Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

Chapter 61 - 61 061 The Ancestor of the Ancient Flute Has Arrived

?61: 061 The Ancestor of the Ancient Flute Has Arrived 61: 061 The Ancestor of the Ancient Flute Has Arrived The gown was simply too beautiful, a sight rarely seen by ordinary students.

In the dimly lit corridor, its pristine whiteness shimmered resplendently.

By comparison, Yourong’s good looks seemed somewhat…

inferior.

“The Xia Family really is wealthy, that gown looks very expensive!”

“She’s truly a princess; just look at that figure.

Those boys are practically drooling.

Next to her, that freshman from first year seems just like a little kid!”

“I really wonder what Xia Ye’s expression would be like when he sees this.”

“…”

On her way to the backstage area to prepare, Yourong deliberately slowed her pace, giving everyone ample time to admire her.

She even glanced at Xia Ye’s seat while passing by the front row.

Tang Tianjiao was utterly disgusted by her show-off attitude in front of their classmates and couldn’t help calling out petulantly, “School Beauty, your dress trailing on the ground is getting dirty!”

Though she didn’t say much, her tone was sufficiently mocking, and some people around began to jeer.

But who could have known that less than a second after Yourong’s moment of embarrassment, her ace Flower Guardian, Tian Ye, appeared out of nowhere, nobly lifting the hem of her gown for her, escorting her backstage.

This, rather than causing Yourong embarrassment, turned out to be another show of finesse.

Being the grandson of the principal helping her lift her gown only further solidified her unshakeable status as the school beauty.

“Ugh—”

“I really feel like puking.”

“The principal is such a smart man; how can his grandson be so blind?”

“Can’t he see that Yourong is just a green tea b*tch?”

Tang Tianjiao kept complaining to Xia Ye.

Yet, Xia Ye’s attention was fixated on the velvet pouch Yourong held in hand.

It seemed…

to be a musical instrument?

**

The official opening ceremony finally commenced, with teachers sitting in the left section of the auditorium, the principal and directors seated on the right, and the best seats in the center reserved for the students.

After all, today’s ceremony was for them.

The usual proceedings couldn’t be missed: the principal’s speech, the directors’ from each grade, the new student representative, the college entrance examination student representative’s speech…

And then came the cultural performances.

Among the numerous performances, Yourong was again the grand finale.

As noon approached, it was finally her turn to take the stage.

The students were still quite supportive; initially nearly asleep, they perked up the moment she appeared.

Those who had gotten wind of the performance content in advance had begun to enlighten their neighbors about the ancient flute.

Xia Ye twisted open a water bottle, just about to drink, when he heard the presenter’s announcement.

“Next up, we invite Yourong from the senior third class to perform a solo on the ancient flute.”

Upon hearing the words “ancient flute,” Xia Ye’s hand gripping the water bottle hesitated.

He thought it might be a case of the same name, but then took a closer look at the structure of the flute…

Wasn’t this the instrument he had whimsically designed over a thousand years ago?

And it had actually…

been passed down to the present day?

As Yourong began her performance, Xia Ye struggled even more to conceal his expression of rare surprise.

Because he was seated in the first row, Yourong easily caught sight of his face.

Her lips curled up in immense satisfaction.

Always acting so high and mighty, yet now watching her play the ancient flute so impressively, wasn’t he green with envy, jealousy, and resentment?

Even Tang Tianjiao couldn’t help but tug at Xia Ye’s arm soothingly, “Night, it’s just an ancient flute, nothing special.

There, there, let’s not be envious, okay?”

Xia Ye responded noncommittally, his thoughts inscrutable to those around.

He remembered painstakingly fine-tuning this instrument several times when he designed it.

But Yourong—

How could she manage to play it so terribly?!!