Insufficient balance

  The school auditorium was already packed with people, the freshmen's party had begun, and several girls from some unknown college were dancing on stage, full of energy. Downstairs, a group of men were shouting various things, creating a lively scene that made Ye Yizhe frown slightly.

  A person walked from a small path to *, saw someone standing at the door, and as soon as he approached, he came straight over, directly pinching his ear and pulling him inside while saying: "You're now famous, let me wait here until now."

  Ye Yizhe looked at Yu Zitong with a sorrowful expression, he hadn't expected her to be waiting for him here all along. If his original intention was not to come, then he would have been scolded to death by her.

  He didn't know that Yu Zitong was laughing in her heart all along. This evening party, Yu Zitong was originally one of the planners, as the person in charge of the philosophy department's evening party, she had just taken what Peng Ben and others said about Ye Yizhe coming as a joke. For such an evening party, rehearsals were indispensable, and Ye Yizhe, who didn't appear during rehearsals, was impossible to appear on stage. Moreover, at this moment, the evening party was slowly approaching its end, and suddenly Ye Yizhe appeared, which also surprised her.

  However, she didn't show this emotion on her face and welcomed Ye Yizhe in. She also had a bit of a mischievous thought, wanting to see what kind of surprise Ye Yizhe would bring her. Although she hadn't met Ye Yizhe many times, she could tell that he wasn't someone who made promises casually. Since he came, he wouldn't ruin her event.

  Being treated like this by her, Ye Yizhe really felt a bit of guilt from the bottom of his heart.

  "Say, what are you going to perform in a bit?" Yu Zitong brought Ye Yizhe in amidst the crowd's astonished gazes, then casually found him a stool to sit on and asked.

  Ye Yizhe leaned in close to her ear and whispered a few words.

  Yu Zhi Tong looked at him with an incredulous expression: "Can you?"

  Yan Yizhe nodded, and Yu Zitong immediately called the host to his side: "One more program at the end of the finale, just say it's a new student from the Philosophy College."

  The hostess looked at Ye Yizhe beside Yu Zitong and asked in confusion: "Him?"

  Yu Zhi Tong murmured a response, and although the female host was still perplexed by this sudden appearance of someone she didn't know, she felt a sense of familiarity that wouldn't lead her to think he was Ye Yizhe, whom they had been discussing for days.

  Everyone who came to the rest area looked at Ye Yizhe, a stranger, with suspicion. Although there were clear rules that prohibited any outsiders from visiting, they didn't pay much attention to it. The hall was bustling with people coming and going, so who would notice his presence? Moreover, since Yu Zitong, the organizer, didn't object to him sitting there, naturally no one would dare to provoke him.

  Ye Yizhe finally received the call, and Li Hu said he had arrived. He told him to come directly, which meant walking over to Yu Zitan, who was still standing at the door. Yu Zitan was leaning against the door frame, looking outside, seemingly lost in thought. They hadn't exchanged much beyond a couple of sentences when she first came in.

  "What's wrong?" Yu Zitan asked curiously as Ye Yizhe walked over.

  The scent of Yu ZiTong's body fragrance made Ye Yizhe feel refreshed, and leaning against her made her curves stand out even more. Passersby, regardless of gender, couldn't help but take a glance, with men looking at her with a hint of lust and women with envy. Although they were annoyed that the people around them were staring at Yu ZiTong's beauty, deep down they all wished they could attract attention like she did.

  "A friend brought me some stuff." Ye Yizhe replied truthfully, then also leaned to one side, and openly scanned Yu Zitan's body with the same movement.

  Can't help but say that among the many beauties he knows, only Yu Ziyu and Feng Simiang's figures are the best, and Yu Ziyu's charm is even more so. For men, it's a top-notch beauty, but Ye Yizhe can only imagine for now. He, who has already lost his virginity, can't help but recall Feng Simiang's movements in bed when he sees Yu Ziyu's figure, and the thought of that day's ecstasy makes him feel a rush of blood to the head. A thought arises in his heart: when he returns, he must get Feng Simiang to move in with him.

  In just a few minutes, Li Hu came running over. Before Ye Yizhe arrived at Fudan University, in order to make it easier to find his whereabouts, Li Hu had already searched around the campus and familiarized himself with the usual places he went to. Originally, he had something to do that night, but as soon as he heard about the task assigned by Ye Yizhe, he dropped everything and rushed over to Fudan University.

  Arriving at the entrance, he saw a beauty standing next to Yezi's brother. After handing over the things to Ye Yizhe, he stood up straight and saluted Yu Zitan with respect: "Sister-in-law..."

  "She's not your sister-in-law." Ye Yizhe immediately stopped him, habitually hammering down a warning, who knew what he would say next, ruining his image wouldn't be good.

  "It's not now, it will be later." Li Hu rubbed his beaten head and muttered softly.

  Yu Zitong also heard this voice, and burst out laughing. Looking at the big box Li Hu gave to Ye Yizhe, she changed the subject and asked, "Really can?"

  "Don't worry, I'm Yezi Ge, and I'm proficient in all languages from ancient to modern times." Li Hu said with a hint of dissatisfaction as Yu Zitong doubted his abilities.

  Seeing Li Hu's worshipful appearance, Ye Yizhe glanced at Yu Zitan and spread his hands to indicate that he was also helpless.

  Just then, the host suddenly said: "Next is our final program, we have invited a newcomer from the Philosophy College to bring us a wonderful performance, welcome."

  Applause, applause, applause... When Ye Yizhe gave Yu Zitong a reassuring expression and was about to walk onto the stage, Yu Zitong quickly ran up to him and whispered in his ear: "Actually, I and Yulian were born on the same day."

  Ye Yizhe paused for a moment, then walked onto the stage.

  Yu Zitong and Li Hu retreated from their seats and sat in the front row, eagerly awaiting Ye Yizhe's performance.

  The lights on the stage went out completely, and a male voice slowly sounded.

  Because the box brought by Li Hu was in a long strip shape, Ye Yizhe could only stand upright in front of himself and then walk to the microphone in the center of the stage, softly reciting with his mouth.

  No accompaniment, just humming and reciting.

  Apart from Li Hu, no one else could understand the specific meaning of the Sanskrit sounds that came out of Ye Yizhe's mouth. It wasn't until he had spoken a few sentences that someone reacted and then it spread like wildfire: ten people told another ten, and a hundred people told another hundred, before all the seated students finally knew what Ye Yizhe was lightly reciting.

  Although they couldn't understand, it made everyone feel a sudden relaxation of the soul, as if their hearts had been purified. Yu Zitong knew the reason at once and looked at Li Hu, finding that he had his hands clasped together, bowing his head in silence, with his eyes closed devoutly. Influenced by this atmosphere, Yu Zitong also made the same gesture.

  They didn't notice, not just them, but as Ye Yizhe's recitation went on, more and more people in the auditorium closed their eyes to listen intently. Although it wasn't music, nor was it as pleasant-sounding as those popular songs that could get them excited, yet these words spoken from Ye Yizhe's gentle voice gave them an unexpected sense of serenity, as if they had suddenly stepped into a Buddhist temple from the worldly noise. The stage also cooperated by flashing bursts of golden light, which further highlighted the atmosphere of compassion in the entire auditorium.

  In such tranquility, another wave of sorrow was hidden. Nobody noticed that Li Hu slowly took a breath, and tears had already fallen from the corners of his eyes, his mouth slightly trembling as he murmured: If I were to come into this world for the benefit of all living beings, may I be born with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes at once.

  The Sanskrit name of the Thousand-armed and Thousand-eyed Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva's Great Compassionate Heart Dharani Sutra is Mahakarunika. It is also known as the Great Compassion Mantra.