Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 248 The Photoshoot

While walking along the road, they attracted a lot of attention wherever they went.

Nearby, atop the stone bridge, Nolan and two student council members were using bamboo sticks to aid in recovering hats that had dropped into the lake.

"Nolan, take a look over here."

Nolan glanced sideways and spotted Violeta strolling amidst the crowd with a photographer.

She adorned a light blue traditional outfit, her hair casually fastened with a ribbon. Her complexion gleamed under the sun, and a faint smile played in her eyes as she conversed with Kaylee. The photographer ahead was energetically directing their movements as well.

In the midst of the crowd, they were the sole wearers of traditional outfits, thus standing out and garnering considerable attention.

"Where did they find those outfits? They look quite impressive. At first glance, I thought she was an actress."

"I recall there's a traditional costume shop nearby. Perhaps they borrowed them from there?"

"It might not be. I recall that traditional costume shop doesn't actually rent out clothing ...

Nolan stayed quiet, tuning in to their conversation nearby. He shifted his gaze away and resumed fishing hats from the lake. Eventually, he snagged one and passed it to the individual beside him, murmuring, "Don't throw things around next time."

"Thanks, Nolan!"

"No need for thanks," Nolan replied.

He stepped away from the bridge with the bamboo stick in hand.

The two student council members caught up from behind, "Nolan, where are you headed?"

slightly. "To

reached the zither

with many already participating in the challenge, and

harmonious

owner, guided Violeta

few minutes, they indeed felt a refreshing

was a small waterfall, or rather, a

ideal spot for them, where Violeta posed for

something in her hands, like a flute or a zither, in a very traditional

Wait here, I'll go fetch

set down his backpack and

after, he returned, holding a zither in one

the zither, and you'll handle the

accepted it and promptly found a seat,

The zither appeared notably

its high-grade paulownia wood body and the intricate auspicious cloud totem carved along its side. As she delicately plucked the strings, the sound resonated with clarity and

pieces such as Melody of the Battle" and "Misty

the photographer had borrowed the

handle it cautiously to avoid any mishaps

himself by rearranging rocks, setting up equipment, finding the optimal angle, and ultimately selecting a superb shooting

a few times. It's alright if you're not a musician. Just focus on capturing the essence, keeping your movements natural." Kaylee couldn't play the lute. She was a spirited and adventurous woman-where would she

lute uncertainly, unsure

pluck a few notes, producing a crisp and melodious

random notes, which stirred

trace of melancholy crept into her

The photographer clicked away.