The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

Zhang Zidong rushed to the fire escape, which was where he usually sang and recorded songs.

There are two households on this floor. The other one is empty, and the soundproofing is good, so I'm not worried about disturbing others.

Zhang Zidong leaned against the window, watching the bustling night scene outside.

An incredibly strong urge to express myself welled up inside me.

He wanted to sing "Ten Years in the Human World" again.

Put on your headphones, open your recording software, find the accompaniment, and start recording.

A crisp sound echoed slowly through the hallway.

"Who lights the candle to illuminate the darkness, and time sets up a maze?"

"Light displaces light and darkness..."

...

"With a burning, unyielding heart, I walk toward the most lenient execution ground."

"Cracked and shattered..."

...

A few minutes later, the music ended.

Zhang Zidong felt a slight itch on his face, scratched it, and felt a cool sensation on his fingertips, stained with a few tears.

Did I cry?

He didn't react for a moment. "What's going on?"

Without thinking too much about it, he hastily wiped his eyes and quickly replayed the music he had just recorded.

After hearing this, Zhang Zidong was stunned, and his composure crumbled in an instant.

"Holy crap! Did I sing this?"

He dug out a video of himself singing this song before, and the difference was like night and day!

He carefully recalled his state of mind while singing.

From the unbridled arrogance of a newcomer to the helpless loneliness.

The various regrets, big and small, that I experienced along the way, Da Kui, Pan Zi, Aning...

After ten years of waiting and striving, it all came down to the words, "We've just been apart for a long time."

……

When Zhang Zidong returned home, he opened the door and ran into his mother, Liang Yuping.

Seeing her son's eyes were a little red, Liang Yuping was taken aback. "Son, why are you crying? Did someone dump you?"

Zhang Zidong was speechless. "What are you talking about? I don't even have a girlfriend!"

After saying that, she rushed back to her bedroom.

I organized the song I just recorded, added a background of a typical hallway, and uploaded it to the music player software.

He has over a thousand followers and usually uploads some of his own songs. Some of his classmates also follow him and occasionally tease him.

Almost every video of his is set in a stairwell, earning him the nickname "King of Stairwell Songs" from his fans.

After uploading and checking that everything was fine, I put my phone aside to charge and went to take a shower.

Half an hour later, Zhang Zidong dried his hair and glanced at the data.

It was much better than usual, and the comments section was full of praise for his excellent singing.

I replied to a few comments from familiar profile pictures, read a book for a while, and went to bed after my hair dried.

He slept very soundly.

……

Late at night.

Tan Chengyue got up to use the restroom in the middle of the night and, as usual, opened the YinYin software to browse videos.

Suddenly, I came across a blogger I was following whose videos had over 200,000 likes.

"That voice..." Tan Chengyue suddenly perked up, "Isn't that Zhang Zidong?! Holy crap, 200,000 likes? That's amazing!"

He quickly opened the chat software and bombarded Zhang Zidong with messages.

[You've gone viral, do you even realize it?]

Your video has gone viral!

Wake up! Get up and check the backstage area!

Holy crap, it's still going up!

……

next morning.

Zhang Zidong got up groggily, stretched, and felt refreshed.

I habitually checked the time on my phone, but was startled by the 99+ messages on it, and suddenly became wide awake.

"Holy crap, I'm being cyberbullied?"

Zhang Zidong quickly thought about what he had been doing online recently.

He doesn't like commenting, doesn't like liking, and even cancels liking accidentally. He hasn't offended anyone!

With a sense of dread, he opened the music app, but he didn't dare to open any of the 99+ messages, fearing he might see some obscene language.

But he still clicked on it. After reading the content, Zhang Zidong's first thought was, "Thank goodness, it's not cyberbullying; I'm safe."

My second thought was, "Holy crap!"

All the likes, comments, and follows came from the video I posted last night.

With trembling hands, he scrolled to the video, and the 30 likes almost blinded his titanium alloy eyes.

Opening the comments, almost all of them were praise.

I cried when I heard this.

I declare this to be the best version after the original.

I got goosebumps.

It's been ten years. Seeing so many people still here puts my mind at ease.

I could listen to this song for the rest of my life!

[Can anyone understand how I felt when I heard this song in Changbai Mountain? JPG - crying emoji]

【…】

"Come and eat quickly, or you'll be late!" Mom's voice came from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Zhang Zidong skipped into the kitchen and devoured the food. "Mom, breakfast was delicious today!"

Liang Yuping looked puzzled. "Isn't this just leftovers from last night?"

……

Not long after I stepped out of my house, Tan Chengyue called.

"Holy crap, Zidong, you've blown up, do you even know that?"

"The video went viral!" Zhang Zidong's grin stretched from ear to ear.

On the way, he kept refreshing the video data, watching it rise steadily.

I've also started receiving more private messages in the backend.

Recruiting streamers, inviting people to join guilds, sending private messages to get to know each other, business collaborations, mutual following...

Zhang Zidong realized for the first time what it meant for his backend to explode. He wanted to turn off private messages, but after thinking about it, a kind of teenage vanity made him choose not to turn them off.

Take a screenshot and send it to Tan Chengyue.

[Zhang Zidong: Holy crap, my inbox is exploding!]

[Tan Chengyue: Awesome]

Other classmates also gradually came across the video and sent messages to verify it.

On his way to school, seeing the video views still rising, Zhang Zidong was filled with elation, but also a sense of helplessness that he himself was unaware of.

When he arrived in class, some classmates were already talking about him.

Upon seeing Zhang Zidong, Tan Chengyue hurriedly waved, "Zidong, you're famous! Your video must have almost a million views!"

Zhang Zidong couldn't stop smiling, and said modestly, "Not yet, it should be soon."

"You sang really well!"

"I almost cried when I heard it."

"..."

Praise and adulation poured in from all directions, making Zhang Zidong feel elated.

As soon as Lu Qian entered the classroom, he sensed an unusual atmosphere.

Many students surrounded Zhang Zidong, exclaiming and shouting in surprise.

"What are you doing? Did you win the lottery?" Lu Qian joked with a smile.

One student exclaimed, "Teacher Lu, Zhang Zidong has exploded!"

Lu Qian: "?"

"Teacher, Zhang Zidong's singing video has gone viral! It's almost 30 likes now," another student explained.

Lu Qian paused for a moment, then showed just the right amount of surprise. "30 likes? That's amazing! Zidong, you're incredible!"

Hearing Teacher Lu's praise, Zhang Zidong chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed but mostly overjoyed at being affirmed.

Even Teacher Lu thinks I'm awesome!

However, after his initial shock, Lu Qian's expression gradually calmed down, and he looked at Zhang Zidong thoughtfully.

He praised her just now because he didn't want to spoil her joy.

The video went viral, which is a good thing, but it might not be a good thing for a high school sophomore.

Zhang Zidong's situation is somewhat similar: a young boy carrying gold, walking through a bustling city.

With such a huge influx of traffic, can this child handle the consequences?

Lu Qian thought for a moment and decided not to call Zhang Zidong out immediately. He would talk about it in the afternoon.

Fortunately, Zhang Zidong didn't act too wildly during the morning class and still listened attentively.

However, during breaks, he would hold his phone, watching the data grow and excitedly chatting with his classmates about private messages in the background.

Lu Qian saw all of this but said nothing.

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