely showed a satisfied smile. "Thank you for the praise, President!" "Well then, you can continue the discussion. I need to deal with what happened earlier." After saying that, Liu Aoshuang left the meeting room and headed towards the audiovisual room to confront Fu Buxiang. "That was close!" the project planner said quietly. "But as annoying as that kid is, the president has never had to revise any of the songs he chose." The publicity also expressed his opinion. In the past, they had hired other ghostwriters, but the president would inevitably have some complaints. However, whenever Fu Buxiang was hired, he was never rejected by the president. "Hmph, just a coward. How can his family background compare to mine!" Huang Yingfu threw the copy of "Fu Buxiang's Version of the Proposal" on the table and said sourly. In short, they had fooled him again this time. On the other hand, Liu Aoshuang, who felt that Fu Buxiang had tricked her, stormed into the audiovisual room. ********** ... "Fu..." Just as Liu Aoshuang was about to call out the man's name, he suddenly turned around. "Shh~" Perhaps the sound of the door opening startled him. Fu Buxiang turned back and put his index finger to his lips, making a gesture to ask her to be quiet. Seeing Fu Buxiang's gesture, Liu Aoshuang was stunned for a moment, but she quickly realized that the audiovisual room was filled with a sacred and solemn atmosphere. "This is... Bizet's 'Aufont and Duttumplesaiint' from 'The Pearl Fishers'!" Liu Aoshuang blurted out after confirming the melody in the room. Although her voice was not loud, she knew from the smile on Fu Buxiang's face that he had heard her. However, Fu Buxiang didn't make any further moves. He simply turned back, continuing to immerse himself in the exquisite duet between the tenor and baritone. Liu Aoshuang didn't say anything more either, but slowly walked to Fu Buxiang's side, closed her eyes, and appreciated what she considered an indispensable piece of music in French opera. Time slowly passed... Three minutes later. "You like this song?" Fu Buxiang spoke first. "Speaking of Bizet, most people only know 'Habanera' from 'Carmen,' but I think this is the real must-listen classic." Liu Aoshuang calmly expressed her thoughts in response to Fu Buxiang's question. After hearing Liu Aoshuang's comment, Fu Buxiang remained noncommittal, replying indifferently, "You wanted to see me?" "Yes, I'm going to ask you again, what was your purpose in going to the conference room?" Regaining her usual composure, Liu Aoshuang asked coldly. "I've already told you the reason. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do." She then shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. "I understand, I'll believe you then... Huh?" As the two were talking, the music started again... Shortly after the elegant prelude, the two suddenly said in unison, "Johnny Skeeter, 'My Dear Father'." After that, there was a silence lasting more than two minutes until the music ended... "Although I believe you, rules are rules. Even if the vice president asked you to go, you didn't get my permission, did you? According to the club rules, the vice president doesn't have the authority to allow others into the meeting room." Liu Aoshuang said coldly to Fu Buxiang. "Indeed, no." Fu Buxiang replied indifferently, his face still showing no concern. "Then..." Liu Aoshuang took a breath and continued, "Let's do a little test. If you pass, I'll pretend none of this happened, how about it?" Liu Aoshuang's tone changed from her previous coldness, but it seemed to carry a very complex emotion. "Okay, whatever makes you happy." It was still her usual tone. "Then wait a moment." After saying that, Liu Aoshuang walked towards the playback room. "I'll play a few pieces of music in a bit, and you can answer with the title, composer, and section number, okay?"
Liu Aoshuang's voice came from the playback room. "Okay." "Then, let's begin!" As the music started, the atmosphere in the room changed instantly. A horn sounded, and a majestic momentum suddenly rose, as if a thousand troops were about to gallop in. However, soon after, a lively and cheerful piece of music rang out, as if the thousand troops were chasing the enemy. "Su Pei, 'Light Cavalry Overture'." Almost without hesitation, Fu Buxiang gave the answer without thinking. "Very good! Then the second piece." When the second piece of music started, the previous magnificent momentum was instantly swept away, replaced by a gorgeous, lively, and cheerful atmosphere. The light rhythm of the Danish drums made people feel as if they were in a lively parade. Following the rhythm of the music, people couldn't help but want to clap and respond. "Johann Strauss, *Reirerky March*, conducted by Seiji Ozawa with the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra." "Not bad! You even know the conductor and the orchestra. Well then, the last one." As the prelude began, a unique aura instantly erupted; for Fu Buxiang, this was something he knew intimately. "Tchaikovsky, *Piano Concerto No. 1*, conducted by Karajan." Fu Buxiang seemed to feel underestimated, so he answered impatiently as soon as the prelude began. Hearing Fu Buxiang answer so quickly, Liu Aoshuang showed no surprise, instead taking it for granted, and walked towards him. "Looks like I've finally found you, the shadow vice president of our club." "What?" "You're the one hiding behind Huang Yingfu, planning everything for him! Haven't you noticed? The first piece, 'Light Cavalry Overture,' was used during last year's school welcome party, the second piece, 'Lairerki March,' was used during the school anniversary celebration, and as for the third, and the last one..."
At this moment, Liu Aoshuang was completely in front of Fu Buxiang: "It's the piece to be used at this year's club achievement presentation, the piece you just chose. You haven't forgotten, have you?" Although Liu Aoshuang's expression didn't reveal whether she was angry or not, it was clear that she was somewhat dissatisfied with Fu Buxiang's actions. "So you knew all along." Fu Buxiang could only manage a wry smile. "Actually, I didn't know either. After all, I've been too busy, and the affairs on both sides have left me breathless. But I still have a good grasp of the vice president's abilities. I know that those things are impossible for him to do."
"Why?" Fu Buxiang asked, puzzled. "Don't you know that the young master of the Huang family is notorious for his vulgar taste? Let me tell you, apart from Beethoven, he has never heard of anyone, and he can even confuse the 'Symphony No. 5' with the 'Symphony No. 8'..." Hearing this, Fu Buxiang couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What's wrong?" Liu Aoshuang was puzzled by Fu Buxiang's behavior. "Well, let me tell you! It's not just 'Fate' and 'Hero,' he can't even tell the difference between 'Pastoral' and 'Emperor.'" Fu Buxiang said with a laugh, "And when I mentioned Tchaikovsky to him, he thought I was talking about 'The Truck Driver'!" This made Liu Aoshuang laugh out loud, "Haha... The Truck Driver... Haha..." Just then, looking at Liu Aoshuang's smiling face, Fu Buxiang was unconsciously stunned. He found the woman in front of him incredibly attractive. At this moment, Liu Aoshuang wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" She also noticed that Fu Buxiang was staring at her. "N-nothing... It's just that you're so beautiful... Ah! Really, what am I saying!" In a daze, Fu Buxiang accidentally blurted out his thoughts. Although he immediately realized his slip of the tongue, it seemed too late, and the whole atmosphere immediately fell into an awkward silence. "I have to go." Her smile vanished, and Liu Aoshuang reverted to her usual cold demeanor. Not knowing what to say, Fu Buxiang simply nodded and said, "Okay!" "Then, see you here next Monday at the same time." "Huh?" Fu Buxiang was quite surprised by Liu Aoshuang's sudden invitation. "Since I know you were in charge of planning everything, I can just discuss it with you directly. There's no need to go through the vice president, is there?" With that, she turned and left, leaving Fu Buxiang alone in the audiovisual room, pondering everything that had just happened. ********** ... Fu Buxiang turned his head, and in front of him stood a rather plump boy. No wonder Fu Buxiang hadn't seen him when he turned around earlier, as the boy's head only reached slightly above Fu Buxiang's waist. "Do I know you?" Fu Buxiang asked coldly, looking at the stranger in front of him. "You don't know me, but I know you. I'm from the Light Art Club. My surname is Ni, and my name is Ni Zoukai. I hope we can get along well in the future!" "Light Art Club? No interest!" As soon as Fu Buxiang finished speaking, he turned and walked away, heading towards the audiovisual room. When Fu Buxiang pushed open the heavy soundproof door of the audiovisual room, he was surprised to find that Liu Aoshuang had already arrived. In the previous meetings, because Liu Aoshuang was busy with student council affairs, Fu Buxiang had always arrived first and waited for her to come over. However, today Liu Aoshuang was already seated, her back to him, quietly listening to music. Although Fu Buxiang was surprised, he still walked towards Liu Aoshuang's seat. The heavy door, fitted with pneumatic hinges, closed silently, and the thick carpet on the floor made walking soundless. The air was filled with Bach's "Goldberg Variations," often called a "royal lullaby." Accompanied by the light, gliding melody, Fu Buxiang reached Liu Aoshuang's side. Just as he was about to greet her, he found himself frozen, as if he had instantly turned into a pillar of salt, or a petrified statue, standing there motionless, stunned. A chill ran through him, and this surprise came from the woman before him—Liu Aoshuang.
The woman before him was fast asleep, her body slightly tilted to the side, her fair and delicate neck mostly exposed from her flowing hair, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with her breathing. But what shocked Fu Buxiang the most was that peaceful sleeping face. Gone was her usual indifference; an unguarded and beautiful face was presented before him. "So what I saw that day really wasn't an illusion." Fu Buxiang recalled the girl with the beautiful smile from a few days ago, and the girl who had been discussing things with him these past few days, cold as ice. Although the two girls were the same person, their interactions over the past few days had made Fu Buxiang increasingly suspicious: was the Liu Aoshuang he had seen that day just a phantom? "Really? So you're like me too..." After carefully examining Liu Aoshuang's face, Fu Buxiang murmured softly to himself. He didn't intend to wake her. He simply sat down in the seat next to her and quietly watched her. After an unknown amount of time, the melody of the G?del Variant ended, and it was replaced by another majestic piece, "Karl." Listening to pieces like "Fate, Queen of the World" from Orpheus's "Carmina Burana" on such luxurious audio-visual equipment
is undoubtedly a very enjoyable experience. Because of its overwhelming grandeur, Liu Aoshuang, who was fast asleep, slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Fu Buxiang in front of her, her expression first became wary, then relaxed, and finally turned indifferent. However, before she could speak, the boy in front of her preemptively said, "What an amazing morning song!" Fu Buxiang said with a mischievous smile, "Do you always wake up like this at home?" His tone had become slightly flirtatious. "Wouldn't it be even better if I added a morning kiss?" As he spoke, he moved his face closer to Liu Aoshuang. At this moment, Liu Aoshuang's mind was in complete chaos. Who was this flirtatious man in front of her? Was it really the boy named Fu Buxiang she had met a few days ago? The contrast was too great!
But clearly, now was not the time to think, because the other person's body was already leaning towards her, and that frivolous face was getting closer and closer... "Get away!!" Liu Aoshuang quickly stood up and took a step back. "Hey! Don't be so cold!" With a wicked smile, Fu Buxiang also stood up and continued to approach Liu Aoshuang. "You...you don't come any closer...ah!" "Hehehe...I'm going to...whoaah!!!" As Liu Aoshuang retreated step by step, Fu Buxiang also advanced step by step. Just as Fu Buxiang was about to grab Liu Aoshuang's hand, the two of them screamed at the same time. It turned out that Liu Aoshuang was retreating while resisting Fu Buxiang's advance, causing her heel to trip on the carpet. At that moment, she was about to push Fu Buxiang away with both hands. It would be a miracle if she could maintain her balance in this situation! Without warning, she fell backward, and Fu Buxiang, seeing this, hurriedly reached out to grab Liu Aoshuang. His previous "I'm going to assault you" expression now revealed complete panic and disarray. However, his efforts were in vain, because that damned carpet also gave him a jolt in his panic. Liu Aoshuang leaned backward, while he lunged forward, and the combined effect resulted in the following: the two of them were now lying on the ground in a very ambiguous and awkward position.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds, six seconds, seven seconds... "Ah ... "Cordepulsumtangite" "Quodpersortemsternitfortem, mecumomnesplangite!..." (The goddess of fate strikes mercilessly, even the strong are defeated. Let the strings resound, and sing of sorrow with me.) The second movement, Tyr's Prank. His encounter with her may have been a coincidence. Her acquaintance with him, however, stemmed from an accident. Yet, their relationship definitely began with a spur-of-the-moment prank...
Now, Fu Buxiang and Liu Aoshuang are entangled in a very ambiguous, even obscene, position. More accurately, to outsiders, it looks like a "man on top, woman on bottom" position... How did all this happen? Let's rewind and replay the events in slow motion. At that moment, Liu Aoshuang originally intended to push Fu Buxiang's hands away, but the effect wasn't as expected. Her foot tripped on the carpet, causing her to lean slightly backward. However, the reaction force of her forward push accelerated her loss of balance, and she fell backward in freefall. Meanwhile, Fu Buxiang, upon seeing Liu Aoshuang trip, immediately reached out to help her. His target was correct, but he was too hasty, taking too large a step. His front foot went first, but his back foot didn't follow. The carpet played a trick on him, and now, instead of helping her, he looked like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, a wolf with outstretched arms… We all know that when people fall, their hands reflexively try to grab something to protect themselves. So what were these two, one lunging forward and the other falling backward, doing with their outstretched arms? So, Liu Aoshuang's hands slipped under Fu Buxiang's armpits, around his back, and she hugged him tightly. Fu Buxiang's left hand held Liu Aoshuang's head firmly, protecting her from injury upon landing. As for his right hand… it wasn't clear from this angle, but at least everything seemed fine while they were still in mid-air, before they hit the carpet. However, once they fell, everything changed… her breasts pressed against his, her breath on his ear, the contact of their sensitive genitals, and the large hand pressing against his chest… because Liu Aoshuang was tightly hugging Fu Buxiang, her… A pair of breasts were now pressed tightly against Fu Buxiang's body, and because Fu Buxiang had Liu Aoshuang's head pressed against his shoulder, her gasps of fear were now blowing against his ear. Stimulated by this, Fu Buxiang's erect penis was now pressing against Liu Aoshuang's genitals. His right hand, in a somewhat unnatural but acceptable position, was on one of Liu Aoshuang's breasts. So, apart from his disruptive right hand, the two were practically pressed together at zero distance! The slow-motion replay has ended; let's continue to see what happens next! The two were silent for a moment (probably stunned), then each let out a scream that was hard to decipher, and quickly fled from each other's clutches... "You...you...you..." Liu Aoshuang stared at Fu Buxiang, stammering "you" for a long time, not knowing what to say. "I...I...I..." Obviously, Fu Buxiang was no less flustered, stammering "I" for a long time, but not uttering any constructive words. At this moment, their expressions were different, one shy, the other embarrassed. "I...I brought the manuscript!" "You...the manuscript you mentioned the other day?" Almost at the same time, the two spoke at the same time, one asking a pointless question to calm their emotions, the other trying to divert attention with a nonsensical sentence, but together they became a back-and-forth, as if they had a tacit understanding in their question and answer, if you didn't consider that the answer came before the question... "Let me see it!!" Have you ever seen the famous Sichuan acrobatic performance 'Face Changing'? "No problem if you haven't seen it before, there are two people here to demonstrate." After Fu Buxiang handed the manuscript to Liu Aoshuang, the shyness and embarrassment on their faces disappeared, replaced by their usual indifference and lack of concern. "...Actually, classical music is like that lovely girl next door. You might bump into her at your door every morning, but you never know her name...Classical music surrounds us, you often hear it, but you don't know it's classical music, you don't know her name, but you know—her melody is so beautiful, her tune is so lovely, and she always feels so familiar..." "Well written, really very apt, it's a pity that a manuscript like this is wasted in this place." Putting down the speech manuscript for the results presentation, Liu Aoshuang bluntly told Fu Buxiang her thoughts, "There will always be someone destined to help, I think I'll help whoever I can." It was still that "it's none of my business" tone, but this... There seemed to be a deeper meaning in his voice. "Help?" As if sensing the hidden meaning in Fu Buxiang's words, Liu Aoshuang raised her question. "It is help, that's for sure! You and I..." Fu Buxiang pointed to himself and Liu Aoshuang. "Didn't we both receive help from 'her'?" "As a beneficiary, although I have a crazy urge to possess 'her' entirely, let's just consider it doing good! Even if it's just one more person, as long as more people know 'her' and understand 'her,' I believe 'she' can definitely help more people." "Look..." "So you seem quite infatuated with 'her'?" Liu Aoshuang said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Likewise, I think you're quite dependent on your 'him' too!" Now it was Fu Buxiang's turn to retort mercilessly. "Speaking of which, who is your 'him'?" Fu Buxiang's tone was three parts questioning and seven parts mockery, as if the mischievous Fu Buxiang from just moments ago had secretly slipped out again. "Why should I tell you! On the contrary... your 'her' doesn't seem to be a good match for you at all!"
Now, not only Fu Buxiang, but even Liu Aoshuang's tone was the same. The coldness had faded, replaced by a mocking tone; perhaps this was what they meant by a "dangerous atmosphere"! However, Fu Buxiang's next sentence completely changed the situation… "President! I think we're playing with fire…" Fu Buxiang's expression was very serious. Hearing the title "President," Liu Aoshuang was stunned for a moment. After hearing Fu Buxiang's entire explanation, her face turned icy. "Fu Buxiang! What do you mean by that?!" Liu Aoshuang's voice was incredibly cold; if it had temperature, it might actually freeze water. "I think you know that, don't you?" As if to withstand the chill emanating from Liu Aoshuang, Fu Buxiang paused and continued, "You and I are actually very similar. We both live in pain, suppressing our inner pain, wearing hard shells, pretending not to care. Perhaps we are attracted to each other, but beneath our strong exteriors lies a fragile heart..." "I can't take any more hurt... I don't want to hurt you..." "Why did you do that to me just now?" After hearing Fu Buxiang's explanation, Liu Aoshuang seemed much calmer, but she didn't seem to intend to let go of the person who had caused that accident. "I don't know! I really don't know! It was just a prank on a whim, but it broke through my shell, you know? My true heart has already escaped, I'm so scared, I'm really scared." Gone was his usual indifferent demeanor; Fu Buxiang now held his head, like a lost child. "Coward!!" After saying this, Liu Aoshuang left the audiovisual room, but as she pushed open the heavy door, she whispered, "Perhaps, I'm the same..." So, the entire audiovisual room was left with only Fu Buxiang, kneeling with his head in his hands, while the air was filled with the sound of Richard? In Strauss's *Till's Prank*, perhaps their encounter was fundamentally a prank by fate. [Last edited by Pipi Xia]
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