SFAM – Chapter 30.1

04/07/2020_M_

Zhou Yiran’s reminder struck Mi Qing dumb. Has she been talking about Xiao Gu?

Either out of mental shame, or because she felt disrespectful towards Zhou Yiran, Mi Qing’s face bloomed red. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that.”

Zhou Yiran’s eyes flashed on her slightly shrunken neck, patted her on the top of her head, and turned towards the piano: “I’ll play the piano for you.”

He sat down in front of the piano, dressed in a white suit and as elegant as a white swan.

The staff standing nearby secretly took out her mobile phone from the pocket of her uniform, opened the video recording software like a thief, and spied at them in an angle that was quite obscure.

Zhou Yiran gently positioned himself in front of the piano, but before pressing the keys, he smiled at the staff first: “Don’t sneak shots, okay?”

Staff member: “……”

The handsome guy asked her so nicely, she couldn’t refuse at all: “Okay, sorry.” She put her phone away with a bit of embarrassment, but still found it regretful.

Zhou Yiran started to play. He did not play Mi Jing’s “Jing Bells”, but another famous song, “To Alice”.

As the melodious piano melody echoed in the lobby, more and more guests gathered around. Although Zhou Yiran could prevent the staff from sneaking shots, the crowd of onlookers recorded his performance one by one.

Many girls zeroed their mobile phones on him and exchanged whispers giddily. Mi Qing hummed indignantly, humpth, you can only take sneak shots.

 The moment the lingering notes of Zhou Yiran’s piano performance settled down, a round of applause resounded in all directions, and even the girls shouted in cheers. Mi Qing was riled again. Do you know how much a ticket for Rabbit gege’s concert cost? I also want encore, I also want this beauty!

Zhou Yiran bent down to thank everyone, and walked back to Mi Qing.

Many girls followed his saunter. Mi Qing plucked her own curly hair behind her ears, and jutted her chin like a proud little princess, accepting everyone’s envy and admiration.

Zhou Yiran chuckled, “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” She didn’t want to stay longer and be watched.

The two walked towards the women’s clothing area. Zhou Yiran turned his head and told Mi Qingdao at the side: “The ambience in the mall is not conducive. Come to see my concert next time and I will reserve a special ticket for you.”

“Really?” Mi Qing gasped fervently. “Will you be holding a concert in China?”

She had watched several concerts he held abroad on Weibo, but she had no chance to go. She could only revel in the photos in front of the computer.

Zhou Yiran nodded: “Yes, there will be a national tour, but that has to wait for next year.”