[GOOD MORNING, HOST! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ:・゚✧]
[Beauty Level: 74/100]
[TODAY IS THE DAY. Talent show. Deep breaths.]
I know, System. I've been awake since five.
[Nerves or excitement?]
Both, probably.
Lin Yuer stood backstage in the makeshift performance area, watching through a gap in the curtains as the auditorium filled with students, parents, and teachers. The festival had transformed the school grounds entirely—colorful booths, the smell of street food, music drifting from multiple directions.
Wei Feng found him first, practically vibrating with nervous energy on Lin Yuer's behalf.
"You've got this," he said, gripping Lin Yuer's shoulders. "You survived actual assassins. A talent show is nothing."
"Assassins don't judge my dance moves."
"Fair point, but you're still going to be amazing."
[Wei Feng's pep talk game is genuinely strong. (。♥‿♥。)]
