The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The eloquent host was at a loss as to what was going on. He watched as Sheng Yize went up to Wu Hanxiao with the microphone and said bluntly, “Move.”

Wu Hanxiao’s face turned purple red. “Who… the hell are you?”

“Me? Just some guy.”

The audience was speechless. No, you’re not!

Someone then recognized him and shouted at the top of their lungs, “Sheng Yize! That’s Sheng Yize! He’s that ‘husband of the year’ everyone’s been talking about! Aww! Hubby! I love you!”

The others followed suit and cheered along.

“What makes you think you can sing just because you want to?” Wu Hanxiao was disgruntled.

“Because I’m Sheng Yize!”

After those words, Sheng Yize said a few words to the band, took out his phone from his pocket, and said apologetically, “Sorry, I’m a little rusty on the lyrics. Let me have a look first.”

One look was all he needed. He quickly scrolled down the page and put his phone back.

Wu Hanxiao stormed off the stage. He wanted to see how well this Sheng Yize could sing now!

He was astonished as soon as Sheng Yize opened his mouth!

“Do you see the falling stars and the frost covering the world

Do you see my hair turning white overnight

Do you see the dry bones in the desert and rushing waterfalls

…”

He didn’t use any fancy skills, nor did he warble or deliberately sing in a traditional style.

All he had was his deep, attractive, and recognizable voice.

It was different from what Wu Hanxiao had.

Sheng Yize was what a real singer should be.

He had a unique voice that had been trained and selected by the industry.

Once he finished, Sheng Yize bowed to the audience, then handed the mike back to the host.

He turned to Wu Hanxiao and said, “I would advise you not to invite humiliation to yourself.”

Wu Hanxiao clenched his fists and looked at the audience.

The crowd had turned unbelievably enthusiastic and was calling out, “One more, please!” “I love you!” “Hubby, look at me!”

An Xiaxia stood in the crowd and was having fun shouting along. “Gimme a kiss, hubby! You’re the best!”

Sheng Yize walked off the stage and under An Xiaxia’s surprised gaze, he kissed her gently on the forehead.

There were so many people around!

An Xiaxia pushed him away in a hurry. “What are you doing?!”

“Didn’t you say ‘gimme a kiss’?” Despite the indecipherable look in his eyes, Sheng Yize was smiling broadly.

Looking up at Wu Hanxiao on stage, whose face had turned ash white, Sheng Yize was in a great mood.

Beside them, Su Xiaomo pressed her hands to her chest. “My eyes… why haven’t I gone blind?!” That was too much!

Leaving Comicon with his wife, a satisfied Tsundere Sheng asked, “What did you think of my singing?”

“You were great!” An Xiaxia extolled wholeheartedly. “Why didn’t you let him sing first? You could sing afterwards and the comparison would only demonstrate how much better you are.”

Sheng Yize smirked. “Do you realize that he was too embarrassed to sing after I did?”

… You scheming man. However, she had to admit that it really worked well.

There was a saying that “those in red and those in blue are naturally a couple.” Ink Painting on Porcelain wore blue that day and Wu Hanxiao had chosen a red outfit, as well as made moaning sounds during the voice acting. All he had tried to do was give the false impression that he and Porcelain were a same-sex couple. But after what Porcelain and Sheng Yize had done, all Wu Hanxiao’s efforts were futile. He might even be criticized for it.

“Xiaxia, I also have a multiple choice question for you.”

“Pfft… You’re not copying my brother, are you?”

“No.”

“What is it, then?”