Reborn to prepare for the college entrance exam, you're letting me retire and make a comeback?

"Ready."

In the broadcasting room, Lu Qian took the microphone from Zhang Qian.

Get ready, clear your throat.

He spoke softly:

"I want to dedicate this song to everyone."

The next moment, his voice echoed across the campus for miles.

In the cafeteria, on the playground, and in the classrooms, countless heads looked up.

Her eyebrows were slightly raised.

Their beautiful eyes were filled with amazement.

……

……

"Oh dear, please don't do this!"

On the playground, Lin Shuyue, who had just finished using the restroom with her best friends and was about to return to the classroom, was "held hostage" by her two best friends, one on each side.

The setting sun elongated the slender and beautiful figure of a young woman, creating a scene resembling a naturally beautiful close-up shot.

The relief of having just finished the exam and the unique energy of young girls made them laugh and joke all the way.

Among them, Zhou Xiaoya, with her round face, short hair, and petite figure, is the most restless.

Wow!!

Amidst their laughter and conversation, the girl suddenly reached out mischievously and, through the oversized blue and white school uniform, poked Lin Shuyue's astonishing breast, letting out an exaggerated exclamation:

"Shuyue, we're both 18-year-old girls, so why is your thing so big...? You're really going to make your boyfriend incredibly happy!"

"Hey, Zhou Xiaoya, where are you touching?!"

Lin Shuyue reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with embarrassment and anger, her cheeks flushed.

What kind of surprise attack is this? It's awful!

"snort!"

She reached out and grabbed the unremarkable Zhou Xiaoya: "How dare you talk to me like that? With your underdeveloped appearance, you'll probably never find a boyfriend!"

"Oh dear, our little Yueyue is getting angry!" Li Ting, the literature and art committee member, laughed as she joined the fray.

She put her arm around Lin Shuyue's shoulder to "support" Zhou Xiaoya: "I'm proud of my flat chest, I'm saving fabric for the country."

"So what if you have small breasts? Isn't that contributing to the country, right, Xiaoya?"

"That's right, that's right."

Zhou Xiaoya immediately puffed out her small, barely heaving chest and raised her chin: "My future husband will definitely love my thrifty and good-natured qualities!"

"But you..."

Zhou Xiaoya deliberately dragged out her tone, her mischievous gaze sweeping over Lin Shuyue from head to toe like a small brush.

An exquisitely delicate oval face, a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, perfectly proportioned long legs, and finally, the gaze falls back on those strikingly full breasts.

"...You look like a bewitching enchantress, with such a curvaceous figure, I wonder which brat will end up with you!"

"Tsk tsk, what kind of man could possibly be worthy of Miss Lin Shuyue, the jewel of our Jiangcheng No. 1 High School?"

The words "worthy of" were like a small pebble that gently struck Lin Shuyue's heart, creating ripples.

Almost reflexively, a face that always smiled at her with exceptional gentleness instantly appeared in her mind.

This association made her cheeks, which were already flushed from the playful fight, turn even redder, like a ripe peach.

"You...you two...two female hooligans!" Lin Shuyue was both ashamed and anxious.

Just then, from the loudspeaker, Lu Qian's clear, magnetic voice, accompanied by a captivating guitar intro, flowed out unexpectedly like a warm current in winter:

"Memories are like a suitcase, filled with mountains and oceans..."

"The future may hold its own, but it certainly won't end like this..."

"The soup of time, already boiling hot, is used to grasp at the moon..."

"Childhood dreams, adult sorrows, time will bear them for me..."

"..."

The playful actions were frozen in time.

The three girls stopped moving, and their laughter abruptly ceased.

Almost all the students on the playground looked up at the loudspeaker on the outer wall of the teaching building, following the sound.

This singing...

It sounds so good!

"Huh? The radio station is playing a new song? Who's singing it?"

Zhou Xiaoya was the first to react, her eyes widening in surprise: "His voice sounds so nice, could he be singing live?"

"Wait... that sound..."

Li Wei suddenly frowned, carefully trying to discern the unique charm and emotion in the voice: "Why does this voice sound so familiar..."

A few seconds later, she suddenly turned to her friend beside her: "Shu Yuebao, that sounds like your Lu Qian's voice!"

There was no reply for half a day.

"??"

"Baby, what's wrong with you? Why are you being so cold to me? This is emotional abuse..."

"Baby, please don't ignore me, sob sob..."

"..."

The group of girlfriends started to whine and fuss.

Lin Shuyue did not speak.

She recognized the singer the moment she heard the first note.

The world seemed to quiet down.

The teasing of her best friend and the noise on the playground became indistinct background noise.

The heart inside my chest felt as if it had been gently squeezed by an invisible hand, then suddenly accelerated, pounding against my ribs.

She tilted her head slightly, the golden afterglow of the setting sun gently bathing her exquisite profile, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with focus.

Those almond-shaped eyes, which always held a bright smile, now seemed to be filled with shattered starlight, shining incredibly brightly.

His focused expression suggested he was savoring every note from the radio broadcast, imprinting it deeply into his heart.

The corners of his mouth gradually curved upwards.

So... Lu Qian sings this well?

It was so beautiful that it made her heart race.

……

……

Classroom of Class 7.

Zhang Liu, having just been finished off by Aruba, was slumped in his seat, rubbing his thighs with a look of utter despair, muttering under his breath, "Damn it, these animals... ugh... they've killed me..."

Suddenly, the sound of music from the radio came through.

Zhang Liu's leg-rubbing motion suddenly stopped, as if he had been frozen in place.

He looked up at the loudspeaker hanging in the corner of the classroom, his eyes wide as saucers, his mouth slightly agape, his face filled with disbelief.

"Holy crap? That sound couldn't be...!"

He muttered to himself, "This is Qianzi singing? Damn, that kid's been keeping it a secret for ages..."

I have to admit, he sang fucking well.

It was so beautiful that Xiao Liuzi momentarily forgot about his egg.

The song "I Want" wasn't considered a top-performing song during the period before Lu Qian's rebirth, but its youthful spirit was perfect for high school students, especially on the school radio station.

So a group of high school students were involuntarily attracted.

"Damn it, Qianzi's awesome!"

A group of younger guys shouted in the classroom, "When this kid comes to the classroom, we'll have to give him a good 'Aruba'!"

"..."

Zhang Liu is located at a 45-degree angle to the upper left.

Su Yuwei sat alone in her seat, looking down at her phone.

On the screen is Lu Qian's QQ space.

His gaze lingered blankly on it, his fingers sliding unconsciously.

He gripped a piece of draft paper tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his fair hand bulging slightly.

……

……

"This song... is actually quite nice."

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. I didn't expect this kid to be so talented."

In the corridor outside the teachers' office, Lao Zhang was walking side by side with Da Shan.

The two had just come out of the office and were discussing the results of the recent monthly exam.

Then I happened to hear a song playing on the radio.

Upon listening, I was surprised to learn that it was Lu Qian singing.

Then, the conversation naturally turned to Lu Qian.

"Lu Qian has indeed changed a lot recently."

Teacher Dashan stroked his chin, his tone filled with satisfaction: "This afternoon, during the humanities exam, I watched him answer the history essay question. Although the format was still a mess, his insights were very profound, and his critical thinking was very strong. He's completely different from before. I feel like he's really had a breakthrough."

Da Shan's tone was unusually relaxed, even a little gentle.

After all, it's the neighbor's kid I've watched grow up, and it's truly gratifying to see him studying so diligently now.

"Yes, I've noticed that too. He's been paying much more attention in class lately, and he's handing in his assignments on time. The quality of his work has improved significantly."

Hearing this, Old Zhang nodded, a smile spreading across his face: "That's good news! A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold. I hope this kid can grit his teeth and give it his all in these last hundred days of his senior year, and get into a good university!"

"Yes, there is hope," Mr. Oyama affirmed.

Just then, the song on the radio reached its climax.

"I want the moon in the sky, the frost on the ground, a snow-white girl, and a pitch-black bed..."

"???"

The two teachers stopped in their tracks at the same time, their expressions somewhat strange.

"Cough cough..."

Old Zhang coughed twice to cover up his momentary embarrassment: "This kid sings quite well, but the lyrics are a bit inappropriate for children..."

He shook his head, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Da Shan couldn't help but chuckle, then a hint of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

He patted Old Zhang on the shoulder and said, half-jokingly and half-reminiscing, "Haha, I never thought this little rascal would have half of my former glory..."

"Keep bragging."

……

……

Inside the broadcasting room, as first-person observers, Shen Xinyi and Zhang Qian reacted more directly.

This song is truly amazing; it perfectly captures the spirited and youthful energy of a young person.

But listening to this song, Shen Xinyi always felt her face turn a little red.

I don't know why, but when I heard the image of "remembering that girl, her long hair falling to her waist," I inexplicably thought of myself...

Waaaaah!

The lyrics are great, and the melody is beautiful, but I don't know why it sounds different when sung by this young man.

"Oh my god! He sang this in front of the whole school? Isn't he afraid the school leaders will accuse him of promoting puppy love...?"

Over here, Zhang Qian was wearing monitoring headphones. Each lyric, accompanied by Lu Qian's breathing, pierced her eardrums without any buffer, reaching straight to her heart.

Her fingertips, which were resting on the clippers, trembled suddenly, and she let out a barely audible gasp.

"That's incredibly bold..."

The girl couldn't help but quickly glance at Lu Qian's profile.

The lamplight outlined his focused silhouette, his fingers gripping the guitar with distinct knuckles.

She felt her throat was a little dry, so she quickly looked away, feeling flustered.

I can't watch anymore, I can't watch anymore, I'm going to be hooked if I keep watching.

Just as the two girls were in a state of confusion, there was a light knock on the door of the broadcasting room, and then it was pushed open.

The school's new music teacher, Wen Wan, walked in wearing high heels, appearing at the door like an elegant lady in a painting.

She wore a well-tailored beige trench coat, exuding a gentle and graceful aura, with a warm smile on her face, but the area below her neck was rather exaggeratedly large.

Her gaze was immediately drawn to Lu Qian, who was holding a guitar, and a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.

Then, she looked at the two girls in the room who were clearly acting "awkwardly".

"Excuse me, is this boy in the audience the student who sang today?"

Her gaze fell on Zhang Qian.

As the person in charge of the radio station, Zhang Qian was clearly the best candidate to answer.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Qian and Shen Xinyi turned sharply to look at the doorway.

When they realized it was Ms. Wen Wan, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Zhang Qian instinctively wanted to answer, "Teacher Wen, yes, he is..."

However, the moment they began to speak—

「Shh∽」

Wen Wan suddenly raised her slender, white index finger and elegantly placed it against her full lips.

It's obvious they already know the answer.

At this moment, her gaze was gentle and focused, as if telling the two of them—

Don't speak, don't disturb him, let's listen quietly.