Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Song Yun returned to the rehearsal room, where the student council president brought a bottle of water, unscrewed it, and handed it to Song Yun personally.

This gesture left many people in the rehearsal room dumbfounded. What was going on?

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Just now, the student council president had a face full of righteousness, but now he was bootlicking the brother of Si Yi?

"Fellow student, what do you do for a living?"

The student council president brought over a small stool, sat below Song Yun, and asked with a fawning smile.

Having been in society for so many years, Song Yun certainly knew this person must have recognized his status before changing his attitude to cozy up to him.

"Unemployed."

Hearing this, the student council president made a face that seemed to say 'I understand'. He believed he had judged correctly—apparently, Song Yun was a rich second-generation kid whose family was loaded!

"Heh, classmate, I think Si Yi sings very well, no, exceptionally well, with a professional level. After the evening gala, I must speak with the teacher about Si Yi, striving to get more awards for her this year."

"No need, Si Yi's main focus should still be on her studies."

The polite refusal sent a chill through the student council president's heart—apparently, this big shot was still a bit annoyed.

In such a situation, it was natural that he shouldn't stay around any longer, which would only annoy people even more.

"Then, classmate, please continue to sit here; I have something to take care of in the front."

FInally, this annoying fly was going to leave, and Song Yun nodded without any attempt to retain him.

And so, more than ten minutes passed until a girl with short hair walked in, glancing at the people inside the rehearsal room with displeasure.

"Si Yi, has Lang Shiyong not arrived yet?"

This girl was the head of the literary and arts department of the student council. She had arranged a duet for Yuan Siyi today, and ever since two in the afternoon, that male student had been putting off his arrival, saying he'd be there soon. But now, it was almost time to take the stage, and he still hadn't shown up!

"Haven't seen him. I thought he was going to be replaced."

Yuan Siyi showed a helpless expression.

The male student who was to sing the duet had studied vocal music in high school and, although he was no match for professional singers, was still quite popular in the school.

In his first year of university, the male student often brought speakers to the playground to sing, attracting a flock of fangirls, and was even nicknamed 'male god'.

Later, no one knew whether he developed an attitude problem or simply thought too highly of himself, but whenever there was a cultural evening and he was needed on stage, people had to ask him repeatedly.

It seemed his old habits had kicked in today; no one knew where he had gone off to.

Just as the head of the literary and arts department was frantically pacing, the door to the rehearsal room was opened.

Three or four boys helped a man reeking of alcohol to walk in.

The drunk man was Lang Shiyong. He had initially planned to come for the dress rehearsal in the afternoon, and along the way, flirt with a couple of the dance girls. But at noon, a girl from another school who had been over to his place asked him out for lunch.

On one hand, there were schoolgirls he hadn't dated yet, on the other, a girl he had already scored with, of course, he chose the latter.

So, after lunch, he took a bottle of alcohol and went to a hotel with that girl.

He had no concept of time once he started drinking until his roommate's call was answered by the girl, who then dragged him back.

Seeing the drunken Lang Shiyong, the head of the literary and arts department was extremely irritated. This jerk simply didn't know how to prioritize; at such a crucial time, he had the nerve to go out for drinks. How was the performance supposed to go on!

Was she supposed to find someone else at the last minute?

But with only half an hour left before the gala began, where could she find someone to replace this bastard?

"Don't get angry, don't get angry!"

The head of the literary and arts department took a deep breath and shouted inside the room, "Let Lang Shiyong lie down and rest for a bit, and meanwhile, go out and buy him some sobering medicine!"

"Chief, the smell on him..."

A little girl covered her nose and murmured softly.

The Minister of Culture and Arts took a closer look and cursed inwardly, "Fuck! This bastard even threw up on his clothes, absolutely disgustingly revolting!"

She asked the boys who had brought Lang Shiyong back to retrieve clothes from the dorm, then made a phone call to the announcer, asking them to postpone the duet performance a bit.

All the preparations were complete, and now they could only pray for Lang Shiyong to sober up quickly, at least to get through those few minutes of the duet on stage!

Even after taking hangover pills, drinking tea, and even being fed honey lemon, Lang Shiyong was still out of it.

The evening party had already begun, and the host was starting with an opening speech, thanking all the leaders and students for their attendance.

In the backstage rehearsal room, the Minister of Culture and Arts was so anxious that she was pulling her hair, not knowing how much alcohol this bastard had drunk at noon!

The Minister of Culture and Arts kicked Lang Shiyong in anger.

That kick made Lang Shiyong open his eyes, his sleepy eyes groggily looking around at everyone in the rehearsal room.

"Where is this?"

"Lang Shiyong!" the Minister of Culture and Arts shouted at him, "You have twenty minutes until you're on stage! Can you pull it together or not!"

"On stage? What time is it now?"

Lang Shiyong asked in a daze, his memories still lingering in the hotel.

"Never mind the time, I'm asking you if you can still go on stage!"

The Minister was nearly frantic, but looking at Lang Shiyong's expression, it was still very indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him, which nearly made her lose her composure and curse in public.

"Probably not going to work."

Lang Shiyong lit a cigarette to clear his head and said, "My body is all limp right now, am I supposed to lie down and sing on stage?"

"Fuck!"

The Minister cursed softly.

Why on earth did she believe this bastard in the first place, resulting now in not having a backup act.

The rehearsal room was full of disgust as they looked at Lang Shiyong, but given the situation, they certainly couldn't let this asshole go on stage and perform like a lump of slime, could they?

"Sigh, poor Si Yi, she's been the most diligent in rehearsals these days, but now her act is likely to be canned."

A girl sighed and said.

Song Yun looked at Yuan Siyi's expression and sure enough, the young lady's face was full of disappointment.

"Ding! Host detected at the HK University evening event; would you like to check-in?"

Here it comes! The system's care package has arrived!

Song Yun immediately checked in.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully checking in. You've been awarded +5 Charm and a professional-level singing voice!"

As soon as the system voice finished, Song Yun felt a warm sensation in his throat, very comfortable. He coughed softly, and indeed, his voice had changed from before, becoming more magnetic.

"Hello there, since he can't go on stage, let me accompany Si Yi instead," Song Yun offered.

Just as the Minister of Culture and Arts was squatting on the floor, staring vacantly at the ground, a voice came from behind her.

She turned around sharply only to see Song Yun's handsome face, and the rage in her heart gradually subsided.

"Handsome guy, thanks for the help, but there are less than ten minutes left until Si Yi's performance..."

It was all over; she could already picture the scene of being criticized by the school leaders after the party ended, her scholarship for this semester was likely gone because of Lang Shiyong, this asshole.

Sigh...