Back to 17, My Brother is the Cult Leader

"Fang Yuan," Teacher Chang said, showing no intention of letting him off the hook.

"A simple apology isn't enough, everyone agrees, right?"

"Yes!" A chorus of cheers erupted from below.

Huang Xiaoming, looking down from behind, said, "Good luck, brother. I can't help you."

Teacher Chang was also just curious.

"Fang, take off your coat."

"What kind of rule is this?" Fang Yuan wondered as he took off his military overcoat and put it aside.

"Stop! You don't need to take off your sweater."

A burst of laughter followed.

Comrade Xiaoming pursed his lips, thinking, "This kid is doing it on purpose."

"Fang, how did you feel about the performance by those older brothers and sisters?"

"Um...it's embarrassing."

"Brother, you can't escape now either!" someone shouted from below.

"Teacher Chang, I'm not applying to the performing arts department, so you don't need to perform any special talents, right?"

Teacher Chang circled around Fang Yuan.

"With such great looks, it's a pity she didn't apply to a performing arts program."

Which subject are you preparing for?

Department of Dramatic Literature

"Oh? You want to be a screenwriter? Why not consider acting?"

"That teacher, I'm different from Huang Xiaoming, I'm more shy."

"Damn, you mean I'm shameless?" Huang Xiaoming shouted from behind.

The people below were all laughing.

"Alright, since this is my first time here, I can't leave nothing behind. At the very least, I have to tell a joke."

As Fang Yuan walked from his seat to the stage, his mind was racing, trying to come up with something to perform.

It seems there's no escaping it now.

Okay, I'm coming clean, let's go all out.

"Excuse me, teacher, could I ask one of the ladies to help me out?"

"Oh, so you have an idea? That's great, they'll definitely be willing."

Fang Yuan began to look at the row of beautiful women below, their eyes shining.

When I saw the beautiful Zeng, I smiled. She really is gorgeous.

"May I ask that lady to play a short piece on the flute for me?"

Li Xinyu, who was next to Zeng Meinu, was stunned for a moment.

I learned her name is Li Xinyu during her solo performance just now, and she played a flute solo.

Under everyone's gaze, she held the flute in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Okay."

Which tune would you like to play?

"No need for all that trouble. It's just an intro and a short note, only a few seconds long. Just follow my hand gestures."

"All right."

Fang Yuan sat behind the lectern, closed his eyes, and pondered for a while.

He started by gently tapping the table with his left hand, then gestured to Li Xinyu. As his right hand moved up and down, a melodious flute sound rang out. After a few more movements of his right hand, he stopped, and the flute sound disappeared.

Fang Yuan's clear and crisp voice rang out:

Look at which family is young

Plain clothes and simple shirts travel thousands of miles to enter the bustling city

Beautiful city with endless scenery

Some people have a bright future, while others are like ants climbing a high wall.

All I want is a crack in the wall to let the moonlight shine through.

Even with his head down, the moonlight shines on him as he bustles about through wind and rain.

It is clear that this is a dangerous pass.

Despite the plans, despite the fog,

It is clear that merit is not necessarily rewarded based on merit.

So many innocent wishes

There are just as many websites that have blackened it.

Ming Helu's abacus jingled loudly.

I shall follow the bright moon and rest my head on the gentle breeze.

His body was as open and honest as a young man from the city gate.

I work for a paycheck and apply what I've learned.

No one deceives me, I have no one to rely on.

I should pay homage to the road I came from and to the high mountains.

Paying tribute to the streets and alleys where spring flowers bloom and fade

I should pay homage to the moonlight outside the temple.

A bowl of tea for the porter

Earn a small basket of rice

Father is a merchant in Chang'an

There was a surplus after taxes were levied.

River lanterns shine during festivals

The dancers all had leg injuries.

The little novice monk swayed unsteadily

The cat leaped over the red wall in pursuit.

Even the largest buildings and cities

Even the smallest street hustle and bustle

It's just you, me, and me.

Kneeling forward step by step

I didn't rely on anyone's light

I didn't seek refuge with anyone.

Never received an award

But he didn't swing a stick.

I shall follow the bright moon and rest my head on the gentle breeze.

His bare body, bright and clear, rebuked the demons.

I work for a paycheck and apply what I've learned.

No one will laugh at my overestimation of my abilities.

I saw the long river flowing...

Who can leave a lasting name on a mere half-sheet of paper?

I should go to that nameless, shapeless moonlight.

A distant gesture extends to all corners of the land and to the glorious Tang Dynasty.

To my life, like a peerless breeze in this mortal world.

May all kings and nobles, and children alike, bask in the morning sun.

I salute the flower beneath the hooves of a thousand horses.

I salute Yan'er's home, a place filled with mud.

This is the ending theme song of the movie "Lychee of Chang'an" from his previous life, which Fang Yuan really likes.

The song was playing on my computer the moment I collapsed.

So I remember it very clearly and completely.

Sung by Chen Chusheng, with lyrics by Tang Tian and music by Peng Fei.

A god-tier combination.

At the end of the lyrics, the flute melody sounded as Fang Yuan made a right-hand gesture, and then faded away.

The classroom was completely quiet.

Huang Xiaoming stared wide-eyed at Fang Yuan on the stage.

Fang Yuan on the stage kept his head down.

The frantic toil of the past life, the trepidation of returning home, the confusion and unease about the future—all sorts of emotions surged into my heart.

It was eventually interrupted by a round of enthusiastic applause.

Fang Yuan composed himself and thanked Li Xinyu.

He bowed to the audience on and off the stage.

"Not bad, not bad. The voice is distinctive. Although the singing skills are average, the lyrics are very good."

Teacher Chang said while clapping.

Once the classroom quieted down, Teacher Chang asked, "What song is this? I've never heard it before."

Fang Yuan was a little embarrassed. "That teacher's name, I just made it up."

"Outside the Temple"

"Wow!" A chorus of surprise erupted from the audience.

"Excellent, excellent, very well written."

"Especially the lyrics, which are a mix of classical and vernacular Chinese, with concise imagery."

The imagery of "moonlight" and "high walls" contrasts the imperial court with the common people.

Use the parallel structure of "I will" to establish integrity;

The rap section vividly depicts the lives of ordinary people, revealing their perseverance and dignity.

"So he's a very talented person. No wonder he applied to the drama department. He could have applied to the music department too."

"I'm sorry you had to see this!"

"Honestly, I really didn't expect that, Fang."

I hope you'll stay true to your original aspirations, just like the young man inside the city gate, just like the lyrics describe!

"Thank you, teacher!"

Teacher Fang Yuanchong bowed deeply.

Walking in the cold wind on campus, the sky was overcast, and it was going to snow again.

Letting out a long breath, Fang Yuan wiped the tears from his face.

After being reborn, most of the gloomy emotions that had been building up inside me were finally released today.

Huang Xiaoming ran up from behind and pounced on Fang Yuan's back.

"Haha, that's awesome, bro!"

"I showed off and left, leaving them stunned!! Haha, I got my revenge."

"When I first came to audit classes, I was often given a hard time."

"You turned and left, and they kept bothering me with all sorts of questions. You have to make it up to me!"

"When did you learn to sing? Is there anything I don't know about you?"

"I know a lot more! This is nothing."

"You're getting all worked up just from being called fat! But you're really something else!"

Fang Yuan thought for a moment, "Brother, I want to go to Quanjude to eat Peking duck."

"Sure, it's on me!"

"Call them Gao Hu and Li Xinyu, we've caused them trouble today."

"Hey bro, the holidays are coming up soon, and I'm a little short on cash."

"It's okay, it's on me."

"Okay, you wait at the school gate, I'll go call them."

Huang Xiaoming turned and ran away quickly.

The four of them didn't take a car; they chatted and walked for more than half an hour.

We had a big meal at the Wangfujing branch.

The roast duck smells amazing at this time of year.

After dinner, I bought an extra roast duck for Gao Hu, Li Xinyu, and Huang Xiaoming so they could take it back to their dorm.

The group parted ways early and returned to school.

When Li Xinyu returned to the dormitory, she pushed open the door and found five or six people inside.

Everyone is waiting for her.

She shook the roast duck in her hand. "Here, this is what the handsome guy brought for you today."

The dormitory erupted in cheers and commotion.