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Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 378

Chapter 378 - Dead Silence

Everyone couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“I’ve been looking forward to her performance for nothing. So this is her standard.”

“I was mistaken by her aura.”

“Seems like it doesn’t matter even if she participated in the competition back then…”

Shen Qianrou relaxed a little.

Contempt flashed across her beautiful eyes.

Tsk, she had originally thought that she would play something classy.

Just as everyone was feeling disappointed and doubtful, the tune began and the music became more intense and exciting.

The strong impact of the music shocked everyone present. The sound of the piano seemed to invade their minds, and all eyes were glued on the white figure on stage.

Her slender shoulders swayed and her ponytail swayed in the air. Her eyes seemed to contain a hint of ferocity and her delicate face was solemn.

Everyone was taken aback.

It wasn’t just about how Shen Fanxing looked, but also the music itself.

Yellow sand filled the sky as the cold wind whistled. On the battlefield, soldiers and horses marched with impassioned vigor, as though they could devour everything in sight!

Especially their determination and grit to protect the country and their bravery in the face of death!

Everyone was immersed in the mood provided by the music.

The air was filled with passion, excitement and energy.

The general had prepared his forces and horses and was ready to fight anytime. He was ready for battle.

A string of flawless notes sounded and the song ended!

There was dead silence, and one could even hear a pin drop.

Shen Fanxing slowly retracted her arms and placed them on her knees. She opened her eyes slowly and a smile appeared on her face.

Indeed, only music could display certain things vividly!

In the long silence, there was some scattered applause, a clap here and there…

From the scattered applause, came a round of thunderous applause. This was undoubtedly the highlight of the night.

Shen Fanxing stood up slowly and bowed respectfully to Old Master Pei.

Old Master Pei actually stood up excitedly from the main seat. His hands shook as he nodded and clapped repeatedly.

“Good! Good! Good!”

Ye Susu hurried forward to support Old Master Pei.

“Grandpa, calm down and sit down.”

Old Master Pei looked at Ye Susu and pointed at Shen Fanxing excitedly. “Susu, she played well, she played really well…”

Ye Susu nodded frantically and said, “I know, Grandpa. Calm down and sit down.”

Old Master Pei sat down and muttered,

“She made me recall a time when we were young. We braved the rain of bullets and swore to stand our ground. Back then, I watched helplessly as my comrades fell one by one. But I didn’t even have the time to feel sad. I only had tears in my eyes because I wanted to kill the enemy. That feeling, that feeling… It’s this kind of feeling… Good… excellent!”

Old Master Pei relaxed and studied Shen Fanxing excitedly.

“I originally thought that at my age, I would be drinking tea and spending my days in the sun. I would watch as my two great-grandchildren create trouble for me. I would hide the truth from you on their behalf. And that would be how I would lead the remaining of my peaceful life without any desires.

“I didn’t expect that I would have the urge to kill the enemy today. Susu, I’m not old yet, am I? If this music was played back then, I could still kill a few more of them!”

Ye Susu nodded in agreement and said, “Yes, we’re all still young. Of course you’re not old either.”

“Yes, yes. All of you are still young, so naturally I’m not old either!”

Walking to the edge of the stage, Shen Fanxing turned to look at Lin Shijia. Her lips curled and she asked, “Producer Lin, do you have any other regrets?”

Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
Ms Shen goes about her usual days while Mr Bo flirts with her relentlessly. "Isn't CEO Bo a pure and modest gentleman who doesn’t associate himself with females?" With lazy eyelids, Mr Bo lies idly on the sofa with a posture graceful, his face revealing a contented smile. Glancing at that face, Mrs Bo is suddenly reminded of the incident earlier— "Dear, address me as your husband." Deep beneath the cold demeanor lies a man who cannot lose her. When facing him, she is helplessly charmed.

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