dkrc Chapter 70 Damn it, Gan, did you make a deal?
Chapter 70 Damn it, Gan, did you make a deal?
Chapter 70 Damn it, Gan, did you make a deal?
Sitting at his desk, Lin Hanjiang closed his eyes, and the joyful, lively, and rhythmic melody flowed naturally from his mind like a spring.
He quickly wrote down the notes on the staff paper and wrote down the lyrics at the same time.
"Fold a thousand paper cranes, tie a red ribbon, and may good luck come to kind people every day—"
He hummed a tune as he wrote down the lyrics.
Before I knew it, the sunlight outside the window had already begun to set in the west.
Lin Hanjiang looked at the nearly completed sheet music and breathed a sigh of relief.
It feels like this will apply to all test takers from all grades in the future, whether they are in primary or secondary school, university, or taking the civil service exam.
Just worship this song.
People like Chun Ge and Yang Chaoyue are not worth worshipping.
That was it, "Good Luck" was the song, and it just so happened to be the time when many students were taking exams.
Lin Hanjiang could imagine how popular this song would become.
I arranged to meet Zu Hai at the cafeteria at 5 p.m., so I could give her the sheet music.
He packed his things, picked up the sheet music, and walked out of the dormitory building.
When I passed by the bulletin board in front of the main teaching building, I saw that it was surrounded by people, and the noise was several times louder than usual, with excited discussions mixed in.
It seems like they're also talking about making money?
Lin Hanjiang wanted to see what was going on.
I squeezed through to take a look and saw a poster on the bulletin board: "Special Announcement! The Ultimate Showdown for Solo Singing Spots at the Graduation Party!"
Zu Hai, a vocal prodigy from the affiliated high school, versus Wang Xiaolan, a promising new star from the affiliated high school!
The song list is a secret! It will be revealed live! Classics vs. original compositions! Full of suspense!
A panel of 200 specially invited students will vote on-site to determine the final winner.
Seating is limited and admission is by ticket only!
Ticket price: One dollar.
Next to the poster, there was a desk where two members of the student union's cultural and sports department were busy working.
One person was responsible for collecting money, and the other was responsible for registering it in a notebook, and then handing out a handwritten ticket stamped with the student union's red seal.
"Here you go, number 399."
"Yours, number 400, the money is just right."
"Don't push, everyone in the back, there are enough seats, number 401."
"Hey kid, are you buying or not? If not, move aside, there's a line behind you."
The students in line were enthusiastic, excitedly discussing as they paid: "Hey, I didn't expect there to be such a good show before the graduation party!"
"I know Wang Xiaolan, that little star from the affiliated high school. I heard she has connections in the family, and she sings really well."
"Zu Hai? Isn't that the junior sister who's always with Senior Brother Lin Hanjiang? Senior Brother Lin just won the gold medal, he wouldn't have written a new era song for her too, would he?"
"Who knows? The poster says there might be original content; it's worth paying a dollar to see something new!"
"Exactly, it's cheaper than going to a video arcade, and it also supports our female classmates."
Lin Hanjiang was speechless for a moment as he looked at the bustling scene.
Zhou Hua's action is just too much!
Not only did they get things done, they also took the opportunity to commercialize the business.
Two high school students competing in a song, and they're actually selling tickets?
One yuan a piece?
Damn it!
However, with so many people, it might be difficult to manage the venue and control the situation.
Looking at the ever-increasing ticket numbers, I suddenly realized that this was no longer a simple competition for qualification.
Zhou Hua's hype turned it into a mini-contest that attracted the attention of the entire college.
Zu Hai's performance and the quality of his song now directly affect the viewing experience of the hundreds of viewers who paid for the song.
It might even become a topic of conversation on campus for a while.
"This Zhou Hua—"
Lin Hanjiang shook his head helplessly, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Well, pressure can also be a driving force.
If Zu Hai can win with "Good Luck" and gain such attention, the effect will definitely be much better than quietly appearing on the gala stage.
As the sun sets, fiery clouds paint half the sky red.
The loudspeaker at the radio station was playing "My Motherland," the song playing melodiously.
A great river flows wide.
The fragrance of rice blossoms wafts through the air on both banks of the river.
My home is right on the shore.
Lin Hanjiang didn't linger any longer and hurried towards the student cafeteria.
From afar, he spotted the two familiar figures at the entrance of the cafeteria.
Zhang Ye was wearing a beige dress today, which made her skin look even whiter. She was tilting her head and talking to Zu Hai next to her.
Zu Hai was still wearing that light blue dress and had her hair in a ponytail, looking very much like a student.
Clutching several sheet music books, her little head turned restlessly, glancing every now and then at the pedestrians heading to the cafeteria.
Zu Hai's eyes lit up when he saw Lin Hanjiang appear.
She practically ran up to him, tilting her head up, her voice soft yet urgent: "Senior brother, senior brother, you're here! Is the song finished?"
Lin Hanjiang was amused by her adorable appearance. He took out his notebook from his canvas bag, turned the page, and took out the sheet music.
handed over.
"Here, Xiaohai, take a look. I was short on time and wrote it hastily, so familiarize yourself with the melody and lyrics first."
It was a handwritten sheet music, with neat handwriting and the notes and lyrics arranged clearly.
The song title is written at the very top of the sheet music.
Good Luck!
Zu Hai accepted it with both hands, saying happily, "Thank you, senior brother."
She immediately looked down at the sheet music, her little mouth unconsciously humming along to the tune.
Zhang Ye, who was standing next to him, also came over, his gaze falling on the sheet music, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
She looked up at Lin Hanjiang, her tone a mix of reproach and concern: "Is this the secret weapon you concocted for Xiaohai?"
It seems that Zu Hai has already told Zhang Ye about Wang Xiaolan's matter.
"Well, I happened to have an idea, so I tried writing it down."
Lin Hanjiang nodded, his tone calm, as if he had done something insignificant.
"We're all Teacher Jin's students, so why is my creative ability so bad?" Zhang also said in a coquettish way, showing her jealousy.
"Let's see how things go as we go. Let's eat first; we still have to get to the General Political Department."
Lin Hanjiang reminded him, and naturally walked beside Zhang Ye. The three of them entered the noisy cafeteria together.
The canteen was bustling with noise, and the aroma of large pot dishes filled the air.
After getting their food, they found a relatively quiet corner to sit down.
Zu Hai's mind was completely absorbed by the sheet music.
While shoveling food into his mouth, his eyes never left those few pages of paper, and a smile of increasing surprise spread across his face.
Zhang Ye also glanced at the sheet music carefully. She knew her stuff, and as she looked at it, the admiration in her eyes grew stronger.
She nudged Lin Hanjiang with her elbow and whispered, "You're really something, Hanjiang. This song is so festive, with a cheerful melody, a strong rhythm, and lyrics full of auspicious phrases. 'Good luck, wishing you good luck,' and 'May good fortune bring you prosperity and success across the world,' it's so cheerful to listen to, especially suitable for festive occasions. Plus, the tune is quite fresh, Xiaohai will definitely sing it well."
Zu Hai then looked up, her face flushed, filled with admiration for this unexpected senior brother: "Senior brother, this song is so good, I love it so much, it makes me feel happy when I sing it, thank you senior brother."
"As long as you like it."
Lin Hanjiang smiled and took a bite of rice.
"This song has a brisk rhythm, requires full emotion, and a sweet smile. Your clear voice is suitable for this kind of song. After the performance at the General Political Department tonight, I'll take some time tomorrow or the day after to teach you a few times and work out the details. When you get home tonight, hum along with the sheet music a few times to get a feel for it."
"Yes, I will definitely practice hard."
Zu Hai nodded vigorously and carefully tucked the sheet music into his music book.
Dear readers, there are two more chapters to go!
I'll stay up tonight, and then I'll continue with three chapters a day. I'll update more when I have time.