He was in college, but his songs were at the Grammys.

Some people even started making memes:

[Chen Ming: I heard you guys think I'm arrogant? I'm just here to audit a class.]

[Other students: You're auditing my class, we'll audit yours.]

[The "Crediting Effect": One person audits a class, and the whole school starts learning]

[We suggest the school publish Chen Ming's class schedule, and we'll go and observe whichever class he teaches.]

In the days that followed, Chen Ming began his "crazy course-crashing mode".

On Monday afternoon, the vocal music department held a class on appreciating folk music.

Tuesday morning, the history of rock music development in the pop music department.

On Wednesday afternoon, he was teaching a modern music composition class in the composition department. It wasn't exactly a free trial, but his classmates still felt pressured by him sitting in the classroom.

On Thursday morning, the Music Education Department held a class on appreciating Chinese folk songs.

On Friday afternoon, he appeared in his third-year class again and listened to a special lecture on the guqin and traditional Chinese culture.

The entire Jiangxi Art Museum presents a peculiar scene.

Every day when the bell rings to signal the end of get out of class, someone will be quietly observing from the school gate, the corridor, and the cafeteria.

Which direction is Chen Ming heading today? Whose class is he going to audit?

Some people even started a new column on the campus wall called "Where is Chen Ming today?"

[The intelligence team has reported: Chen Ming has just finished his class and is now heading towards the second teaching building!]

What classes are scheduled in the second teaching building this afternoon?

[Let me check the schedule... Classroom 3201, Second Teaching Building, Department of Music Education, Appreciation of Chinese Folk Songs!]

[Go! Let's go ambush Chen Ming!]

Sisters, wait for me! I'm coming too!

As a result, the class, which originally had only thirty-odd students, was squeezed into more than fifty "auditors".

The teacher stood on the podium, looking at the sea of ​​heads in the classroom, then at the quiet figure in a white shirt in the back corner, and for a moment didn't know whether to be moved or helpless.

What moved me was that I never thought I would have so many students come to my class.

Unfortunately, none of these people were after him.

In the teachers' group, the situation was even more outrageous.

Ever since Teacher Wang Bao bragged in the group that day, the other teachers' mentality has collapsed.

They started making bets in the group chat.

"I bet Chen Ming will come to our department today!"

"Come on, your department just had classes yesterday, you don't have any today!"

"Where did he go today?"

"I checked his class schedule; he doesn't have any classes this afternoon, so he'll definitely be auditing!"

"I'm betting on the vocal music department; they have a pop singing session today!"

"I bet on the music arrangement department, but they're talking rock today!"

"I bet on a music performance; they have a guqin (a seven-stringed zither) lecture today!"

The group chat was as lively as a horse racing betting site.

Then, once someone wins the bet, they immediately send a message in the group:

"Hahaha, Chen Ming came to my class! How about that! I told you so!"

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In the photo, Chen Ming is sitting in the back corner, head down, taking notes attentively, surrounded by a group of students pretending to listen attentively to the lecture.

Immediately following this was a string of replies expressing envy bordering on saccharine:

Jealousy has distorted me beyond recognition.

[Wang Bao was lucky that time, and you're lucky this time too!]

When will it be our department's turn?!

[Chen Ming, take a look at our department! We have great courses too!]

[Looking for Chen Ming to audit my class; I can buy him bubble tea!]

Next.

The unknown bel canto professor quietly posted another message: "Why does Chen Ming audit so many classes but never come to our bel canto class? Is it because I'm not teaching well enough?"

Below that is another row of "+1".

For the first time, the old professor began to doubt his own teaching content.

There aren't that many problems!

It's simply because Chen Ming's singing skills have reached the level of a grandmaster.

There's no need for further learning or improvement for now.

The most important thing right now is to stream songs.

Among the teachers at the performing arts academy, some were also getting restless.

A female teacher who teaches basic acting asked in the group:

"Do you guys think... Chen Ming might come and audit one of our acting school's classes someday?"

The group chat was quiet for a while.

A music academy teacher somehow infiltrated the group and immediately poured cold water on it:

"Forget about it! Almost all the classes Chen Ming audited were music-related! Acting? Never in his life! He's a treasure of our music academy!"

The teachers at the Performing Arts Academy: "..."

Why is he in our group chat?!

Whoever brought this in! Kick them out!

[A music academy student showing off in our group? Is there no justice?!]

The music academy teacher sent a string of "hahaha" and then gracefully withdrew from the scene.

The teachers at the performing arts academy looked at the screen, feeling both angry and amused.

A female teacher said quietly, "One day, our acting academy will produce its own Chen Ming!"

Another teacher chimed in:

"Exactly! We'll brag about it in their group chat then!"

"Yes! Let them taste this too!"

The group chat was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

But after the laughter subsided, someone whispered:

"But seriously, could we add a musical theatre performance course and let Chen Ming audit our acting school's classes?"

"That makes sense!"

"I think it's a good idea; we can suggest it to the dean."

......

The learning atmosphere at Jiangxi Arts University is becoming increasingly intense at a visible rate.

The library seats are starting to become insufficient.

The music room reservation system is fully booked every day.

The topics of discussion in the cafeteria changed from "How many stars did you get in the game last night?" to "Did you go to see Chen Ming today?" and "I want to go listen to that class he audited."

Some people even started forming groups to audit the classes that Chen Ming had audited.

"Chen Ming went to a folk music appreciation class last week, I want to go too!"

"I'll go too! Maybe I can understand some of his songwriting process!"

"Do you think if I audit Chen Ming's classes, will I pass the final exam?"

"You're overthinking it, but at least it'll make you too embarrassed to fail the course."

Some people summarize this phenomenon with one word:

"Chen Ming Effect".

One top student inspired the entire academy.

No, the entire school.

On Friday evening, Chen Ming walked out of Min's classroom.

He glanced down at his phone; a few more lines of newly noted course information had appeared in his notes.

There are still quite a few classes I can audit next week.

There were rock music, folk music, traditional Chinese music, and even a special lecture on traditional Chinese opera music.

He has already released quite a few songs.

When the time comes, he will have songs to sing no matter what style of opponent he encounters on the stage of "China's Top Singers".

He put away his phone and walked towards the school gate.

Several classmates followed him quietly, taking pictures of his back with their phones.

"Let's go, Chen Ming's get out of class is over!"

"Did you get a picture? Did you get a picture?"

"I took a picture! Her back view is amazing!"

Chen Ming did not turn around.

He simply kept walking forward, into the sunset, into the May evening breeze.

Behind me, the school wall has been updated with new information:

[Where did Chen Ming go today? Music performance and guqin (a seven-stringed zither) special lecture, get it!]

[Tomorrow is the weekend, Chen Ming probably won't be auditing classes, right?]

[Where are we going to find classes for him on the weekend? Unless he takes extra lessons himself, he shouldn't be in this mess.]

It's hard to say, he's Chen Ming after all...

Stop talking, I'm already reflecting on my actions. I'm going to the library tomorrow.

Night was falling.

On the campus of Jiangyi, the streetlights lit up one by one.

The lights in the music room building were still on, and someone was practicing the piano.

The library lights were still on, and some people were studying.

The classroom was empty, but the passion for learning ignited by that one person still lingered in the air.

The Chen Ming effect continues.