Chapter 269: Qinglian Daoist

  Jester closed his eyes.

  To be honest, Yu Yunlong's "My Chinese Heart" is sung very well, but in Jester's ears it sounds so jarring.

  He didn't understand why this overseas student called Yu Yunlong would deceive himself, if he wanted to sing the song, he could have just said so earlier, it's not like he couldn't compromise.

  But the other party clearly agreed not to sing this song, but still sang it after going on stage.

  Hehe.

  Jie Si sneered, was this to humiliate him? Just because he also had a good impression of Qin Shu? What kind of sick thinking was this? He wasn't afraid of fair competition, but this tactic was really too despicable. But wanting to make him lose face wouldn't be that easy.

  As the song "Yu Yunlong" came to an end, Qin Shuyi couldn't help but feel anxious for Jester. She took his hand tightly and her face was filled with worry. She kept saying apologetically: "I'm really sorry! I didn't expect Yu Yunlong to be like this, he wasn't like that before, always helping his classmates..."

  Jester's hand, which was being held by Qin Shu Yan, transmitted a warm and gentle feeling. However, Jester suddenly revealed a hint of a smile, and he said slowly: "This has nothing to do with you, and it's just a song, right? I can just choose another one, singing badly doesn't lose face."

  Not losing face... Jester's smile gradually turned cold, he wasn't the kind of person who could be slapped in the face and then pretend nothing happened.

  He is not a magnanimous person.

  Moreover, some Chinese people who actively let Jester have this song also unexpectedly looked at Jester. Didn't Jester say he wanted to sing this song? When they saw that Jester's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the cold light that occasionally flowed out of his eyes as he watched the foreign student singing emotionally on stage, they understood what had happened.

  He was fooled by someone.

  Some people who were already jealous of Jester couldn't help but show a schadenfreude expression.

  Jester didn't take this impromptu singing performance to heart at first, he just planned to casually sing a song and that's it, but now, it's not something he can just ignore.

  If he tolerates this time, in the eyes of many people, it is not his magnanimity, but cowardice.

  So he is now thinking about which song he should choose.

  Those accompanied songs, he just vaguely remembered a few, none of which were suitable for him to sing.

  So he can only find one in his memory, to be honest, he won't sing many songs, but not too few either. However, some songs need accompaniment to have a feel for them, and if he wants to sing a cappella, it's unlikely unless his voice is extraordinary.

  "Zhong Guo Ren" is quite suitable, but if it's a cappella, unless he has Lin Zhi Xuan's voice, "Nan Er Dang Zi Qiang" is also great, but this song is too difficult, unless you have Lin Zi Xiang's golden voice.

  The problem is that they don't even have their own, if they insist on singing clearly, then with their own amateurish voice that can only show off their ugliness, what should they choose?

  At this time, Yu Yunlong's singing also ended. The lyrics of this song are indeed touching and his singing level is extremely high. Many people listened with tears in their eyes, and the whole scene burst into warm applause.

  The emcee then announced the next singer to take the stage.

  "Next, Li Jie!"

  Jester's eyes turned cold as he watched Yu Yunlong walk down from the stage with a smile on his face.

  At this time he may not show weakness.

  Although he hadn't yet decided which song to sing, Jester still stood up and walked towards the stage.

  Jie Si and Yu Yun Long faced each other and stopped in their tracks halfway.

  Yu Yunlong's face showed a hint of apology, and he said with embarrassment: "Mr. Li, I don't have many songs that I'm good at singing, I looked through the song list several times and found that this is the only one I can sing well, so I sang it, I'm really sorry."

  He was saying words of apology, and his tone seemed sincere too, but Jester still saw a hint of uncontainable smugness in his eyes.

  Jester narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, revealing a hint of a cold smile.

  "It doesn't matter, I have other options."

  Yu Yunlong couldn't see any anger or embarrassment on Jester's face, which made him feel a bit uncomfortable. He knew that what he did was basically harmless to Jester, at most making him lose some insignificant face in the Chinese community. But he wanted to see Jester get angry and embarrassed. He just disliked how Jester always had a smiling face, seeming friendly but actually being distant and unapproachable.

  He just wants Qin Shuyan to see Jester make a fool of himself.

  But he was disappointed, Jester didn't scold him as he had expected, he wished so, he was just an ordinary overseas student, but Jester wasn't.

  If Jester did this, then the one who will lose face is himself.

  Jie Si didn't look at Yu Yunlong again, and brushed past him, walking towards the stage.

  The staff asked him what song he was going to sing, but unexpectedly, Jester shook his head and said lightly: "I don't sing songs."

  "Don't sing!" But it wasn't just the staff whose faces showed a strange expression, after being broadcast through the microphone to the entire banquet hall, everyone's face also showed a strange expression.

  What did he go up there for if not to sing?

  This is the doubt in everyone's mind.

  Jester still had that calm tone: "I'm not very good at singing, I originally wanted to sing 'My Chinese Heart', but the gentleman in front of me whose name I don't know has already sung it, and much better than me, so I won't make a fool of myself. However, since I drew the lot, I also can't not go on stage. I thought of a poem I wrote before, imitating the elegant and refined style of 'The Book of Songs', I think it's not bad, so let me recite it for everyone to evaluate."

  A poem?

  Yu Yunlong slightly curled his lip, still talking about elegant and refined poetry? He didn't even bother to draft it, he simply didn't believe that a banana person who grew up in the US and received an American education could write elegant and refined poetry.

  The crowd below also erupted in a buzz of discussion, and although they were somewhat unclear about the sudden change, they still responded with encouraging applause.

  In the eyes of many who don't know the inside story, it's probably that young man on stage who really can't sing.

  Jie stood in the center of the stage, his eyes scanning the scene. He saw some people with schadenfreude expressions, those Chinese who knew they had been deceived and given "My Chinese Heart" to themselves. There was also Qin Shuyi's worried look and Yu Yunlong's slightly complacent, seemingly waiting to watch the show with a mocking expression.

  Then his mouth corners moved slightly, revealing a hint of an indifferent smile.

  He had just passed by Yu Yunlong when he suddenly remembered a song, a very famous one.

  However, this song is in Japanese, and he doesn't understand Japanese. Moreover, the song has a grand and majestic atmosphere, even if he understood Japanese, it's not something he could handle.

  However, the Chinese translation of this song's lyrics has a elegant and poetic style, written extremely well with high standards. When Jester first saw it, he was immediately amazed.

  Jester coughed and cleared his throat.

  He said into the microphone: "This poem is called 'Huaxia', because I often see Westerners in the United States looking down on us Huaxia with disdain, and I feel a little indignant, so I wrote it. Although I have never returned to my hometown since I was born, it can also be considered as a kind of nostalgia for my hometown Huaxia in my dreams."

  Then Jester began to recite.

  The whole audience fell silent.

  "Rain falls thick and fast, the scene is invisible, the sky hangs low on all sides, a vast expanse of mist. The journey is rugged, one person walks alone in front, chasing dreams like stars, not thinking of fatigue."

  Creeping and crawling, like a white bird; sorrowful and toiling, as if wearing fetters. Sharing joy with the multitude, without ever doubting; sharing pleasure with others, never once bewildered.

  "My heart belongs to him, where else can I go? Only this person, no one else. Even if I'm trapped in prison, my heart won't yield; the strength of moving mountains, none can match mine."

  "Our country's name is called Huaxia, vast and divine land of black eyes and dark hair. No need for obscurity, no use for complexity, our people live in the country, majestic Huaxia."

  "Our country's name is called Huaxia, vast divine land, black pupils and dark hair. No need for obscurity, no use for complexity, our people live in the country, majestic Huaxia."

  "Bathing in the spring breeze, I gently sway the willow branches. With a basket of willow twigs, I soothe my worried heart. Transforming into a cotton-like creature, I scatter myself across the four directions. Sprouting and growing into a lush sapling, I thrive with abundance."

  "My heart is returning to its intention, the thoughts of longing are deep and sincere. The high wall of mountains can be crossed by a gentle breeze, but human obstacles and heavenly barriers cannot separate me."

  "Our country's name is called Huaxia, vast divine land, black pupils and dark hair. No need for obscurity, no use for complexity, our people live in the country, majestic Huaxia."

  "Our country's name is called Huaxia, vast and divine land of China, with black eyes and dark hair. No need for obscurity, no use for complexity, our people live in the country, majestic and magnificent Huaxia."

  "The world is vast and boundless, showing its place, cutting iron and nails, it's called the Middle Land. My dwelling country, shallow hums and low songs, years and months are endless, heavenly journey has regularity."

  "Our country's name is called Huaxia, vast divine land, black pupils and dark hair. No need for obscurity, no use for complexity, our people live in the country, majestic Huaxia."

  Poetry is a song that doesn't need accompaniment, especially ancient poetry. In the recitation of Jiezi's rhythmic voice, everyone seems to be trapped in that distant traveler in a foreign land, drifting in the rain, like willows in the wind. Yet, for their hometown, for China, there is a deep and proud affection.

  Especially those elderly people who have lived abroad for decades, when they recited Jest's poem halfway through, they stood up involuntarily, and their eyes were filled with tears again.

  At first, their voices were very faint, but gradually more and more voices gathered together and became clear.

  He muttered a line from Jester's poem under his breath at the same time.

  "Our country's name is called Huaxia, vast divine land, black pupils and dark hair. No need for obscurity, no use for complexity, our people live in the country, majestic Huaxia."

  And as Jester continued to recite, more and more people felt the intense emotions in this poem, like a volcanic eruption, as if they were experiencing it themselves, and involuntarily stood up, joining the silent crowd.

  "Our country's name is called Huaxia, vast divine land, black pupils and dark hair. No need for obscurity, no use for complexity, our people live in the country, majestic Huaxia."

  The emotions in this poem are really too intense, it makes people involuntarily sink into it.

  Especially the pride of being Chinese, is in this era, having seen the prosperity of foreign countries, it's extremely rare for people from mainland China to have such strong national pride. These athletes and some officials from the delegation couldn't imagine that a Chinese person who has never been to the mainland could be so proud of being Chinese.

  It's impossible to write such a passionate poem if one isn't proud of it.

  Yu Yunlong stared blankly at all of this, he really didn't dare to believe it, that this banana man could actually write such a good poem!

  But how is this possible!

  At this time, he saw almost everyone in the audience standing up, following Jester's chanting and reciting together the most emotional sentence in this poem.

  "Our country's name is called Huaxia, vast and divine land, with black eyes and dark hair. No need for obscurity, no use for complexity, our people live in the country, majestic Huaxia."

  He didn't have any sense of identification with the poem in his heart, he looked at Jester's face on the stage, and an extremely hateful expression appeared on his face.

  His plans not only failed completely but also cleverly backfired, making Jester look great.

  At this time, Jester's eyes also floated towards him, and his originally gentle eyes turned icy in an instant.

  However, since I've already started writing this part, let me just finish it. In the future, I won't write detailed romance scenes anymore. Below, I'll only write about the opening ceremony of the Olympics and Xu Haifeng's first gold medal, and that will be the end of this storyline.