Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Han Xiaomeng thought for a moment: "Respect the original meaning and maintain the artistic conception."

Tang Min added, "The melody must be harmonious and easy to pronounce."

Zhang Dabiao nodded: "That's all correct. But you missed one point."

"What?"

"emotion."

He paused.

"Ancient poems have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years. Why have they been able to survive? It's not because the characters are well-written, but because of the emotions they evoke—joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate, and passion—just like those of us today."

He pointed to his chest.

"As long as you can capture that emotion, the key and the instruments you use are secondary."

What Zhang Dabiao really wanted to say was that music is simple: either sing until the whole audience is hyped up and their hair stands on end, or sing until the whole audience is moved to tears.

Emotions, and stimulating emotions, are the most important things.

It's all about emotions, forget all about techniques!

Why bother with tricks when we're using a dimensional reduction attack?

Anyway, he doesn't understand the techniques.

Han Xiaomeng was stunned.

She had been learning the accordion for five years and had never thought about this question.

Tang Min also seemed to be deep in thought.

Seeing their reaction, Zhang Dabiao laughed again.

"Alright, don't overthink it. You guys just focus on playing the music, leave the composing to me."

Although Mu Wanqing was somewhat worried, she still believed Zhang Dabiao's words.

So the four of them got together and started to discuss which poem to use.

Ultimately, Zhang Dabiao decided on a song called "Do You Know?" with lyrics by Li Qingzhao, music by whom he forgot, and sung by Hu Xia and Yu Kewei. It was the theme song for the TV series "Do You Know?".

Because it allows me to openly sing a duet with Mu Wanqing and show off our love!

After all, she's my girlfriend—no, now she's my fiancée—so this is a truly unforgettable gift for her.

Just imagine, singing this in front of your classmates, in front of the whole school, how incredibly awesome would that be?

As for whether it can be submitted as part of a program, the final result doesn't matter. The important thing is that this kind of opportunity is rare and once it's gone, it's gone forever!

If something goes wrong, the department head will take the blame; that's what he chose.

Then Zhang Dabiao also chose a song called "Chilige", Tan Weiwei's version. It can be sung a cappella without accompaniment, and it will definitely amaze the audience!

The crowd was puzzled as to why he chose two songs, as there wasn't enough time.

Zhang Dabiao was saying it was better to be prepared, just in case Zhao Weiguo and his group renege on their promise, right?

Han Xiaomeng and Tang Min really wanted to smash the instrument and leave. "You're an art student, or even a vocational school student? You can't read music, you can't play an instrument..."

Now you're spouting nonsense here, saying you've shut down your creative work, yet you still prepare two poems every three days?

Are you trying to fly to the heavens?!

Moreover, Han Xiaomeng directly gave her a cold shoulder, saying, "Do you know, do you know?" There are only a few lines in the lyrics, how can you write a song about it?

Isn't this just ridiculous?

Seeing that they didn't believe him, Zhang Dabiao showed off two skills.

"Do You Know?" - Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was strong. I slept soundly but the wine still lingered. I asked the person rolling up the curtain, who said that the crabapple blossoms were still there. Do you know, do you know, it should be that the green leaves are lush and the red flowers are faded.

That shout completely stunned everyone.

They looked at the poems they had just copied down, and then at Zhang Dabiao.

"This, you, you, you... This is, this is what you just thought of?"

Zhang Dabiao nodded pretentiously: "Otherwise what? You all saw it, right? I just gave an impromptu performance."

Tang Min shook her head: "No, I don't believe it. You must have been prepared in advance..."

Then, as if he had seen a savior, he took the copied text of "Chilichuan" and waved it around.

"If you're so capable, then sing this right now!"

"Sing it out and I'll believe you!"

The Chule Plain lies at the foot of the Yin Mountains, where the sky, like a vast dome, blankets the boundless plains. The sky is a deep blue, the plains are boundless, and the wind blows the grass low, revealing cattle and sheep.

How can I write a song with only so many words?

Zhang Dabiao deliberately pondered for a moment; if he was going to make a show of it, he had to go all the way.

There he went on and on, making "ah ah ah ah" sounds from one to four, for ages, then suddenly snapped his fingers—

"I'm pregnant!"

Then, mimicking bel canto singing, he evoked chest resonance and directly sang Tan Weiwei's version.

There was no accompaniment, but the classroom was so spacious that there was an echo!

Fortunately, the whole building was noisy right now, and the students in other groups were very excited. Some were reciting, some were discussing, and some were trying out their instruments, so although their singing was very loud, it didn't attract much attention.

But the power of Zhang Dabiao's music...

Han Xiaomeng and Tang Min were both stunned!

The two pieces of paper in his hand floated to the ground, almost smashing the musical instrument.

Mu Wanqing's eyes sparkled—[My man is the best!]

Han Xiaomeng and Tang Min exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

Although they had never heard this singing style before, after studying music professionally for so many years, they knew what was good and what was bad, just like with painting. They could tell just by looking at and listening to it.

You can't fool yourself, can you?

Finally, they both asked in unison, "If you're so talented, why did you choose to study art?"

At this moment, Mu Wanqing spoke up to defend Zhang Dabiao, saying, "He just loves to draw, and his paintings are even better than photographs!"

"Moreover, he has already helped the country earn a lot of foreign exchange through his design and product design."

"Art design is his main profession; music is just a hobby for him, so he can't read music and doesn't play any instruments."

Han Xiaomeng suddenly remembered something, pointed at Zhang Dabiao and shouted, "I remember now, I've heard of him—he's that Zhang Dabiao!"

"Zhang Dabiao, who earned hundreds of thousands of foreign exchange and donated 100,000 overseas remittance certificates—"

Hearing this, Zhang Dabiao felt a little proud; his reputation was... well, you know.

"That's Zhang the philanthropist from Nanluoguxiang!"

His face instantly darkened—[Could we please stop talking about Zhang the Philanthropist?]

Is this insurmountable?

After her identity was exposed, Han Xiaomeng looked at Mu Wanqing resentfully: "Mu Wanqing, now I understand why the students in your class are targeting you."

"what?"

"Your fiancé is rich, a vocational school graduate, and has a job lined up in the ministry, so he won't have to worry about work in the future. He also knows art."

"Do you still understand music composition?"

"I'm so envious and jealous of you! How come you managed to find such a great fiancé?"

"Did you save the world in your past life?"

Tang Min looked at Zhang Dabiao. After learning his identity, he had originally had some thoughts about Mu Wanqing. There was no other reason than that she was too beautiful, and she was also a freshman. Moreover, she was assigned to the same group as him, which gave him an opportunity.

But after seeing it now, I shook my head helplessly.

My years of musical instrument lessons are nothing compared to a genius like this!

He gave Zhang Dabiao a thumbs up: "Brother, I'm convinced, completely convinced!"

"Those people think they can compete with you in music composition? They're overestimating themselves. You're the genius, a genius who doesn't know how to play instruments or read music!"

"We were able to start learning earlier because of our family circumstances; at best, we're just talented people. How can you compare us?"

"Just tell us what to do! We'll do whatever you say!"

Zhang Dabiao chuckled to himself, blushing slightly at the praise.

"You flatter me! We still need to work on the lyrics and compose the music. Let's work together and give it our best!"

So the group got together again to work on how to complete the lyrics, a task that placed great emphasis on literary skills.

Skill level?

Our Da Biao doesn't have that. He has artistic talent, but he really doesn't have literary talent.

But he's a plagiarist!

So, he managed to come up with all the lyrics to "Do You Know?" before lunchtime, while deliberately pretending to stumble and stumble!