As "A Young Chinese's Tale" dominated the charts, coupled with the significant score difference, it undeniably garnered the attention of all universities, especially the leadership at Jingyi University. Upon seeing that their song, "Chasing the Wind Boy," didn't even amount to a tenth of the first-place score, they were collectively dumbfounded.
"Whose subordinate is this?"
"I thought Tingyu was already invincible, but I didn't expect someone to be even more formidable!" Jingyi University Principal Yang Shouyi exclaimed, his jaw nearly dropping as he pointed at the rankings on the projector. This situation had never occurred in the campus song competition. It made him feel as if it were unreal.
"Is there a possibility," one of the school leaders ventured hesitantly, "I'm just speculating, but could the person who wrote this song be Tingyu?"
Silence. The entire conference room was eerily quiet. It seemed that this was the only explanation that made sense.
"Isn't Tingyu participating in the Ace City Competition?"
"That's right. Didn't Zhao Jianguo say Tingyu wouldn't be coming to the city competition?"
"Holy crap, it really might be that kid Tingyu!"
"If not, it could only be a teacher from the school, but the quality of this song is something even teachers would find hard to achieve."
"Should we ask?"
After a brief discussion, Yang Shouyi took out his phone. The temporary group chat had exploded. Everyone was asking which school the song was from. Some had guessed it might be Tingyu. Consequently, the entire group was frantically tagging Zhao Jianguo.
"Don't ask. It's really not Tingyu. Just wait for the official announcement; you'll know in a few hours." Zhao Jianguo finally chimed in. However, no one believed his nonsense anymore. If it wasn't Tingyu, who else could it be? If it wasn't Tingyu, then it had to be a school teacher. For an official event like this, no one would be foolish enough to have a teacher falsify anything, as writing songs relies on skill, and it could be easily verified with a simple check.
Thus, the group, filled with principals, became quite "refined and polite."
"Damn it, Zhao Jianguo, you're a real dog!"
"Is this fun? Letting Tingyu come and just mess around?"
"Why not just say Tingyu was participating in this event and we'd all forfeit?"
"Look at you, all smug and secretive. You're not human."
Zhao Jianguo acted as if he hadn't heard any of the scolding. He leaned back in his office chair, his mind filled with their exasperated expressions.
"It's really not Tingyu. This kid participated in the event under his real name, without the company's involvement..." Zhao Jianguo took a deep breath, muttering to himself, then a mischievous smile spread across his face. Perhaps this was the joy of having a genius student. This principal job was truly satisfying.
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Even though the fact that "A Young Chinese's Tale" was written by Tingyu hadn't been officially revealed, many people had already vaguely sensed it. The Shen Qingfeng siblings were no exception.
"It must be Master who wrote it!"
"Losing to Master, we aren't disgraced!" The siblings stood by the milk tea shop, each holding a cup of milk tea, squatting by the roadside. They showed no signs of being idol trainees. However, they were both wearing masks, and they extended the straws under the lower edge of their masks to drink, not afraid of being recognized.
"Qingfeng," Qin Xiaoyuan waved from a distance. Shen Qingfeng quickly stood up, startled.
"Keep your voice down. If we get recognized, we won't be able to go shopping!" his sister, Shen Qingling, said grumpily.
"Sorry, I forgot," Qin Xiaoyuan scratched his head and then asked the two, "Let's go, where should we go shopping today?"
Shen Qingfeng took out his phone, typing as he mumbled, "Don't rush, I'll ask if Master really wrote that song." He opened Su Yu's WeChat and sent a message.
"Master, did you write the song for the competition?"
"Mm."
"No wonder. Our song can't even compare to a fraction of yours."
"You guys sang well. You've improved a lot recently. I'll write a song for you after some time." Shen Qingfeng looked at his phone, so shocked he almost shouted. He quickly covered his mouth.
"Ah? Really!!!!!!!! (ΩДΩ)" Shen Qingfeng typed rapidly. When he first met Su Yu, he didn't know this Master was Tingyu. He only thought that his Master had an amazing singing voice and played the guitar perfectly. After Su Yu revealed his identity at the Ace City Competition, Shen Qingfeng and Shen Qingling were excited for days before they calmed down. The name Tingyu was enough for even top-tier singers to curry favor. Let alone trainees like them. Although the siblings came from well-off families, they were determined to make it on their own. Meeting such a god-tier Master naturally made them extremely happy.
"Mm," Su Yu replied after a while.
"Thank you, Master!!" After sending this message, Shen Qingfeng jumped up excitedly, attracting curious glances from many passersby.
"Brother, what are you freaking out about?" Shen Qingling, standing beside him, quickly pulled Qin Xiaoyuan away, acting as if she didn't know this fool.
"Master said he's going to write a song for us," Shen Qingfeng rushed forward, grabbing his sister's arm and shaking it vigorously. Then, he hugged Qin Xiaoyuan, who was beside him, "Wife, Master is going to write a song for me!!"
Shen Qingling was stunned. Qin Xiaoyuan was also bewildered. She knew the Shen Qingfeng siblings had a Master, but she didn't know who that person was.
"Ahhhhh! We're going to be famous!" Shen Qingling's voice was already loud and full of energy. Her shout directly caused a passerby's milk tea to fall to the ground.
"Holy crap, are you crazy!" Someone glanced at the milk tea on the ground, got angry, and turned to leave.
"Damn it, I saved up for a week to buy this cup of milk tea, and I haven't even taken a sip!" Someone squatted down and held the shattered milk tea cup in their palm.
"Wuwuwu, you said you didn't stay up all night playing games, but you're so weak you can't even hold a milk tea steady. Let's break up!" Someone pushed her boyfriend and broke up on the spot.
Shen Qingfeng quickly pulled his girlfriend and ran into the distance. Seeing this, Shen Qingling also darted away.
On the way, Qin Xiaoyuan curiously asked, "Qingfeng, who exactly is your Master?"
Shen Qingfeng replied with great pride, "It's Tingyu." He suddenly thought of something and continued, "Did you vote? If not, go vote for my Master, for the hottest song right now, 'A Young Chinese's Tale'."
"Ah, this..." Qin Xiaoyuan was stunned at first, then her earlobes turned red. She shyly said, "I already voted for you guys."
Shen Qingfeng sighed, "Alright, Master has enough votes. One more vote from you won't make a difference."
"Mhm, mhm." Qin Xiaoyuan stuck out her tongue when Shen Qingfeng wasn't looking, the flush spreading from her earlobes to her neck.
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