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At this time, the people who were sleeping in were up. There were many students who had no classes and were browsing the Internet. When they saw the post, they followed it.
There were also some who were too lazy to listen and were chatting below.
Xiang of the Guitar: What song can wake people up?
Song of the Handsome Guy: Hehe, my dear.
You You Yu: … What?
Song of the Handsome Guy: Go search for it yourself. That's enough. I'm going to look for food. I still have Zhou Gong's class in the afternoon.
Mi Yu the Best: Wait! Are you talking about Zhou Gong, one of the three hypnotists in the school?
Handsome Guy's Handsome Song: That's him.
Xiang of the Guitar: … I'm going to listen to the song.
You You Yu: I'm going too!
Mi Yu the Best: Same!
After that, many people who were watching quietly also entered the portal to listen to the song. They also wanted to know what kind of song could resist the Hypnosis of Duke Zhou, one of the three Hypnotist Gods.
Zhou Gong was actually an old professor in the school. He had not retired yet and used to teach philosophy. Now he was teaching music arrangement. In recent years, the old man did not have that much energy, so he changed to teaching elective courses. There were fewer courses and the quality of teaching was not as strict as the main course.
However, the old professor's style was a little slow. In the words of the students, Professor Zhou talked like a sloth, making people sleepy. The students had suggested many times that Professor Zhou should change the course to online teaching, but they were rejected.
The course was hypnosis, and they had to climb into the classroom. Logically, no one should have taken his course. Unfortunately, the old professor had a lot of credits, so naturally, there were many students who took his course. Therefore, there were many people who were hypnotized. There was once a young lecturer who heard the students talking in private. He did not believe it and went to listen. Later … there was no later. They never saw the lecturer sitting in on Professor Zhou's class again.
Professor Zhou was experienced and had made many contributions to the school. Most people did not dare to criticize him, and those who did didn't want to care. Therefore, Professor Zhou's class continued like this. Year after year, Elder Zhou became addicted to teaching. He was very strict in class. During class, students could choose not to listen to him, but they were not allowed to do anything else, including sleeping. In serious cases, they would fail the class and lose their credits.
On this day, Professor Zhou strolled into the classroom leisurely and glanced around. He couldn't see clearly because there were too many people. His eyesight wasn't good, but he felt that everyone was present.
As usual, Professor Zhou switched on the surveillance camera and carefully looked at every corner of the nearly thousand-person classroom. Very good, he did not see anyone playing with their wristbands. He looked at the other places, and it was the same.
Old Professor Zhou was very satisfied. The only strange thing was that the consciousness of the students in today's class seemed to be one with the universe. Their minds seemed to have left their bodies and were looking up at the starry sky. It was as if a group of confused thinkers were communing with the stars. In short, they were collectively distracted.
In the past, Old Professor Zhou would have ignored such a situation. But today, the more the class went on, the more he felt that something was wrong. This situation was not limited to one or two students, nor was it a minority. It was a large number of students!
The atmosphere was extremely strange!
Professor Zhou spoke more and more slowly until he finally stopped. The atmosphere wasn't right. He couldn't continue!
Old Professor Zhou pressed a button. "Student, please repeat what I just said."
The student who was called was pulled back to his senses by the flashing red light on his desk. The flashing red light indicated that his name had been called. He stood up and was about to say, "I didn't hear you clearly," but for some reason, he said, "Hehe."
Old Professor Zhou: "…"
The other students in the classroom: "…" Fierce warrior!
Old Professor Zhou left class with a dark expression. He walked out of the classroom at a much faster pace, unlike his usual sloth-like gait! The elective students trembled in fear, feeling that a storm was brewing.
Not in the mood to care about the students' reactions, Old Professor Zhou returned to his office and turned on the internet. He had already gotten the reason from his students. After logging in, he went straight to the audition page.
Putting on his headphones, Old Professor Zhou wanted to listen carefully. What kind of song was it that made his class unable to continue!
When he heard the voice at the beginning of the song, Old Professor Zhou's frown deepened. "What kind of songs are young people singing these days …"
He picked up his pen, intending to write a review, but the prelude stopped abruptly.
When the song ended, Old Professor Zhou took a deep breath, tapped the tip of his pen on a blank piece of paper, put down his pen, and flipped to the details of the song on the page. His gaze landed on the composer's information on the secondary page.
"Fang Zhao?"
After looking at the song's information, Old Professor Zhou posted in his group chat. "I discovered a new song today and would like to recommend it to everyone. The arrangement is quite interesting, but I can't tell what genre it's from. This year's graduates from Qi 'an Academy of Music are quite something! "
"Haha, there aren't many songs that can garner such praise from you. It's rare that you're reviewing a newcomer's new song. I really have to give it a listen." Some of his old friends were curious. Some of them didn't know much about arrangements, so they joined in the fun.
Two days later.
It was yet another elective class from Old Professor Zhou.
The students in class today were especially well-behaved. They didn't surf the internet or wear earplugs. Even if they did, they didn't turn on the music. They wanted to see Zhou Gong's reaction today. When the last class had ended, Zhou Gong's expression had been terrible. It had left them on tenterhooks for two days, afraid that Zhou Gong would flunk them all in a fit of anger.
But what surprised them was that Old Professor Zhou seemed to be in a good mood when he entered the classroom today.
Old Professor Zhou scanned the classroom and turned on the projector. "Today, we will analyze a new song and highlight the key points. It will be on the final exam."
Behind him, six blinding words appeared on the ten-meter-tall light screen — Hehe, My Dear You.
In front of the screen was Professor Zhou's unusually amiable old face.
All the students: "…"
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That night, some students nearing graduation gathered to catch up and bid farewell to the last days of their student days.
The KTV was undoubtedly a rather good place to vent one's emotions. The waiter maintained his professional smile as he carried a tray out of a private room. His face maintained an impeccable smile, but he was sighing inwardly.
Breaking up during graduation was all too common. Every year around this time, they would see many batches of particularly emotional graduates at the club.
In the private room to the left, a 1.9 meter tall man was tearfully bemoaning the withered romance of his student days. In the private room to the right, a petite girl used her earth-shattering roar to sing a heartbreaking love song.
Sigh, these kids …
The waiter sighed inwardly and stopped thinking about it. They just had to maintain their smile. When he thought about how business had improved recently and their bonus this month, the smile on his face grew even wider.
In the private room to the left that the waiter had just passed.
Seven students were having dinner. After one round of singing, they couldn't go on. The projector and sound equipment were switched off. The six of them comforted the tall, strong man sitting in the middle. Without the music, the atmosphere was cold.
"Sigh, come to think of it, I haven't asked my little secretary to recommend music to me today." The tall, skinny boy sitting next to them tried to change the topic.
The 'little secretary' he mentioned was a function of a popular music application called 'Understand Your Music'. It had the same functions as listening history recommendations and private radio stations. The only difference was that the 'little secretary' in this application could be customized, provided that he paid for it.
When he opened the application, the tall, skinny boy's voice rippled. "My little secretary is Mi Yu, yo ~"
As he spoke, the image on the bracelet showed Mi Yu's graceful figure. She seemed to be walking slowly from afar. At the same time, a warm voice rang out. "Welcome back, Understand Your Music."
"F * ck, you set your little secretary to look like Mi Yu! That must have cost a lot of money, "the other students said enviously.
Using a celebrity's image also required a copyright fee. The more popular the image, the higher the fee. Mi Yu was popular now, so her value was naturally not low. The corresponding copyright fee was also high. Most people who listened to songs would not be willing to spend so much money to buy a little secretary's image.
The tall, skinny boy looked proud. He wanted to show off again, but when he remembered that there were a few frustrated buddies here, he stopped himself. Instead, he said, "Let's listen to what my little secretary recommended for me today." Recently, he liked listening to songs that lifted his mood. Today's recommended songs should be able to liven up the atmosphere.
"I'll listen to whatever Mi Yu recommends!" This was Mi Yu's diehard fan, even if the song recommendation was from a music application that borrowed Mi Yu's image.
"Let's listen! Liven up the atmosphere again! "
Liveliness could always dispel negative emotions. To comfort the frustrated, lovelorn, and emotional roommates, they gave it their all.
They connected to the room's sound system.
"Hehe, hehehe …"
A burst of self-deprecating and sorrowful laughter rang out.
The room fell silent. Everyone, including those who were still immersed in their heartbreak, looked at the tall, skinny boy and complained silently, "Is this your taste? Is this what you mean by liven up the atmosphere? Is this what you mean by liven up the mood?! "
The tall, skinny boy was confused. He wanted to scold the little secretary, but when he looked at Mi Yu's perfect face, he couldn't bring himself to do so. He only said softly, "I didn't expect you to be such a little secretary."
"Don't mind me, let's change the song." The tall, skinny boy raised his hand to change the song, but the moment the laughter ended and the prelude started, he paused.
Slightly different from the mainstream, the slightly retro chords, the jumping drum beats, and the muddy sound of the instruments were arranged like a sandstorm under the arrangement.
"It's been a long time since I last spoke to you.
It's been a long time.
…
In the same city.
Too many things make one stop.
Time passes so fast.
I'm a little nervous … "
The perfect combination of vocals, harmonies, and various instruments created a mood. It was as if an abandoned traveler was walking alone, sighing about the past. His old friend was gone, and his steps were difficult.
Electronic soundtracks were widely used, and the audience was naturally very familiar with them. But the electronic soundtracks in this song were different. Professionals with sharp ears could tell who the composer was from each section of the song, but this song, they could not. Hear. It!
The first half of the song had a sorrowful and depressing atmosphere, and the high notes made people feel sour, but gradually, there was a change. After a breathtaking and high-pitched bass sound, it sublimated to another realm, and the mood became grand.
The messy emotions that were gushing out like a flood suddenly seemed to be blocked by a sturdy dam. The listener's mood felt as if they were sitting on a flying car, rising from the bottom to the top.
Sometimes, a song was worth more than countless words.
In the room, the person sitting in the middle wiped away the snot and tears on his face. "What's the name of this song? I want to sing it. "
The tall, skinny boy came back to his senses. His face twitched when he heard the words, but he forced a smile. "It's a new song. This shop doesn't have accompaniment yet."
"Then I'll sing it without accompaniment."
"…"
The others opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but they swallowed their words. "Alright, as long as you're happy."
How did it feel to hear a person who was born tone-deaf sing when he was in high spirits?
From the moment the big, tall man uttered the first sentence, everyone else in the room revealed a tragic and indescribable expression at the same time. Then they took out their headphones and put them on.
Forget it, they'd better listen to the original song.
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