Chapter 9

At this time, those who had been sleeping in also got up, and there were still many students without classes browsing online. When they saw the post about a song recommendation, they followed it in.

Some who were too lazy to go in and listen chatted idly below.

【Guitar's Soaring】: What song can wake someone up so coolly?

【Handsome Guy's Cool Song】: Hehe, dear, you.

【Swimming Fish】: ...What?

【Handsome Guy's Cool Song】: Look it up yourself, I won't say more. I'm off to find food; I have a class with Zhou Gong in the afternoon.

【Most Adored Mi Yu】: Hold on! Is this the Zhou Gong, one of the three great sleep-inducing masters of the college?

【Handsome Guy's Cool Song】: That's the one.

【Guitar's Soaring】: ...I'm going to listen to the song.

【Swimming Fish】: Me too!

【Most Adored Mi Yu】: Same!

After that, many more onlookers, seeing the situation, also entered the portal to try listening. They wanted to know what song could resist the "hypnosis" of Zhou Gong, one of the three great sleep-inducing masters.

"Zhou Gong" was actually an old professor at the school who hadn't retired yet. He used to teach philosophy but now taught music composition. In recent years, the old man didn't have as much energy, so he switched to teaching elective courses, which had fewer classes and less stringent quality requirements compared to core courses.

However, the old professor's style was a bit slow and deliberate. As the students put it, Professor Zhou spoke like a sloth, making people drowsy. Students had suggested multiple times that Professor Zhou switch to online teaching, but unfortunately, these suggestions were rejected.

Even though his classes were sleep-inducing and required students to climb to the classroom, logically, no one should have chosen his courses. However, the old professor's courses offered a lot of credits, so many students chose them, and thus, many were put to sleep. A young lecturer once privately listened to the students' discussions, not believing it, and went to sit in on a class. After that... there was no "after that"; they never saw that lecturer sit in on Professor Zhou's class again.

Professor Zhou had a long history and had made many contributions to the school. Most people didn't dare to criticize him, and those who dared didn't want to get involved. Thus, Professor Zhou's classes continued as they were. Year after year, the old man even got addicted to teaching. He was strict in class, and while students could ignore his lectures, they absolutely couldn't do other things, including sleeping. Those who did would fail the course and lose credits.

That day, Professor Zhou strolled into the classroom as if on a leisurely walk, glanced around the room—too many people, his eyesight wasn't good, but he felt everyone was present.

As usual, he turned on the surveillance system and carefully checked every corner of the large classroom. Everything was fine; no one was playing with their wristbands. He checked a few other spots, and it was the same.

This made Professor Zhou very satisfied. The only strange thing was that today's students seemed to have their consciousness merged with the universe, their spirits detached from their bodies, gazing at the stars, like a group of mysterious thinkers communing with the stars. In short, they were collectively daydreaming.

If it were any other day, Professor Zhou would have ignored this, but today, the more he taught, the more he felt something was wrong. It wasn't just one or two students, but a large number of them!

The atmosphere was extremely strange!

Professor Zhou's speech became slower and slower until he finally stopped. The atmosphere was wrong, and he couldn't continue!

Professor Zhou pressed a button, "This student, repeat what I just said."

The student who was called out was brought back to reality by the flashing red light on the desk, which indicated he was called. Standing up, he wanted to say, "I didn't hear clearly," but his mouth, as if possessed, said, "Hehe."

Professor Zhou: "..."

Other students in the classroom: "...Brave soul!"

Professor Zhou left the classroom with a stern face, and his pace was much faster than usual, not at all like the sloth-like crawl he usually had! The students in the elective course were terrified, sensing a storm was coming.

Not in the mood to care about the students' reactions, Professor Zhou returned to his office and opened the internet. He had already found out the reason from the students and went straight to the trial listening page.

Putting on his headphones, Professor Zhou was determined to listen carefully to see what kind of song could make his class unteachable!

Hearing the human voice at the beginning of the song, Professor Zhou's already furrowed brows became even tighter, "What are the young people singing these days..."

He picked up a pen, ready to start writing a comment, but his actions and words stopped as the prelude began.

Until the end of the song, Professor Zhou took a deep breath, the tip of his pen touched the blank paper, he put down the pen, and flipped to the song's detailed information page, focusing on the composer's information.

"Fang Zhao?"

After reading the song information, Professor Zhou said in his friend group, "I found a new song today, I recommend you all listen to it. The composition is quite interesting, and I can't identify the genre. The graduates from Qian'an Music College this year are impressive!"

"Haha, there aren't many songs that can earn such praise from you. It's rare that you're praising a new song by a newcomer. I'll definitely listen to it," some old friends were curious, and some, who didn't understand much about composition, also joined in for the fun.

Two days later.

It was another of Professor Zhou's elective classes.

Today's students were particularly well-behaved, not secretly browsing the internet or wearing earphones. Even if they did wear earphones, they didn't play music. They wanted to see Professor Zhou's reaction today. At the end of the last class, Professor Zhou's face was so bad that it made them anxious for two days, fearing that he might fail them all out of anger.

But to their surprise, Professor Zhou looked quite happy when he entered the classroom today.

Professor Zhou scanned the classroom, turned on the projector, "Today, we will analyze a new song. This is important; it will be on the final exam."

On the ten-meter-high screen at the back, six dazzling words appeared—Hehe, dear, you.

In front of the screen was Professor Zhou's unusually kind and gentle old face.

All the students: "..."

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At night, some students nearing graduation gathered to bond and bid farewell to their final days as students.

The KTV was undoubtedly a great place to vent emotions. A waiter, maintaining a professional smile, came out of a private room with a tray, still smiling impeccably, but sighing inwardly.

Breaking up at graduation was too common. Every year at this time, they saw many batches of emotionally intense graduates.

In the room on the left, a 1.9-meter-tall man was sobbing over his withered student romance. In the room on the right, a petite girl was singing a heart-wrenching love song with her earth-shaking voice.

Sigh, these kids...

The waiter sighed deeply and stopped thinking about it. They just needed to keep smiling. Thinking about the better business and the bonus they would receive this month, their smiles became even brighter.

In the room on the left, where the waiter had just passed by.

Seven students were having a meal. After a round of singing, they couldn't continue. They turned off the projector and sound system, and six of them comforted the tall, muscular man in the middle. Without music, the atmosphere became cold.

"Hey, I haven't had my personal assistant recommend music to me today," a tall, thin boy on the side tried to change the topic, seeing that the comfort wasn't working.

The "personal assistant" he referred to was a feature in a popular music app called "Understand You Music," which recommended songs based on listening history and personal radio, similar to other recommendation features. However, the "personal assistant" in this app could be customized, provided you paid for it.

Opening the app, the tall, thin boy's voice was a bit dreamy, "My personal assistant is Mi Yu~"

As he spoke, an image appeared above his wristband, showing Mi Yu's graceful figure, as if she was walking towards him from a distance. At the same time, a warm voice said, "Welcome back to Understand You Music."

"Damn, you actually set your personal assistant to look like Mi Yu! That must have cost you a lot," the other students said enviously.

Using a celebrity's image required a copyright fee, and the more popular the image, the higher the fee. Mi Yu was currently very popular, so her copyright fee was high, and most people who listened to music were unwilling to spend a lot of money on a personal assistant image.

The tall, thin boy looked proud, wanting to show off more, but thinking about the few disheartened guys, he stopped and said, "Let's listen to what my personal assistant recommends today." He had been listening to songs that lifted his spirits recently, and today's recommendations should also liven up the atmosphere.

"I'll listen to anything Mi Yu recommends!" This was a die-hard fan of Mi Yu, even though the recommendation was just a music app using her image.

"Listen, listen, listen! Let's get the atmosphere going again!"

The noise always helped to dispel some negative emotions. To comfort the disheartened, heartbroken, and emotional dorm mates, they were determined to do their best.

Connecting to the room's sound system.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

A laugh with three parts self-mockery and seven parts sadness echoed.

The room fell silent, including the person who had been immersed in heartbreak. All eyes turned to the tall, thin boy, silently accusing him: Is this your taste? Is this what you call livening up the atmosphere? Is this what you call lifting spirits?!

The tall, thin boy was also puzzled, wanting to scold the personal assistant for the recommendation, but seeing Mi Yu's perfect face, he couldn't bring himself to do it, only saying, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of personal assistant."

"Don't mind, let's change the song," the tall, thin boy raised his hand to change the song but paused as the prelude began after the laughter ended.

A slightly retro and unconventional chord progression, a jumping drumbeat, and a murky instrument sound, arranged to sound like rising sandstorms.

"It's been a long time since we last spoke

...

In the same city

Too many things make us stop

Time moves so fast,

I'm a bit nervous..."

The perfect combination of vocals, harmonies, and various instruments created a vivid scene, like a traveler moving forward alone, sighing over the past, with no one to turn to, and the journey being difficult.

The widespread use of electronic music was familiar to today's listeners, but the electronic music in this song was unconventional. Professionals with a keen ear could hear the influence of the composer's mentors in different sections of the song, but they couldn't identify it in this one!

The first half of the song had a melancholic and oppressive atmosphere, making the listener's nose tingle, but gradually, it changed. After a stunning and high-pitched bass sound, it transcended to a higher realm, and the mood became grand.

The chaotic and terrible emotions, like a flood, were suddenly blocked by a solid dam. The listener's mood was like being on a roller coaster, rising from the low to the high.

Sometimes, a song can surpass countless words.

In the private room, the person in the middle wiped the snot and tears from his face, "What's the name of this song? I want to sing it."

The tall, thin boy, coming back to his senses, twitched his face and forced a smile, "It's a