mynovelonline Chapter 64 Principal, please mute your microphone!
Chapter 64 Principal, please mute your microphone!
The auditorium of Biyou No.1 Immortal Cultivation Middle School.
Before he even got close, a deafening scream and a deep bass guitar nearly blew Su Wuxian's skull off.
"Wang Zhenqiu! Wang Zhenqiu! If I don't love you, who will?"
"Fly bravely, Qiuqiu! Mom will always be with you!"
"Ahhh! He looked at me! I'm going to faint!"
Thousands of students waved glowing magical artifacts, filling the entire auditorium to capacity.
The air was thick with the smell of hormones and frenzied sweat.
Center stage, under the spotlight.
Wang Zhenqiu wore a flashy costume covered in sequins, with exquisite theatrical makeup on his face, and his long golden hair fluttered in the wind.
He was holding a microphone, singing a rock version of Peking Opera while winking at the audience.
In this dream, he was no longer the troublesome "Southwest cancer" or the scoundrel who caused trouble everywhere.
He is a top idol in the entire school and even the entire city.
Everyone loves him, and everyone revolves around him.
"This is so noisy..."
Su Wuxian stood at the entrance of the auditorium, rubbing his ears which were numb from the shock, looking disgusted.
Zhang Zhiwei listened with great interest, even tapping his leg to the rhythm:
"Junior brother, I must say, this little kid sings quite energetically. It's much more interesting than our morning chanting on the mountain."
"Senior, we're here to cause trouble, not to chase after celebrities."
Su Wuxian rolled his eyes helplessly and straightened the principal's Zhongshan suit:
"Come on, let's go upstairs and pull out that wheat for him."
......
On stage, Wang Zhenqiu was immersed in his performance.
"This bow! My resolve will never waver, even in life and death!"
He enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
Here, he is the light.
Just as he was about to hit a high note and bring the atmosphere to its climax.
Sizzle—!
A piercing electrical crackling sound suddenly rang out.
Immediately afterwards, all the stage lights went out and the sound system went silent.
The once noisy auditorium instantly fell into an awkward darkness and deathly silence.
"What's going on? Is there a power outage?"
"Where's the sound engineer? Deduct his salary!"
The fans in the audience began to stir.
"Ahem, hey, hey."
A lazy voice, broadcast through the backup loudspeaker, resounded throughout the venue:
"Um... I'm sorry, everyone."
"It's evening study time now, concerts are prohibited here."
"Class teachers, take your students home and have each student write a 2,000-word self-criticism, which must be submitted to the principal's office tomorrow morning."
"who???"
Wang Zhenqiu stood on the dark stage, jumping up and down in anger:
"Who dares to cut off my electricity?! Don't they know I'm an arts student specially approved by the school board?!"
"Smack."
A beam of pale flashlight light shone on Wang Zhenqiu's face.
Su Wuxian, holding a flashlight, appeared like a ghost at the edge of the stage, followed by Zhang Zhiwei carrying a police baton.
"Open your eyes wide and see who I am."
Su Wuxian shone his flashlight, blinding Wang Zhenqiu.
"Wang Zhenqiu, you are suspected of gathering a crowd to make noise, wearing strange clothes, and disrupting the teaching order."
"Come to my office."
"You...the principal?"
Wang Zhenqiu squinted to adjust to the light, and after recognizing Su Wuxian, he wasn't afraid at all; instead, he revealed his signature wicked grin.
"Oh, it's Principal Su."
"Are you... jealous of my popularity? Trying to ride my coattails?"
"Look at these people below..."
Wang Zhenqiu pointed at the enthusiastic fans below the stage, a smug look on his face:
"They all love me. In this school, my word carries more weight than your school rules."
Su Wuxian looked at Wang Zhenqiu's smug expression, but instead of being angry, he smiled.
He turned off the flashlight and casually tossed it to Zhang Zhiwei behind him.
"like?"
Su Wuxian walked up to Wang Zhenqiu, took a mirror out of his pocket, and shoved it in Wang Zhenqiu's face:
"Ball, take a good look at yourself."
"Do you like this outfit? Do you like being fawned over and screamed at?"
"Of course I like it!" Wang Zhenqiu said, sticking out his neck.
"Yeah?"
Su Wuxian turned around, facing the thousands of "fans" below the stage, and suddenly shouted:
"Wang Zhenqiu is an idiot!!"
Quiet.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Logically, when an idol is criticized, fans should be furious and rush up to tear Su Wuxian to pieces.
But... no.
The fans below the stage maintained their enthusiastic expressions, waving glow sticks and mechanically chanting:
"Qiuqiu is the best! Qiuqiu is the coolest!"
No matter how harsh Su Wuxian's insults were, their reaction remained the predetermined "love".
"Did you see that?"
Su Wuxian pointed to the group of people below the stage who looked like puppets:
"This is what you call 'love'."
"In this world, you have no haters, no doubters, and no surprises."
"Everyone is like a pre-programmed NPC, only blindly praising you."
Su Wuxian turned to look at Wang Zhenqiu, his eyes filled with pity:
"Wang Zhenqiu, you're a real scoundrel."
"Isn't what you like most about the unpredictability of human nature? Isn't it about provoking people and seeing their reactions?"
"This kind of uneventful, unchallenging life, as bland as plain water..."
"Don't you find it... so boring you want to throw up?"
"boring......"
Wang Zhenqiu was stunned.
What's going on?
How could his fans only blindly express their love?
That's not the kind of love he wants!
Looking at the smiling faces below the stage, each one a copy-paste of the last.
Wang Zhenqiu suddenly felt a chill.
Yes.
Everything went too smoothly.
Regardless of whether he sang well or not, regardless of what he did, these people were cheering.
These aren't fans.
These are just a bunch of machines that only know how to repeat themselves!
"I...I don't want this."
Wang Zhenqiu took two steps back, his stage makeup smudged, making him look somewhat comical.
"I want to see them get angry, I want to see them yell at me, I want to see their real reaction..."
"You can even hit me if you want!"
"Want to get beaten up? That's easy."
Su Wuxian snapped his fingers.
"Senior brother, shall we give it a try?"
Zhang Zhiwei, standing behind him, understood immediately and swung his baton.
"Snapped!"
He smacked Wang Zhenqiu on the buttocks with a stick.
"Awooo—!"
Wang Zhenqiu let out a scream and jumped up, clutching his buttocks.
pain!
It hurts!
But the pain instantly brought him back to his senses.
The surrounding auditoriums began to twist and collapse.
Those fervent fans vanished as countless data points.
"Get out of here if you're awake."
Su Wuxian kicked him:
"Go to the playground and find Teacher Tian, run five kilometers to calm down."
Wang Zhenqiu covered his buttocks, but a long-lost, genuine, sly smile appeared on his face:
"Alright! I'm off! Mr. Su, this baton... it's really strong!"
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