They're already in university, and the primary school system is only just starting out?

Chen Lin walked onto the stage, cleared his throat, and tested the microphone.

He moved the microphone closer and further away, checking the volume was appropriate, and said with a smile, "Let's give another round of applause to Senior Brother Song Cheng for his wonderful performance—"

A round of applause erupted from the audience, mixed with whistles and cheers, creating quite a stir.

"Next," Chen Lin shifted to a more comfortable standing position, smiled gently, "I'll perform a few of my favorite songs for everyone."

Scattered murmurs immediately began to emerge—

"Is this going to be another 'Two Tigers' movie?"

"Hopefully something serious can be done..."

"That handsome guy just got the atmosphere going, don't ruin it again!"

Chen Lin pretended not to hear.

He glanced at the brand-new "Little Singer" in the system panel and felt very relaxed: tonight, I'll just sing my heart out first, and sing those songs that I didn't dare to touch or choose before.

He glanced at Yun Qing sideways.

The other person was looking at him with a smile, their eyes sparkling, clearly waiting to see a good show.

Okay, you wait.

"The first song is JJ Lin's 'A Song Not Written for Anyone,' which I'd like to dedicate to everyone."

From the speakers on both sides of the stage, the clean piano prelude spread out like ripples on water.

A few hesitant claps rang out from the audience, but there were mostly low-volume whispers.

In the large booth by the window, Yun Qing raised her eyelids, clearly taken aback: "He actually sang this song?"

The girl with pigtails sitting next to her, He Fei, immediately leaned in and whispered gossip, "What's wrong with this song?"

Before Yun Qing could answer, the bespectacled boy opposite her adjusted his glasses and replied expressionlessly, "Because this song is really difficult. Let alone amateurs, even semi-professional singers can easily mess it up when performing it live."

He Fei grinned mischievously: "He Xi, aren't you known as the Wang Yuyan of the music department? Tell us about it!"

He Xi wasn't bothered by the joke and said calmly, "You'll see in a moment. Just one point: the vocal range jumps from A3 to C5 from the verse to the chorus, a span of over an octave, requiring a seamless switch between true voice and mixed voice. If any transition breaks down, the whole thing will collapse."

Before the words were even finished, Chen Lin on the small stage had already spoken—

"Forgive me for this song that I didn't write for anyone."

"It feels like the night view outside the window."

There was a moment like that.

"Turning back, I couldn't recognize the person and had to fumble through my memories."

"And the places they care about"

"And those who have passed by, please wait a moment."

He doesn't use flashy tremolo techniques or affected, drawn-out vocals; his voice is clean, and his breath steadily carries each word.

A few customers at the bar were chatting, but they slowed down halfway through their conversation.

The girls at the two tables in front, who were holding their phones, unconsciously put them back on the table.

Then, the noise in the bar gradually decreased, as if someone was pressing a remote control, until only the background music and Chen Lin's singing remained.

On the large booth side, Yun Qing, Song Cheng, and He Xi stood up at the same time.

The boys and girls around them also sensed something was wrong and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Dreams are the watering of hard work."

"Love pushes you forward from behind."

"I only realized it when I looked up."

"Have I forgotten someone?"

"So tired I couldn't sleep all night."

"The night is beautiful everywhere."

There must be someone.

She dodged, avoided, evaded, and concealed it.

"Who is she? Who is she?"

Across the table, a boy couldn't help but lean closer to He Xi and whisper, "Aren't these just the chorus? Didn't he sing it pretty well? Were you exaggerating just now?"

He Xi rolled her eyes slowly, too lazy to explain, and simply held up an index finger to him, making a "shh" gesture.

The stage lights sculpted Chen Lin's profile into sharp lines.

He sang with restraint, without exertion, yet he connected the high notes of the chorus with an almost "unfeeling" mixed voice, like stretching an extremely thin thread straight, without shaking or breaking, and even the breath between words was excessively steady.

Qi Wanwan suddenly felt that Song Cheng's hand, which she had been holding, trembled almost imperceptibly.

She instinctively gripped it tighter.

Yun Qing stared intently at the stage, her eyes flashing with a complex mix of emotions: surprise, dissatisfaction, curiosity, and an irresistible admiration.

……

Forgive me for this song.

"A song not written for anyone"

"It feels like the night view outside the window."

There was a moment when I looked back.

"You don't even recognize him?"

"People who need to grope their way back through their memories"

"And the places they care about"

"And those who have passed by"

"Dreams are the water that nourishes our efforts."

"Love pushes you forward from behind"

"I only realized it when I looked up."

Have I forgotten someone?

……

He did not deliberately imitate the original singer's crying tone.

Each sentence brings out emotions: exhaustion, forgetfulness, and an indescribable tenderness.

"Love pushes you forward from behind."

"I only realized it when I looked up."

"Have I forgotten someone?"

"So tired I couldn't sleep all night."

"The night is beautiful everywhere."

There must be someone for her.

"Dodge, avoid, evade, and conceal"

"Who is she? Who is she? Who is she?"

The final note ended cleanly and crisply, falling half a step before the drumbeat.

Chen Lin himself was very satisfied.

He used to sing this song for his buddies in the dorm, and he would always lose control when he got to the high section. Today, he finally got his revenge.

The title of "Little Singer" is a real boost to Chen Lin's singing skills, and it also provides him with a lot of emotional value.

When he came to his senses, the bar was eerily quiet.

Two seconds later, "Whoosh—!"

Cheers rolled in like waves, applause surged one after another, some whistled, and others shouted, "Awesome!"

Many people clapped and took out their phones to scan the QR code. The DJ at the bar pressed the microphone at the right moment, and his magnetic voice came online again: "Thank you all for the 896 yuan tip for this handsome guy!"

Amidst the cheers, several girls screamed: "One more song!" "Don't stop singing JJ Lin's songs!"

In the large booth, He Fei snapped out of her reverie and tugged at He Xi's sleeve: "I thought it was really good, but is it really better than Song Cheng's singing just now? Can you give me your analysis?"

Seeing that Yun Qing and Song Cheng seemed a little embarrassed, He Xi pushed up her glasses and said, "Well, the two songs have different focuses. Song Cheng's 'You' was more about storytelling and emotional expression; Chen Lin's song is most noteworthy for its singing technique, especially pitch and rhythm. Technically speaking, he was very strong just now; at least I didn't hear any problems. What's even more impressive is that he concealed the transition between live and live vocals very well, and his breathing control was flawless. That's real, solid skill."

The boy next to him couldn't help but ask, "If Chen Lin can sing this song, then Song Cheng can definitely sing it too, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Cheng turned around, his voice not loud, but enough to drown out the surrounding noise: "I can't sing."

Everyone except Yun Qing was stunned.

"what?"

Song Cheng gave a wry smile and frankly admitted, "Smoothing out those transition points smoothly during this live performance is very difficult for me. I can tough it out, but if I mess it up, it will look terrible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the people around him became even more complicated.

Song Cheng turned to Yun Qing and asked, "Is he really not a professional?"

Yun Qing withdrew her gaze from the stage and recalled the information she had gathered about Chen Lin: "It shouldn't be. Last year in the campus singing competition, he only passed the auditions and the first round before being eliminated."

"He's this strong in less than a year?" Qi Wanwan muttered in disbelief.

Although she studied folk dance, Lin Junjie's fans felt that the version he just played didn't have the same mature emotional depth as the original, but it was clean, steady, and easy to listen to, which was indeed very good.

Yun Qing was also a little confused: based on her understanding of the school's music scene, if there really was such a technically gifted person, it was impossible for there to be no word about it.

Before the heated discussion in the bar had even ended, Song Cheng had already gotten up and walked towards the stage.

All eyes in the audience immediately turned towards the stage.