Being the center of attention for a group of geniuses—how could anyone not be nervous?
Meng Junzhu nodded. "Next."
Xun Meng hurried back to her seat and discreetly patted her chest.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Ye Song. I'm fifteen years old and from Yunzhou. I don't have many hobbies, but I enjoy studying magic tricks. How about I perform one for you?"
The boy spoke cheerfully, gently twisting his hand mid-air, and immediately, a rose appeared in his palm.
The whole class turned to look incredulously.
He flicked his hand, and the rose transformed into a silk scarf, fluttering in the air like a drifting cloud.
He covered the scarf with his other hand, and in the blink of an eye, the scarf passed through his fist, and a sparrow emerged in his palm, chirping softly like an unexpected guest.
Gasps of astonishment filled the room.
The boy released the sparrow, which flew around the classroom, circling above the students' heads.
