After a few minutes, the class Group chats became lively again.
"What a good song. I want to fall asleep listening to this song.”
"Everyone, stop discussing the song. Doesn't anyone like Brother Hao's poem? I don't remember. Can someone copy some notes for me?”
"There will only be resources online after tomorrow's replay. When the time came, he would press the button to pause the copying.”
"It's useless. The big screen doesn't show it at all. Brother Hao thought of it at the last minute."
"You two idiots, search online. There were many capable people on the Internet, and there would definitely be one that came out. I decided to take a special notebook and write it down.”
"Do any of you know where to buy that set of clothes?”
"That wine gourd is not bad. I think it'll be cool to use this to hold water or drinks when we go out to play.”
"A fan is fine too. Unfortunately, a fan needs to be matched with clothes. Weren't the talents in period dramas like this?”
"Hah! How could those weak scholars compare to Brother Hao? Brother Hao was so handsome that he had to wear a knife even when he was wearing a scholar's robe.”
"How is he handsome? It's funny when I think of Yang Hao's dumbfounded look when he was scolded by others. Let's see if he still dares to bully women in the future.”
"Mo Li, you're Liu Kaijun's fan, so you're also watching Brother Hao's competition? I'm very curious."
"Wang Qiang! Don't ask me to copy your homework from now on.”
"Ah, I was wrong. Mo Li, please give me a chance."
"Alright, I'll give you a chance. When you buy the wine gourd, buy one for me too.”
"Alright, I'll send it to you when it arrives.”
"Everyone, look at Panda Music. In just an hour, the new Drunken Concubine has rushed to the top of the August chart. The numbers are still rising crazily.”
"Aiya, Love in the Mountain has also surpassed second place and become the new second place. It was too awesome. Brother Hao is mighty."
Qian Ya slammed her phone on the bed indignantly. What? Why did it all belong to Brother Hao? Didn't anyone notice that he had scolded so many women until they cried? Scum.
Mother Qian knocked on the door, and Qian Ya quickly turned off the lights. "Mom, I'm going to sleep."
"Alright, rest early. I still have to practice dancing tomorrow."
"Got it."
The footsteps outside faded away. Qian Ya couldn't help but turn on her phone and continue to browse through the group messages while lying under the sheets.
On the Internet, the topic of Yang Hao was also spreading like wildfire.
However, unlike the boys and girls in Class Three of the eighth grade, the top trending topic on the Internet was about the right to speak.
In the past, countless netizens were told that foreign things were good, foreign systems were the most advanced, and English was the most beautiful and practical language in the world.
But now, Yang Hao had used the power of speech and poetry to refute this point of view.
Only then did everyone suddenly wake up. That's right. It seems that we have never thought that the Chinese language is the most practical and beautiful language.
Why? Right to speak.
In the past, the ones who had the right to speak were those foreign media or those who thought they were representatives of the intellectual community.
Who was right and who was wrong? Was there a need to think about it? Learning 3,000 words in Chinese could be used for a lifetime, but could English do the same?
Could English achieve such a beautiful performance in Chinese poetry?
Why did he believe all this nonsense in the past?
The second most searched topic was the Chinese style. It had been mentioned for more than a month. During this period, many famous music producers had written some songs, but none of them were amazing.
Now, the new Chinese song with a dramatic tone had once again refreshed people's perception. It turned out that Chinese songs could be so good. This was the real Chinese song.
The third trending topic was about poetry. There were already people who had written modern poems, literary poems, seven-character poems, five-temperament poems, and Li Sao versions based on the poems that Yang Hao had read out. It caused a huge commotion.
There were also resourceful netizens who wrote similar poems and asked everyone to adapt them. They had a lot of fun online.
When Yang Hao returned to the rented apartment, a person suddenly walked out of the darkness and gave him a fright.
"Zhuowei, do you want to die? If you appear so suddenly and get too close to me, I'll have to send you to the hospital.”
"I know you like to catch a flight back on the same day. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Talk?"
"Not today, I'm exhausted. Either tomorrow or make it short.”
Zhuo Wei extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and let out a long breath."I'm afraid you've really gotten into big trouble this time.”
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"I'm also a reporter. After I became famous, someone came to look for me. You want me to post something bad about the country, you know. This time, the topic of your right to speak will definitely arouse their disgust and targeting.”
"Oh, is that so?" Yang Hao smiled indifferently. He knew how difficult his path would be and was already mentally prepared.
"This is not a joke. You are not going to face a woman or a child. Instead, it was the ideology of the entire European and American countries. They would do everything possible to slander you, slander you, ruin your reputation, and trample you into the mud.”
Yang Hao patted him on the shoulder." You're not bad. You're a Chinese with a conscience." Believe me, there are many people like you and me. One day, those people will become rats on the streets, and I will just be the pioneer. Do you remember what I told you before?”
"What words?"
"A true warrior dares to face the bleak life and the dripping blood. Alright, I'm going back to sleep. See you next time.”
After saying that, Yang Hao went upstairs with his big bag.
Zhuo Wei sighed. This guy really didn't care about life and death.
The next day, Yang Hao brought the clothes, headwear, and other items to the National Peking opera theater to return them to Old Master Mu.
Old Master Mu was very happy to see him. They chatted for a long time about the improvement of Beijing opera.
The old man was also a trendy person. He had been determined to carry forward Peking opera all his life. Now that he saw the effect of the opera tune on the song, he also had the idea of creating new Peking opera.
This topic was a little too deep for Yang Hao to continue.
However, he was very supportive of innovation. Anything that remained unchanged would only be eliminated.
Mu Yanran knew that he was here to return the things today, so she also came here. After saying a few words to the old man, they left together.
They went to eat first, then went to the Central Drama Academy to look for Director Liu.
This time, they needed to record rock and roll, which was more troublesome.
In Chinese opera, there were many people who played western music and folk music, but not many people played rock music.
However, Central Drama had a lot of connections, so they quickly found some experts over the phone.
When they heard that Yang Hao needed a rock band, they came without saying anything.
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