"Aren, how has Grandma been recently?”
Lu Yuan walked into the Baodao Music Academy with a cardboard box filled with milk tea in his arms. He suddenly thought of something and said to Zhou Xiaolun, who was also holding a cardboard box.
"Not bad, very energetic. Recently, I even joined a senior travel group, saying that I'm going back to the mainland to see the beautiful rivers and mountains!”
"Right!"
"My mom keeps nagging that you haven't been home for a long time.”
Zhou Xiaolun replied.
…
Today was October 8th, and the holidays were over. The school, which had been quiet for a few days, was once again lively.
Lu Yuan and Zhou Xiaolun were hugging milk tea and desserts to thank their classmates for their support of the album," Jay Lu." Both of them would never forget the first day of the album's release. The students lined up in the record store to buy the album, especially Ke Teng. He held a small loudspeaker and kept shouting,"
"Everyone, if you have the ability, buy a few more. It'll be more prestigious if you take them home and give them to your relatives and friends as gifts!”
"Everyone must have one. We're all classmates. Let's support our schoolmate, Lu Yuan!”
…
"Come, everyone, let's take a photo with Lu Yuan! Our future Heavenly King, Zhou Xiaolun, is also there!”
"Isn't this more cost-effective than an autographed photo?"
"I'm telling you, you've made a killing! Everyone, why don't you buy a few more albums and support them…"
"Did anyone bring a camera?"
"Hurry!"
"Hand it over!"
…
The two of them were half a step apart.
She quickly reached the music arrangement department's teaching building, but she was still a little late. When the bell rang, she was still two floors away.
…
On the other side.
In the music arrangement department, Professor Zhang Jingyang, who had helped Lu Yuan so much, was holding a thick textbook, Harmony, and was waiting by the door. When the bell rang, he walked in.
His dignified gaze swept across the entire classroom.
He didn't see his favorite student, Lu Yuan, and his brows furrowed slightly. His index finger knocked on the table on the podium.
The old man was a little unhappy.
"How…"
"Our great composer skipped class again?”
He asked in a deep voice.
…
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan carried the cardboard box and stood at the front door of the classroom.
Ke Teng, who was his deskmate, saw Lu Yuan at a glance. His face immediately revealed a brilliant smile. From afar, he winked at Lu Yuan...
"Cough!"
"You still know how to come to class?"
When Professor Zhang Jingyang saw Lu Yuan, he felt proud, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Quickly return to your seat."
"You're late for this class…"
As Professor Zhang Jingyang spoke, he opened his black leather notebook and wrote down the word 'late' on the attendance form.
…
"Professor Zhang, I have prepared some milk tea and desserts for the students.”
Lu Yuan said.
As soon as he finished speaking, in the classroom, under Ke Teng's lead, there was a sudden uproar of "wah wah" and "I didn't dote on you for nothing"!
Professor Zhang raised his head and suddenly fell silent.
"Send it after class."
He said in a deep voice with a straight face.
Lu Yuan placed the cardboard box by the podium and walked to Ke Teng, who was winking at him. Zhou Xiaolun, too, carried the cardboard boxes and stacked them on top of the previous one. Just as he was about to leave, he was about to leave.
However, Professor Zhang's voice exploded in her ears."
"You go to the back to listen to the lesson too!"
Zhou Xiaolun raised his head and met Professor Zhang's stern gaze. Then, he obediently walked to the last row of the classroom.
…
Zhou Xiaolun's album sales had already exceeded 600,000. He wasn't too far away from becoming a C-list singer and could be considered to be slightly famous. Lu Yuan's classmates were all excited when he sat in the classroom.
"Today, we will talk about the functional harmonies created by the European classical music school!”
Professor Zhang Jingyang's loud voice echoed in the classroom.
…
Perhaps it was because he knew that in the future, he would have fewer and fewer opportunities to sit in the classroom like now. Lu Yuan actually enjoyed this moment very much.
He only felt that…
The sunlight shining through the window was exceptionally bright. The old professor's white hair made one's heart ache. The black and white handwriting was strong and clear…
At this moment.
His deskmate, Ke Teng, secretly used his elbow to touch Lu Yuan's arm.
Then, a small note was drawn in front of him.
'Ah Yuan, are you rich? How many albums were sold? Brother, don't forget each other when you're rich!
…
Lu Yuan wanted to laugh. He picked up his pen and replied,"
" 600,000 copies sold for more than 20 million!'
He thought about it a little.
Smiling, he continued to write:
"Call me daddy!"
…
"F * ck!"
His deskmate, Ke Teng, suddenly widened his eyes and stood up, shouting in shock!
In the classroom, all eyes were on Ke Teng.
He kept apologizing and sat down again under the old professor's dissatisfied gaze.
Ke Teng stared at Lu Yuan. Then, another piece of paper was pushed in front of Lu Yuan."
'Dad! Father! Daddy!
…
Next.
For half a class, Lu Yuan saw Ke Teng, his deskmate, act like a paper note delivery station and a transfer station. He quickly wrote down one paper note after another, and all the paper notes were sent to all directions of the classroom!
" Brothers, Ah Yuan's album has sold for more than 20 million RMB!'
'Extra! Extra! Jay Lu had already sold 600,000 copies! My son is really awesome!
"It's on fire!"
" Ah Yuan has really become a famous composer!'
'Is there anyone who wants to cling onto someone's thigh? Come and register with me first!
…
Lu Yuan caught a glimpse of the paper slips that were handed back."
"F * ck!"
'Really? 600,000? Lu Yuan is awesome!
" In just over a month, one album, and it's the first one, has sold 600,000 copies. This is something that many B-list singers can't do, right?'
"It's really popular!"
'Ah Yuan! Bah…Dad! Daddy!
…
Professor Zhang Jingyang was watching everything that was happening.
Feeling the changing atmosphere, he placed his hand on the podium. A thick smile flashed across his turbid eyes…Youth was so good…
He might as well stop lecturing.
He closed the book.
"Hurry up and split the milk tea!”
The old man opened his eyes and glared at Lu Yuan, his favorite student, as he reprimanded.
…
"Coming!"
Lu Yuan started laughing.
"Let me help!"
Ke Teng was the most enthusiastic when it came to this.
There was a cup of milk tea and a few desserts on each table.
The old professor stuffed a tape into his radio and played Zhou Xiaolun's " Black Humor."
…
Happy times were always short. After class, Professor Zhang asked Lu Yuan to make a trip to his office.
Zhou Xiaolun was pestered by his classmates to ask him all kinds of questions, autographs, and photos…
"Professor Zhang, it's all thanks to you."
In the long corridor.
Lu Yuan helped the old professor with his books and teacup. He deliberately took half a step back and called out to him when he turned around the stairwell.
"You guys did well."
Professor Zhang replied.
" I've earned some money and want to set up a bursary fund in the school to help poor students, such as Zhang Yingying. I know that her family's financial situation isn't very good. She usually eats steamed buns, but she can still save money and buy one of my albums. I'm very grateful.”
"The name of the fund can be anything, as long as it doesn't associate me and Aren…"
"I plan to invest one million yuan for the first round of investment!”
Lu Yuan said continuously.
He really did not lack money now, nor did he care about money.
…
After walking out of the teaching building, Professor Zhang Jingyang stopped and looked at Lu Yuan seriously. Then, he said heavily,"
"I didn't misjudge you!"
…
Not long after, in the old professor's office.
Professor Zhang personally poured a cup of tea for Lu Yuan and sat beside this 'proud student'.
He asked in detail.
The old professor patiently guided his student, afraid that he would get carried away and only be short-lived…
"Do you have any new plans?"
Professor Zhang asked.
"Alan and I want to further expand our album to the mainland, but we lack some channels and platforms. The platforms that we can contact now are all very expensive.”
Lu Yuan thought for a moment and answered honestly.
…
Hearing that, Professor Zhang Jingyang looked thoughtful.
Soon, he remembered something.
"I called you here today because of something. On October 10th, there will be a high-profile music salon at Baodao University. At that time, there will be many A-list singers, including Na Yin, Sun Nan…and even a few Heavenly Kings…I heard that it will be Zhang Xueyou, Huang Jiaju, and Xu Guanjie…They will all be there!”
Professor Zhang Jingyang said in a deep voice.
He recited one name after another. They were all the top singers and singers of the moment!
Lu Yuan was shocked when he heard this.
When he heard 'Huang Jiaju', he felt a little excited. This top-notch existence had avoided that accident in this spacetime and was still alive.
…
"This salon will be broadcasted live on both the TV stations in Taiwan and Xiangjiang. It will be about the best music.”
"I think…if you and Zhou Xiaolun go and listen to it together, it will be of great help to your music career!”
"When the time comes, knowing some people will be enough for you to open up the mainland market!”
"I have two spots in my hands. I will recommend you to go over…"
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