Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 96 - 88.Celebration Banquet

Chapter 96: 88.Celebration Banquet

"I discovered for the first time today that men look so handsome singing on stage!"

"Right? I think Lu Jincheng is really stylish!"

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend~"

Behind the stage in the auditorium, the women’s changing room was packed with people after the curtain call.

Zhong Ruixi and Mou Keyan, carrying the long hems of their gowns, sat on a long bench changing their clothes, while gossip floated into their ears from the others.

"Rui Rui, help me with the zipper~"

Mou Keyan turned her back, showing her shiny white spine and waist indents to Zhong Ruixi.

The deep red color, both sultry and dignified, hidden with an elegantly generous style. Among all past female hosts from Nanhu University, there wasn’t another girl who could easily master this long dress like Mou Keyan.

Zhong Ruixi changed quickly, from her elegantly poised hosting, she transformed back into a lively college girl.

She walked over to Mou Keyan, reached for her neck, and pulled down smoothly.

"Phew... I was suffocating."

Mou Keyan sighed deeply, turned sideways to slip her arms through the gown, and freed herself from it.

"Senior Sister, did you hear what they were saying?"

The gossip continued as Zhong Ruixi whispered.

"I heard."

"Do you think he’s handsome?"

Zhong Ruixi leaned in, whispering close to Mou Keyan’s ear.

"Huh?"

Taken aback, Mou Keyan suddenly remembered something and instinctively moved to cover herself.

But it was too late.

Among the dancers, her bust was quite full. The long dress, previously hanging on her, now lay aside, allowing her shapely form to emerge unobstructed before Zhong Ruixi.

Two round shapes hovered, barely concealing the bold red at the center, as if a slight squeeze would set them free.

Upon seeing this, a swath of flawless skin revealed itself, red marks haphazardly visible on her skin.

Yet to fade.

"He’s handsome, everyone thinks he’s handsome, and of course I think so too."

There was no hiding it anymore.

Mou Keyan could only keep her voice steady, gently tossing her head to let a strand of curly hair fall from behind her ear to her chest, hiding the indulgences and disgraces of the long night.

"Don’t you think he performed amazingly?"

"That’s not what I meant..."

Her timely query.

Zhong Ruixi’s glances seemed yet to catch the anomalies on senior sister’s body, confusion in her clear eyes.

"He just seemed to have changed so much overnight. If it were the high school him, he definitely wouldn’t have volunteered to sing on stage, let alone be this popular or sing this well."

"Oh right, you were high school classmates."

Mou Keyan continued, her hands moving unhindered, pulling her tight T-shirt over, and swiftly pulling it on over her head.

Covered up, sorted!

"That’s normal, baby."

Mou Keyan embraced Zhong Ruixi, helping her sit down on the bench.

"People change, you know. In high school, everyone was focused on studying; it’s in college that they start to show their true colors, isn’t it perfectly normal?"

"Besides, you might still see him through a high school lens, but to others, his first impression is dazzling and it’s only natural for him to be popular."

"Here, have one."

As she spoke, Mou Keyan slid two colorful hair ties off her wrist and handed them to the girl beside her.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Zhong Ruixi took the hair ties, tilted back her head, grasped her long hair, and retied it into a high ponytail.

She pondered thoughtfully.

At that moment, a small head peeked through the door of the women’s changing room.

It was the Student Union President, He Ying.

"Miao Miao! Rui Rui! Are you in there?"

"We are!"

"Hurry and change, remove your makeup, we’re going to Bridge Building for dinner, private room number three!"

"Sister Ying, I’m really not fond of these kinds of gatherings. Who all will be there?"

Before the naive freshman Zhong Ruixi could utter a word, Mou Keyan frowned and spoke up promptly.

"Not many people."

"School Youth League Committee organized a celebration banquet, sponsored by the Student Union, party hosts, sponsors..."

"Are you going? If not, I’ll tell them you’re feeling unwell."

"I guess I’ll go then."

As soon as he heard the word ’sponsors’, Mou Keyan changed his tune, "Everyone is going, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t."

"Then hurry up and remove your makeup!"

...

Bridge Building, Room No. 3.

He Ying was the liaison between the school officials and the student body. She stood at the entrance, welcoming guests with a cheerful smile.

"Mr. Ying, these two are the hosts for the evening, Mou Keyan and Zhong Ruixi."

Mr. Ying, who was seated in the place of honor, nodded to the girls.

"These two are also hosts for the evening..."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Mr. Ying’s eyes lit up, and he stood up to shake hands with Li Xu and Zhang Zecheng.

His palms were slightly sweaty and he gripped firmly.

Lu Jincheng was the last to arrive at the dinner. He had slipped out as soon as he got off the stage, saw his partners safely out of the school, and then went for a walk with Zhou Sinin and Guan Yongyi.

After all, the guests had come from far away; it would be rude to let them go back in silence.

It wasn’t until He Ying made several phone calls that he finally bid farewell to the two.

"This is Mr. Lu, the sponsor of the evening."

"I know, I know, Xiao Lu’s singing is great, very infectious. I saw quite a few school leaders singing along!"

Mr. Ying stood up, extended his hand to Lu Jincheng, his smile warm.

"Hello, Mr. Ying."

Lu Jincheng looked at Mr. Ying’s black-frame glasses and extended his hand, feeling something odd.

It wasn’t until they shook hands that he realized what the issue was.

Damn!

He wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not.

During the handshake, Mr. Ying subtly swiped the palm of his hand.

Mr. Lu remembered the primate basics he learned in his past life.

Looking again at the man before him, this Fat Bear, couldn’t you be more obvious in your appearance?

It’s just that in this era the customs hadn’t become as rampant as in later generations; otherwise, just from looking at Mr. Ying’s round face and whiskers, you could identify him.

"The School Youth League Committee leader is actually a mama bear?"

Lu Jincheng suddenly found it amusing and pulled out a stool next to Zhong Ruixi and sat down.

Obviously, the School Youth League Committee teacher organized the event, so it was up to Mr. Ying to steer the conversation.

"This year’s welcoming party ended successfully, thanks to everyone’s hard work and sweat. On behalf of the School Youth League Committee, I’d like to toast everyone!"

Mr. Ying’s voice was nowhere near as rugged as his appearance; he raised his glass and laughed as he downed it in one go.

The Student Union served as a buffer for earlier social interactions, and its members were somewhat worldly-wise; they seamlessly picked up the conversation, toasting and chatting heatedly with the teachers at the table.

"Xiao Lu, your studio’s performance is quite impressive, the school leaders pay it much attention."

After some pleasantries were exchanged, Mr. Ying looked towards Lu Jincheng, introducing a new topic.

Sponsoring the welcome party was a big move for the on-campus entrepreneurial team, a first in the history of Nanhu University.

As the boss of the studio, it was no surprise that Lu Jincheng came under the school’s scrutiny.

"When you have a moment, prepare some report materials. The school will help push them further up, striving for policy support in the next phase."

"That would trouble Mr. Ying, then."

"Don’t mention it, just add my WeChat and we can coordinate smoothly later."

Lu Jincheng blinked and handed over the QR code of his mobile phone.

Ding.

[Kevin requests to add you as a friend]

That name is too classic!

Ten Kevins, nine are gay, and one is crying.

No wait...

Looking at the name, he suddenly remembered.

Last time he was in the car with Guan Yongyi, gossiping about a client’s husband, the WeChat chat history that was incredibly explosive.

The person’s WeChat nickname also seemed to be Kevin.

It couldn’t be the same Kevin, could it?