The Young Urban Doctor

Chen Liguo’s speech might not have been spectacular, nor did it stir people’s hearts, but the name Ouyang Huihui alone was already a stimulant.

During this period, there were many posts about her on the school forum, and her pictures frequently appeared there.

The unusual threats she made last time when she was with Luo Ziling had become a catchphrase for many people.

“Giving birth to a son that turns out to be from the Wang Family next door,” this phrase, when used to mock others, truly had an extraordinary effect.

Ouyang Huihui was beautiful and had a fiery personality. Coupled with the numerous romance rumors with Luo Ziling, her popularity soared, eclipsing other well-known beauties of the campus.

Of course, her act being the third on stage, right after a group dance and a poetry recitation by teachers, wasn’t because her popularity was off the charts, but due to other reasons. As for what those reasons were, most people were clueless, only a select few knew the score.

As the stage lights dimmed and soothing music began to play, a woman dancing with long sleeves emerged from the darkness of the stage.

The lights suddenly brightened, revealing Ouyang Huihui dressed in a traditional ethnic costume, her graceful figure and practiced dance moves instantly drawing a full house of applause.

The tall and long-legged Ouyang Huihui, who had trained in dance for many years in her youth, presented impressive moves. Her beautiful splits at the beginning of the dance stunned the audience; the thunderous applause and cheering nearly lifted off the auditorium’s roof.

Luo Ziling was also taken aback; he hadn’t expected the always crazy and impetuous Ouyang Huihui to dance so beautifully. Her ease with the splits made him realize he had underestimated her.

Luo Ziling certainly had underestimated Ouyang Huihui. Girls like her, who were born into prestigious families, had been well educated from a young age, and their education was quite rigorous. For them, it wasn’t essential to excel in academic textbooks, because academic performance wasn’t crucial. What mattered was their proficiency in other skills, as these were the true reflections of quality.

In fact, this was also true for most students—their exam scores were just an assessment of their academics, not an indicator of their abilities or overall quality. One cannot learn real expertise from textbooks. Yet, the majority of students and their parents failed to recognize this, thinking that excellent academic results would mean excellence in all other areas. However, the visionaries among Ouyang Huihui’s seniors never forced the younger generation to achieve stellar grades but instead insisted on high overall quality.

Often, this was indeed the case: high-quality individuals who improved their personal skills didn’t perform poorly academically; in fact, they could be outstanding. By the time they reached university, their overall performance far surpassed those students who focused solely on studying and had good exam scores.

Many students who performed well on exams were not exceptional in any other areas besides academics.

Ouyang Huihui had a talent for dancing and music, making her dance and singing quite impressive.

At that birthday party, Luo Ziling had appreciated her singing voice, but since he seldom sang, he hadn’t listened carefully enough, only feeling that her singing was a bit more pleasant than the others.

Although Luo Ziling had danced with Ouyang Huihui that day, his ignorance in dancing meant he couldn’t tell that her dance skills were exceptional.

Luo Ziling also didn’t know that Ouyang Feifei was even more talented in these areas than Ouyang Huihui, she simply chose not to showcase her skills often.

After completing many stunning and challenging dance moves, Ouyang Huihui finished her performance with a continuous spin of at least a thousand degrees, ending with an exceedingly beautiful pose to salute the audience.

The applause and cheers erupted the moment her movement paused, vibrating eardrums—the noise exceeding 150 decibels, making Luo Ziling’s ears ring.

After Ouyang Huihui’s dance ended, the counselor came over to ask Luo Ziling to go backstage to prepare.

Encouraged by a few classmates around him, Luo Ziling followed He Yongping.

As he arrived at the backstage entrance, he just saw Ouyang Huihui walking over and quickly went up to congratulate her.

“Luo Ziling, how was my dance today?” Ouyang Huihui asked with a joyful smile, although her stage makeup was a bit heavy today, making it hard to read her exact expression.

Luo Ziling replied with a smile, “It was really good, didn’t you hear? The applause was so loud it almost lifted the roof off!”

“I’m only asking about your opinion.” Ouyang Huihui, indifferent to the many people around them in the backstage, stepped closer to Luo Ziling and looked up at him, “What do you think of my dance?”

“Of course it was great,” Luo Ziling nodded vigorously, “so great that it was surprising.”

“Then why didn’t you come on stage to give me a gift?” Although Luo Ziling’s praise made Ouyang Huihui quite proud, she still complained.

Many people heard her complaint and curiously looked at their host, Luo Yuqing, their eyes suddenly excited, as if they had heard some tantalizing gossip.

“With so many classmates giving you gifts on stage, are you still not satisfied?” Luo Ziling was a bit overwhelmed, how could this woman be so unreasonable in front of so many people?

“Hmph, stingy,” Ouyang Huihui pouted dissatisfiedly and, noticing the unusual glances from others, felt too embarrassed to keep pestering Luo Ziling: “I’ll go and remove my makeup now, I’ll watch your martial arts performance later.”

With that, she didn’t wait for Luo Ziling to reply and turned, picking up her skirt as she left.

Luo Ziling looked around backstage; he didn’t recognize anyone. Yang Qingyin, who had said that she would be here tonight, was nowhere to be seen.

At that moment, Dai Shulan, wearing a red dress, approached Luo Ziling and greeted him with a smile, “Ziling, your performance is coming up soon, get ready.”

A wave of fragrance washed over him, causing Luo Ziling to subconsciously hold his breath. He had only seen the photos of the several famous school belles and hadn’t seen them in person, Yang Qingyin being the exception.

This was Luo Ziling’s first time seeing Dai Shulan, who was popular, second only to Yang Qingyin. Shulan’s figure was really something, even more buxom than Ouyang Huihui. Her voluptuous body didn’t make her look disproportionate but was quite natural. Because of the makeup, he couldn’t see her true face clearly, but Luo Ziling could feel that she would also be pretty without makeup.

Despite the high expectations set by their reputations, Luo Ziling believed that these legendary school belles were indeed beautiful.

However, having seen many beautiful women, he had already developed a sort of immunity to beauty, so he just replied courteously, saying that he would try his best to perform well when it was his turn.

“It seems that the rumors are true, your relationship with Ouyang Huihui is indeed special,” Dai Shulan said with a playful smile and then walked away from Luo Ziling.

This left Luo Ziling feeling rather dejected!