Zhao Yuan and Lin Xue gave a slight bow to the audience below.
Afterward, Zhao Yuan walked to the left side of the stage with the Guqin in his arms, sat down cross-legged, and placed the instrument on his lap.
His casual manner, both suave and languid, was reminiscent of the renowned scholars of the Wei and Jin Dynasties who composed poetry, played music, and drank with friends under the pines. Every woman in the auditorium, be they teachers or students, found their eyes glued to him.
The few infatuated girls who had previously been yelling for Zhao Yuan to do a striptease—wanting to see his pecs, abs, and little buddy—were now gaping, drooling without even realizing it. They muttered excitedly, "So hot! He's insanely hot! I never thought Zhao Yuan could be this captivating with his clothes *on*. He's a perfect dreamboat! I can't take it!"
Meanwhile, Lin Xue walked to the center of the stage.
