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Chapter 106: Falusan and Narcida take the stage together, with Wendy assisting, to thunderous applau
Chapter 106: Falusan takes the stage with Narcida, assisted by Wendy, to thunderous applause, while Falusan makes a fool of herself while drunk.
Chen Bo looked at the abnormal redness in the corner of Farusan's eyes and sensed that something bad was about to happen.
Farusian's alcohol tolerance seems to be quite average.
Seeing that she was about to refill her drink, Chen Bo stepped forward and stopped her.
"Senior, stop!"
"This wine has a strong aftereffect, so don't overindulge. Getting drunk at a gathering would be very embarrassing."
Farusan held the empty glass, pouted in dissatisfaction, and with a flick of her wrist, deftly bypassed Chen Bo's obstruction.
"Don't underestimate me. A few cups of fruit wine, even if you drink a whole barrel, I can still solve the most profound mechanical puzzle for you!"
She spoke with absolute confidence.
I don't know if I've ever been drunk before. Maybe when I was drunk, my memory went blank, and I didn't have a clear understanding of my alcohol tolerance.
He took a deep breath, changed his strategy, and held up three fingers, saying, "Three cups! Senior, three cups at most."
"We're still outside, surrounded by people and eyes, so we need to be mindful of our image and absolutely cannot get drunk."
"You can start by trying some low-alcohol substitutes, such as apple wine, which is quite good."
"Hmph." Farusan let out a soft snort. "Senior, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. You should worry more about your match later; everyone played very well. I'm looking forward to your poem."
Seeing that Farusian seemed to be under the influence of alcohol, Chen Bo came up with a plan and said to Farusian's back, "Senior!"
If you get drunk and act crazy, I'll record the whole thing!
He paused, then deliberately added in an expectant, gossipy tone, "I'll show you when you're sober!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Farusan, who was walking forward, stumbled.
He turned around and scoffed, "You brat!"
"Don't underestimate me! Senior, I—I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
Even she herself felt a little unsure about saying "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk".
The childish banter between the two made Xingqiu, who was watching from the side, want to laugh, but he held back and didn't burst out laughing on the spot.
After all, this is quite impolite behavior.
If this had happened to Chongyun, Xingqiu would definitely have made fun of him.
Nasida, who had been quietly staying by Chen Bo's side, tilted her head curiously and carefully recorded the scene.
This is how humans interact.
Looking at Farusan, whose steps were even a little unsteady.
Chen Bo knew it was time for him to go on stage.
Otherwise, Farusan wouldn't have been able to see her own performance.
Moreover, he also had to take the drunken Farusan back with him.
We must finish quickly, get on stage and perform as soon as possible, and then help this senior, who has already reached a state of "unfazed drunkenness," back home.
Without further hesitation, he turned around and took the little hand of Luna 1, who had been quietly observing from the side.
"Let's go, Nasita, it's our turn."
9
Chen Bo and Naxi Da walked onto the stage together.
Compared to Kaiya's previous carefree and unrestrained style, or Xingqiu's scholarly demeanor, this is a departure from his previous work.
The pair of a large man and a small woman, a stranger dressed in the robes of a Sumerian scholar and a girl as delicate as a doll, immediately attracted everyone's attention.
This combination is quite novel.
In the audience, Jean subconsciously sat up straight. Her impression of this "Mr. Anil" was still that of a "mechanic who instilled dangerous ideas in Klee."
Honestly, the first impression wasn't good; I'm going to corrupt Klee.
Seeing him take the stage, Qin couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. What kind of poetry would he bring?
Will it be the art of explosion?
Lisa, standing next to her, lazily switched the hand that was supporting her chin, a playful smile playing on her lips.
She observed the two people on the stage with great interest, especially the little girl, who always gave her a strange and inexplicable feeling.
"Sweetie, are you going to give us a surprise?" she murmured to herself, her emerald eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Xingqiu also stopped talking with his entourage. He had just finished reciting the poem and his heroic spirit had not yet completely dissipated. Now, seeing Brother Chen, who had encouraged him to go on stage, he also wanted to see what the other man was capable of.
Chen Bo stood on the stage, looking for Wendy in the audience. After finding her, the two looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.
The next second, from an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, no one could say for sure which direction it came from, a melodious and clear piano melody rang out naturally, gently brushing past everyone's ears.
On the outskirts of the crowd, Wendy leaned against the shade of a large tree, her fingers lightly strumming the strings of her guitar, a smile playing on her lips.
A "hey" smile.
Being a good support player is also great.
At the center of the stage, Nasita stepped forward to the sound of the piano and began to hum softly in a pure, childlike voice.
"In the shadow of the tower, the chilling wind is the only song."
"People pray for protection, yet are imprisoned by the outline of high walls."
With just two sentences, the expressions of the native Mondstadt residents in the square underwent subtle changes.
This is the history of Mondstadt, and the sense of déjà vu comes immediately.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Bo's gentle and deep voice entered, like the vast land carrying the wind, perfectly complementing Naxi Da's ethereal childlike voice.
"Until the first breath of free wind blew away the endless frost."
"It brings a ballad about the distance, and the homeland of dandelions."
The two of them each said a sentence, and then they responded with a verse.
Accompanied by the sound of the piano, everyone seemed to be transported back to that era, to that historical scene recorded in history.
The poem continues.
Listen, the whispers in the wind are wings breaking free from their shackles.
"Look, those falling feathers are the first hope granted by the gods."
As Nasita sang this line, Wendy's fingertips gradually became more passionate.
In the square, the gentle breeze, as if summoned, began to dance to the rhythm.
They swept up the colorful petals of the festival flowers on the ground, and the Cecilia flowers in the girls' hair, forming a dazzling, slowly rotating ring of wind around the stage.
Sunlight filtered through the fluttering petals, casting dappled shadows that enveloped the two people on the stage.
Everyone was stunned.
They seemed to truly see the boy who played the zither a thousand years ago, using his song to awaken people's courage to resist.
They seemed to truly see the tower collapse, and the free city-state rising from the ruins, bathed in the first rays of sunlight!
"And so, the high walls crumbled, and free city-states grew from the ruins."
"Every dandelion seed carries that feather and flies far away."
"The shuttlecock flies, just like the feathers of yesteryear; the windmill turns, singing the hymn of freedom."
"Children running through the streets and alleys, their laughter is the best praise to the gods."
The song ended.
As the music faded and the wind subsided, petals fell gently like rain.
The lingering sound echoed around the beams, never ceasing to reach the ears.
On stage, Nasita slightly lifted the hem of her skirt and performed an impeccable ladylike bow.
Chen Bo also placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly in greeting.
The audience was completely silent.
A full three seconds passed.
"boom--!"
Thunderous applause and cheers erupted.
"By the wind god! This is amazing!"
"This is the poetry of Mondstadt!"
"This is...this tells the story of the origin of the badminton festival."
"We are all dandelion seeds, we are all seeds of freedom."
"Let's drink, let's drink."
Some people even threw their hats onto the stage in excitement, making the scene even more enthusiastic than when Kaia appeared.
Qin stared blankly at the stage.
This poem and this song perfectly interpret the core of the Mondstadt spirit: freedom born from struggle.
It is the history of Mondstadt.
Kaiya whistled loudly and threw all the petals in her hand.
Xingqiu's eyes sparkled with wonder.
This friend of Sumeru not only understands jade, but also has a profound understanding of Mondstadt culture.
Surrounded by applause, Chen Bo slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
The performance was a great success, even more so than expected.
As things stand, taking first place shouldn't be a problem.
Chen Bo subconsciously searched for Farusan's figure.
Yes, it's still easy to find.
Farusan was standing not far away next to an oak barrel, her fair cheeks as red as ripe apples, and her beautiful blue eyes were completely unfocused, her gaze unfocused.
Most importantly, she still had a full glass of dandelion wine in her hand.
Farusanne raised her glass to the air, slurred, and mumbled, "Good! Sing—sing well!"
"As expected—hiccup!"
She let out a loud burp.
"As expected of my student! He has the same flair I had back then! One more—one more!"
Chen Bo helplessly rubbed his forehead.
Having just finished showing off, he now has to clean up the mess; he can't just leave Farusan to fend for herself.
Chen Bo pulled Naxi Da along and quickly walked off the stage.
Chen Bo hadn't seen any of Cole or Amber all day, and guessed that Amber, their Mondstadt guide, had probably taken Cole out to play.
This means that the only person who can handle this mess on site is yourself.
Farusian was completely drunk.
At this moment, Farusan's beautiful blue eyes completely lost focus, as if covered with a layer of mist. She spun around unsteadily, her hands still tightly gripping an empty wine glass.
He was still talking to a half-person-high oak barrel by the roadside.
"Anil—you—you're a genius!" Farusan pointed a finger at the top of the oak barrel, as if praising a well-behaved student.
"I knew it! You wouldn't let me down—hiccup! You wouldn't disappoint me! You're the best student I've ever taught! Cheers!"
She raised her empty glass and offered a distant toast to the wine barrel.
There was something to watch, and there were actually quite a few people observing Faroshan as well.
"You're really drunk."
"It's not good to lack awareness of your own alcohol tolerance."
"We can't let her drink any more."
"How about we go find the ensemble leader?"
Hearing the comments from those around him, Chen Bo felt his cheeks burning.
That's kind of socially awkward.
As soon as Chen Bo walked in, he said, "Senior, you're drunk. Let's go back."
Unexpectedly, Farusan patted the round "shoulders" of the oak barrel affectionately, and continued to speak in an extremely protective tone with a thick lisp: "You are the best student I have ever taught! In the future—in the future, if anyone dares to bully you, I—I will use a mechanism to blast them—all of them away!"
It's so warm.
Chen Bo stepped forward and took Farusan's arm: "Senior, I'm here. That's a bucket, not me."
Farusan turned her head in a daze, squinted at him for a long time, her brows furrowed tightly, as if trying to figure out some profound puzzle.
"Nonsense!" she muttered. "This is Anil too—that's Anil too—how can there be two Anils?"
Her brain was clearly unable to process this complex information, so she decisively gave up, turned to the more pleasing "barrel-like Anil," and raised her empty glass again: "Come on! Good apprentice, let's toast!"
"Bang!"
She must have used too much force, because the glass in her hand slammed heavily against the metal rim of the wine barrel. With a flick of her wrist, she knocked over a pile of wine glasses on the nearby table.
With a crash, the entire table of wine was knocked over by Faroshan, splashing wine all over Chen Bo and Faroshan.
Chen Bo had no choice but to go back now.
"Let's go, senior, I'll take you back to change your clothes."
Unexpectedly, Farusan not only showed no intention of going back, but instead pouted in grievance, her eyes quickly filling with tears. She turned to the innocent oak barrel and accused, "Anil—why did you splash me? Is it—is it because you think my senior has had too much to drink?"
Chen Bo was speechless and had to take the blame for a wine barrel.
When the unexpected situation arose, Leader Qin, Kaiya, and Lisa came over together.
Qin's face was full of embarrassment, but as the acting head of the group, she had to maintain a polite concern.
Looking at the master and apprentice, especially the drunken senior, she was at a loss for words.
This scholar from Sumeru is truly—quite unique.
Kaiya, on the other hand, made no attempt to hide his laughter. He covered his mouth with one hand, his shoulders shaking violently, barely able to contain his laughter.
He felt that the entertainment at today's poetry conference was much more exciting than the main program.
Lisa stood beside Kaia with great interest, her lazy gaze sweeping back and forth between the two "treasures" of a master and apprentice, a smile playing on her lips.
This senior colleague is actually more like a child.
"I'm so sorry, Master Qin, everyone." Chen Bo supported the still groaning Farusan with one hand, and with the other hand he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her soaked dress haphazardly. "Senior—she can't hold her liquor, she's caused you all trouble. I'll take her back to the inn to rest now."
"Please have someone help me clean up these wine glasses. All losses will be charged to my account."
His tone was full of apology.
The ensemble leader nodded and said, "It's alright, I'll take care of it. You should take the teacher back now."
Chen Bo nodded, said no more, picked up Princess Farusan in his arms, and walked towards the inn.
Farusan didn't struggle; instead, she wrapped her arms around Chen Bo's neck and mumbled drunken ramblings.
"Yes, you're back."
Why do you always come home so late at night?
"Make sure to let your seniors know when you go out. I—I—I'm worried about you."
Chen Bo nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I report it every time."
Naxida remained silent and obediently followed behind Chen Bo.
This heartwarming scene looks just like a family of three.
The father carried the drunken mother and took his sensible little daughter home together.
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