The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly
Chapter 314 - 150: Villain VS Savior (Part 1)

Chapter 314: Chapter 150: Villain VS Savior (Part 1)

"Huh? This act is kinda interesting!"

Upon hearing the familiar music, the school leaders and teachers, who had just felt a twitch in their temples, couldn’t help but sit up straight.

Most of the principal and senior teachers at County First Middle School are from the post-’70s and post-’80s generations.

And the deepest memories in the minds of these two generations are the TV dramas they watched in their youth.

Once the prelude of "Ahh~~~" from the 1995 version of The Return of the Condor Heroes’ ending song played, they couldn’t help but hum along,

"This time I’ve really decided to leave,

Far away from the sadness that I didn’t understand for so long..."

These were things already etched deep in their memories; they couldn’t recite the lyrics directly on any given day, but upon hearing the music, they could sing it entirely.

"Not bad! This act is good!"

"Ah, right, I just remembered, today is Hero Jin’s death anniversary, isn’t it?"

"Wow, you serious? Let me check... Damn, it really is!"

"These students are thoughtful. I thought these post-’00s kids wouldn’t like these classics anymore!"

"A classic is a classic; even after three or four decades, people will still love it!"

This time, not just the school leaders, but even those TV reporters who have seen all sorts of entertainment antics nodded in agreement.

Well, the reporters and camera operators aren’t from the post-’80s, but they are post-’90s who have also watched The Return of the Condor Heroes, aren’t they?

Meitong’s Little Dragon Girl, Bai Gu’s Yang Guo, are truly eternal!

"The flips are pretty good too, oh my, and there’s the Dog Beating Stick Technique."

"Haha, this is a creative idea. Although it’s just swinging around aimlessly, they’ve got the essence!"

The school leaders and teachers, as well as the parents gathered around the playground, issued interested laughter.

Different from the resignation and reflection upon seeing bizarre costumes, seeing Class 7’s "Tribute to Hero Jin" triggered an inexplicable sense of nostalgia and reminiscence in them.

It was unclear whether they were nostalgic for the cinematic classics of the past or for their own bygone childhood and youth.

But, for whatever reason, they felt a sense of connection.

Applause was incessant, and the county television station’s photographers gave plenty of camera time.

One would have thought that the act was over since Class 8 from the second grade had already entered the field and was ready to pass the reviewing stand.

But in that moment, the music suddenly changed, causing a tingling in the scalp and a stirring of emotions as the theme song from The Legend of the Archer began to play.

The distinctive drum beat of "Iron Blood True Heart" began, and for many Chinese who remembered this classic, an iconic image would subconsciously surface in their minds—

A black curtain, a red full moon, the silhouette of a man in the moon pulling back a bow and arrow towards the sky.

"Holy crap! Look!"

"...This, these students are defying the heavens!"

Photographers widened their eyes, and the hands of teachers and parents holding phones trembled.

At the moment the prelude to "Iron Blood True Heart" sounded, the formation of Class 7 changed; people were still swinging swords and sticks at random around the edges.

But in the middle, five or six strong boys gathered to form a circle.

Then, a girl in a yellow dress stepped onto the boys’ palms and with a light leap, she rose.

Before the audience could exclaim "ahh," they saw the girl standing in mid-air.

One leg stretched out with toes pointed, the other leg bent, holding a bow and arrow in her hands, drawing it back, aiming straight into the sky.

Her whole body was suspended mid-air, and her full draw of the bow didn’t seem like empty showmanship; her posture and aura were as if she could truly shoot down the sun with a single arrow.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

"Holy crap, holy crap!"

"..."

The playground instantly erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Forget the school leaders, teachers, and parents; even the students couldn’t help but whistle and howl.

The atmosphere on-site exploded in an instant!

Hidden in Class 7’s stand, Zhou Zixuan had thought she’d witness Zhou Zixuen and He Tiantian being upstaged and embarrassed by other classes, but she never expected to see such an extraordinary performance!

"How is that possible? How did He Tiantian do it?"

"Does she actually know martial arts? What a joke, it’s 0202, where does Qinggong come from?"

"Wait, that’s not right, I didn’t see He Tiantian practicing archery during the rehearsal?"

"...They, they deliberately kept it from me!"

Zhou Zixuan’s face instantly turned unsightly; she couldn’t believe that as the class’s little fairy and great literary talent, she had always been the one her classmates adored and envied.

From the first year of high school until now, for more than a year, it had always been her, Zhou Zixuan, who was the one to ostracize others.