Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

Yan Zhao took the fresh milk back from Guan You's table and said, "Sorry, I can only afford such a thank you gift."

He has only had one friend since he was a child. He is from a marginal star like him and has little money. Usually as long as you eat and drink well, you will feel very satisfied.

Send a box of milk to Guan You just to express your gratitude. Even if the other party doesn't like it, Yan Zhao won't force it.

Song Tingxi kept observing his expression.

Yan Zhao was ridiculed and even admitted that he was poor, but he showed no shame at all. Are there really people in this world who are not ashamed of being born in poverty?

Song Tingxi didn't believe it, so she sent a message to Li Yiwei that night, asking him to inform the head of the administrative department of the college that the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala must be a grand and luxurious dinner, and those who were poorly dressed were not allowed to enter.

Li Yiwei's head hurt when he saw it, and he had to complain: "Master, I have never seen you have such high requirements for status before." Aren’t you kind to those generals in the army who come from poor backgrounds? 】

Song Tingxi: [Those are all promoted by their military achievements. Who does Yan Zhao count? A nerd, actually pretending to be unwilling to go along with the world. I wanted to expose his pretense. 】

Li Yiwei was speechless.

After a week or two, he checked the reports sent back by his eyeliner. Yan Zhao didn't look like he was pretending to be calm. He was really calm.

On the day of the selection show, Yan Zhao still participated alone. Yu Xi later heard that the Minister of Literature and Art said that he had been selected and was very happy.

"Thank you for your help, senior. Come back to my house for dinner next time."

The director of the Ministry of Literature and Art was from the command line, and his family was just a small governor of a planet outside the capital star. He could not fit into the aristocratic circle of the capital star. As soon as Yu Xi came to school, she took him as a minion.

"Junior, this show performed by Yan Zhao is quite good. If you have other ideas..."

"Senior, you think Yan Zhao is good? Humph!" Yu Xi hung up the call, took off his earphones, and looked unhappy.

He plotted against Yan Zhao, which was called by Young Master Song. This senior was ignorant of current affairs and dared to say that Yan Zhao's program was good.

But Yan Zhao performed well, so what happened? Isn't it just a dance show? What kind of elegant dance can he, a poor guy from a fringe star, learn?

Mostly the seniors themselves are ignorant.

"Xiao Xi." Yu Xi's roommate walked into the dormitory and said excitedly, "Did you know? Mr. Song has given an order that the Mid-Autumn Festival party will be held according to banquet standards, and Yan Zhao must become the laughing stock of everyone!"

Yu Xi immediately forgot about Yan Zhao's program and said with great interest: "Is there still such a thing? Hahaha, it's Mr. Song as expected. Since he has such interest, we have to add fuel to the fire..."

Similar discussions were held in other dormitories, but of course no one told Yan Zhao about this.

After he became aware of his situation, he would actually go to the campus forum to see what his classmates were discussing. But this time, no one mentioned the Mid-Autumn Festival Party.

On the morning of the party, Yan Zhao went to the final rehearsal. As soon as we arrived at the auditorium, we saw that the staff were all wearing uniform men's tuxedos and women's minidresses, pure black with champagne color, very formal.

For the performance, Yan Zhao also bought traditional costumes from the ancient earth period at the cheapest online mall.

Early this morning, Song Tingxi and Guan You disappeared.

So Yan Zhao changed his clothes in the dormitory before coming over. He walked all the way to the auditorium, earning countless eyes that paid attention to him.

"Fuck, what is he wearing?"

The other freshmen who were rehearsing the program were all stunned when they saw it.

"Okay, it looks like Hanfu." Someone recognized it.

"That's right. Didn't he perform a sword dance? That thing is quite traditional."

"It's been 502 years in the interstellar world, why are there still people performing stuff from the ancient earth? It's so tacky."

There were many jeers in the crowd, but no one approached Yan Zhao.

The Arts Department of Imperial College has quite a complete set of props. There is actually a beautifully crafted heavy sword. This sword is all black and has seals engraved on it. It is incompatible with the pile of high-tech props in the Arts Department, but it was chosen by Yan Zhao at a glance.

After completing the 20 programs, the stage sound and lighting were also adjusted, and it was already evening.

Freshmen entered the audience area and took their seats one after another. Yan Zhao took a look at the front desk and noticed something was wrong.

"Senior sister, do you have to dress formally to watch today's Mid-Autumn Festival Party?"

The senior who was asked by him nodded and said, "Yes, you... I'm afraid you won't be able to sit down and watch later."

"Okay." Yan Zhao thanked his senior and returned to the waiting area to wait.

He always felt that something was wrong. Just like this, it didn't seem to meet the standards of this group of people bullying him.

The previous singing, drama and other performances went smoothly. When it was Yan Zhao's turn, he held a long sword that was completely black and first gave the audience a fist.

"Ah, he is Yan Zhao!" Some students from other departments became excited, "The person who is said to have offended Young Master Song has a good show today."

"Do you want to dance with a sword? There are still people who can do this these days. They have some ability."

"Hey, you don't want your life. If you dare to praise him, be careful that Young Master Song will hear you!"

Guan You and Song Tingxi were in the corner, but their physical fitness was extraordinary and they could easily hear the audience's comments.

"Did you arrange the stage accident?" Guan You asked.

Song Tingxi glanced at him in surprise: "Do you really care about that kid?"

Guan You closed his eyes and shook his head, rubbing his forehead.

Song Tingxi understood immediately: "Are you having a headache again? Don't worry, after he steps down, the projects I arranged will not let these audiences chatter and annoy you."

"Yeah." Guan You's face improved a little.

Yan Zhao on the stage shook the tip of his sword and made a hand gesture, and the sword flashed with a cold light like a horse. I saw him walking as lightly as a swallow, sometimes swinging his sword and rising with a powerful momentum, sometimes as sudden as lightning, like a giant.

Wearing a black background with cloud-wave patterns, the cross collar and straight train, the hem flies with the flexible movement, making it look elegant and free.

His appearance was still a bit childish, but his handsome sword dancing moves made some female classmates forget their stance and exclaimed "Wow".

When the sword fell like rain, something unexpected happened suddenly. I saw that there was a bucket of paint on the mobile light stand above the stage. At this moment, it suddenly overturned and poured straight towards Yan Zhao!

Before anyone in the audience could react, Yan Zhao heard the sound, tiptoed and stepped back quickly.

Guan You raised his hand, and a wooden board flew toward the paint bucket, knocking it away from Yan Zhao's direction.

But the bucket of green paint was splashed everywhere. Even though Yan Zhao avoided it, some of the hair on the side of his face and left ear was still splashed.

"Ayou, you broke the armrest. And you said you don't care about that kid?"

Others couldn't notice it, but Song Tingxi could see it clearly. The thing that Guan You knocked away the paint bucket just now was obviously a section of the armrest of the seat that he tore off with his bare hands.

Guan You said indifferently: "You are talking about me, then what are you doing standing up?"

Song Tingxi sat down and explained without changing his expression: "I'm just a little surprised. This incident should have been arranged by others. No matter what, there is always a risk of death when you are hit in the head. Just play, but the dead are very... trouble."

Guan You nodded slightly and agreed.