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Ao Bing nodded and took out his phone. The two exchanged contact information, and Lin Yuqing complimented Ao Bing on his performance a few more times before reluctantly leaving to prepare for the closing segment of the music festival.
"She's quite nice," Ao Bing remarked, watching Lin Yuqing's departing figure. "Her understanding of music is profound."
Nezha curled his lip. "She seems pretty enthusiastic." There was a hint of bitterness in his tone that he himself didn't notice.
Ao Bing glanced at Nezha in confusion. "What's wrong? You don't seem very happy."
"Nothing," Nezha forced a smile. "Just feeling a bit dizzy all of a sudden; maybe it's too crowded here, and the air isn't great."
Ao Bing immediately asked with concern, "Do you want to step outside for some fresh air?"
Nezha shook his head. "It's fine, just a small issue." He paused, then added, "By the way, you played really well! I've never heard such beautiful piano music before!" He was eager to change the subject, not wanting Ao Bing to notice his discomfort.
Ao Bing smiled slightly. "Thank you. I was a bit nervous, but thankfully I didn't make any mistakes."
"How could you make a mistake? You were perfect!" Nezha exaggerated. "All those students from the Music Department were completely captivated by you!"
Ao Bing shook his head. "You're overpraising me. I just really like this piece and wanted to play it well."
The host announced that the music festival was about to enter its final segment—the entire cast would take the stage to sing the school song. As a guest performer, Ao Bing needed to go on stage as well.
"I'll head up first," Ao Bing said to Nezha. "Shall we go back to the dorm together after it's over?"
Nezha nodded, "Alright."
Ao Bing turned and walked toward the stage, while Nezha stood still, watching his figure disappear into the crowd. A sense of unprecedented loss surged within him, like grasping a handful of sand only to watch it slip through his fingers.
At the closing ceremony of the music festival, the school anthem resonated through the night sky as everyone sang along, creating a warm and lively atmosphere. Nezha stood among the crowd, clapping to the rhythm, but his gaze remained fixed on Ao Bing on stage.
Ao Bing stood there with a faint smile, singing the school song alongside those around him. Under the stage lights, his blue hair shimmered softly, making him appear exceptionally radiant. At that moment, Nezha noticed Lin Yuqing had somehow appeared next to Ao Bing. The two exchanged words occasionally, both wearing smiles.
This scene stung Nezha's eyes. He suddenly felt a sharp headache, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The sour feeling intensified, nearly suffocating him.
"I need to get some fresh air," Nezha murmured to himself as he pushed through the crowd toward the exit.
Stepping out of the auditorium, the night breeze brushed against Nezha's flushed cheeks but did little to alleviate his inner turmoil. He wandered aimlessly along the campus paths, images of Ao Bing and Lin Yuqing laughing together replaying in his mind.
"Why do I feel this way?" Nezha questioned himself as he kicked a small stone by the roadside. "Ao Bing is making new friends; I should be happy for him!"
Yet another voice in his heart told him that it wasn't just about Ao Bing making new friends; it was because Ao Bing might have feelings for that girl, and he—
"Impossible," Nezha shook his head, trying to deny his feelings. "How could I be jealous? Ao Bing is just my roommate..."
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