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

These words, though spoken softly, sounded exceptionally clear in the gradually quieting classroom.

"What? You recorded this, student?"

"Send it to me quickly! Send it to me quickly!"

"Me too! I was so engrossed in listening to it that I completely forgot to record!"

The students instantly became excited again and turned to look at Bai Xier.

Several boys sitting near her had already half-stood up, looking ready to scan her QR code, add her as a friend, and ask for a video call at any moment.

Bai Xi'er smiled a little shyly, her cheeks slightly flushed: "I... I just recorded it casually, the sound quality might not be very good..."

"It's alright, it's alright! Something is better than nothing!"

"Exactly! Share this in the group chat!"

"You're such an angel!"

On the podium, Liao Mei clapped her hands helplessly: "Quiet, quiet, we'll talk about the video after class. We still have class to attend."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an inherent authority.

The classroom fell silent, but the expectant light in the students' eyes still shone brightly.

Liao Mei walked to the front of the stage, turned to look at Chen Ming, and her eyes softened: "Chen Ming, this song is indeed very well written. From a professional point of view, the melody is smooth and natural, the lyrics are simple and sincere, and more importantly..."

Her gaze swept across the class: "It has a very precious 'sense of life,' just like what we said in the last class. Folk songs originate from the people. They are not high-brow artistic expressions, but rather ordinary emotions that ordinary people have in their ordinary lives. But it is precisely this 'ordinariness' that makes them seem so real and so moving."

After he finished speaking, the classroom was silent for a few seconds.

The students were all reminiscing about it.

Yes, when listening to the song just now, many people didn't think about so much professional analysis; they just thought it "sounded good" and "comfortable."

Now, thanks to Liao Mei's explanation, I understand the reason behind this "pleasant sound".

"So," Liao Mei concluded, "Chen Ming has taught us a lesson: in music creation, sometimes returning to simplicity is the highest form of expression. Okay, Chen Ming, you can go back to your seat now. Let's begin today's lesson."

"Thank you, Teacher Liao."

Chen Ming walked off the stage with his guitar in his arms.

As he stepped down from the podium, several students gave him a thumbs up. Some whispered "Awesome!" while others smiled and winked.

Chen Ming nodded in response to each one, without stopping.

When they returned to their seats in the first row by the window, Tang Yuan and Zhou Xu's expressions had completely changed.

While Chen Ming was singing on stage, these two brothers' mouths never stopped moving.

From initial worry, to shock along the way, and then to later confusion and jealousy!!

How so?

It's probably because he's afraid his brother is suffering, but also afraid his brother is driving a Land Rover.

They were afraid Chen Ming would get scolded if he performed poorly.

But now that Chen Ming is performing so well, they feel inexplicably a little jealous!

Damn it!

How come this kid writes such good songs!

envy!

As soon as Chen Ming sat down, Tang Yuan and Zhou Xu exchanged a knowing glance.

Then, the two began to act.

Tang Yuan stood up and moved to a seat against the wall, making room for Chen Ming in the middle; Zhou Xu also stood up and let Chen Ming in.

The movements were natural and fluid, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

This is to let him sit in the middle.

Chen Ming sat down in the middle.

As soon as they sat down, Tang Yuan and Zhou Xu immediately sat down on either side of him, like two door gods.

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on him, their eyes filled with anger!

"Chen Ming!" Tang Yuan lowered his voice, a hint of resentment in his tone, "Tell me honestly, were you secretly getting extra lessons behind our backs?"

Zhou Xu pushed up his glasses, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses: "And that song, when was it written? How come we had no idea?"

Just as Chen Ming was about to speak, Liao Mei on the podium had already started her lecture.

"Today we're going to talk about folk songs..."

Chen Ming immediately sat up straight, took out his pen, and looked like he was going to listen to the lecture attentively.

Tang Yuan and Zhou Xu: "..."

Dude, that's a really obvious way of changing the subject!

But they didn't dare to misbehave in Liao Mei's class. They could only suppress their doubts for the time being and open their books to listen to the lecture.

But his eyes would occasionally glance at Chen Ming.

On the podium, Liao Mei began today's formal content.

The classroom fell silent, with only Liao Mei's voice remaining as she lectured.

But Chen Ming's mind was actually half on the classroom and half on his mind.

[Host detected to be deeply studying folk music!]

[New song selection in progress...]

[Unlocked: "A Person Like Me"]

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"A Person Like Me"?

Chen Ming's pen paused for a moment on the paper.

The song information section appears.

"Previous Life" is Mao Buyi's representative work, a song that expresses the inner monologue of countless ordinary people.

The melody is simple yet deeply moving, and the lyrics are unpretentious yet powerful. The complex emotions—a mix of self-deprecation, confusion, and a hidden sense of resentment—have touched the hearts of countless people.

only……

Chen Ming checked the condition of his voice at that moment.

Warm, clear, carrying the brightness and sunshine of youth.

What "A Person Like Me" needs is a more weathered, deeper, and more story-driven tone.

It doesn't quite suit his current voice.

At the very least, it's not suitable for him to sing the original version.

Chen Ming silently noted this information down in his mind and continued listening to the lecture.

The pen moved across the paper, recording the key points Liao Mei had mentioned, and occasionally jotting down his own thoughts beside it.

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The progress bar slowly advances as the class progresses.

Liao Mei spoke with great enthusiasm, discussing everything from the regional characteristics of folk songs to their cultural connotations, and from traditional inheritance to modern expression.

She not only talked about theories, but also interspersed many vivid examples and interesting stories.

Knowledge itself can be boring, but the stories the teacher tells are interesting. The students listened with great interest throughout the class.

Even Tang Yuan and Zhou Xu temporarily forgot about "interrogating" Chen Ming.

Time slips away quietly as knowledge flows.

Just as the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, Liao Mei had finished explaining the last point of knowledge.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson." She closed her lesson plan. "get out of class dismissed."

The sound of packing schoolbags echoed in the classroom.

Liao Mei also turned and left, the sound of her high heels fading into the distance.

The moment Liao Mei left the classroom.

"Chen! Ming!"

Tang Yuan and Zhou Xu turned around at the same time, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed.

Tang Yuan grabbed Chen Ming's shoulder and started shaking him, while Zhou Xu reached out and gently pinched the other side of Chen Ming's neck.

"No way, buddy! You're serious?!" Tang Yuan's voice was filled with despair. "Damn it! We were worried you'd embarrass yourself!"

Zhou Xu also lost his usual composure: "Tell me! When was it written! Why did you hide it from us! Are we still brothers?!"

The two men flanked Chen Ming from the left and right, looking determined to succeed at all costs.

Chen Ming was so dizzy from being shaken that he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Don't rush, let go first."

"No way!" Tang Yuan gritted his teeth. "Do you know how worried we were last week? We were so afraid you'd embarrass yourself on stage! And what did you do? You just threw in a bombshell!"

"Exactly!" Zhou Xu chimed in, "We've been trying to help you, but not this much! You're putting a lot of pressure on us, brother!"

The students who hadn't left the classroom yet couldn't help but laugh when they saw this.

Just as the three of them were making a scene.

"Tang Yuan, Zhou Xu."

Liao Mei's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

The three of them froze instantly.

Tang Yuan and Zhou Xu seemed to have been paused, slowly turning their heads to see Liao Mei had returned sometime earlier and was standing at the classroom door, arms crossed, looking at them with a serious expression.