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The audience present was startled by the sudden and magical operation of the Conservatory of Music, but most of them were still curious.

Ji Xuan had already put the background video they had prepared in advance on the big screen on the device.

An Chen stood on the podium, held the baton in his right hand, and gently put it down. Ji Xuan clicked the play button of the video.

In the video, a ship is sailing in the vast and boundless ocean. The surrounding waves are rolling, and there are thunder and lightning on the sea. The ship is like a piece of duckweed, teetering on the edge.

As the video played, An Chen raised his baton, and the sounds of various musical instruments gradually sounded and then merged together.

The choir standing next to the people also began to sing along with the rhythm of the music, and for a while the entire lecture hall rang with magnificent music.

As the music plays, the picture on the video is constantly changing, and everyone is immersed in this visual and auditory feast.

Wei Ze did not sit in his exclusive seat in the first row, but stayed beside the stage with Ji Xuan and the others.

"My baby Chen is so beautiful." Hua Zhi's eyes kept staring at An Chen, but they had long lost their usual light.

"Hello, I'm Fang Yan, this is our first time meeting you."

Fang Yan was using his mobile phone to broadcast An Chen's live performance to Ji Feng, Lin Han and Qu Yan, and took the initiative to say hello after seeing Hua Zhi.

"Hello, I'm Hua Zhi." Hua Zhi reluctantly moved his gaze to Fang Yan briefly, and also said hello to the three people in the video.

An Chen's performance was already halfway through, and the boat in the video finally escaped the vortex of the storm and lightning. The surroundings were still dark, but the lighthouse far away shone faintly in the darkness.

As the baton in An Chen's hand rose and fell, two strong sounds sounded, then all the lights on the stage went out and the screen turned black.

The audience below was already immersed in it, the music stopped suddenly, and they all looked at the stage with puzzled faces.

Suddenly, the lights on the stage turned on again, and the video slowly pumped out light. The music was not as passionate as before, but it was full of the joy of surviving the disaster.

The ship in the video completely sailed away from the darkness, and there was light in front of it. The captain stood on the bow of the ship waving the sail, which coincided with An Chen who was holding a baton at this time.

The music changed again, and as the music began to harmonize, the choir shouted in unison, "Captain!"

An Chen waved the baton faster, and in the last twenty seconds or so of fast pace, the entire performance came to an end.

As soon as the performance ended, some music school students came from the side of the stage, picked up their instruments and got off the stage, and the performers also left quickly.

As soon as the music broke away from the stage, applause resounded throughout the lecture hall, but before the applause stopped, the people on the stage disappeared, and the choir standing in the aisle disappeared.

The audience at the Conservatory of Music who were in their seats also gradually left the stage along with the performers. Some people saw someone leaving the stage and thought that the school anniversary performance was over, so they all stood up.

The host was confused as soon as he came on stage, but he continued to announce the last performance belonging to the Drama Academy.

The performance at the Conservatory of Music was really shocking, and more performances from the Drama Academy later became a bit overwhelming.

Some guests from the Conservatory of Music also heard about the ticket fraud, and now they are leaving the lecture hall one after another, planning to catch up with the large group of conservatories.

Some of the media present had nothing to take pictures of here. The Conservatory of Music was more interesting, and there were An Chen, Fang Yan, and all the guests there, so the media were all gone.

My life is not just survival, but also a vibrant life, with some enthusiasm, humor and hope.