novelraw Chapter 48 Sweating profusely, brother
Chapter 48 Sweating profusely, brother
The comments section is already buzzing.
【What kind of divine question is this?】
[This is the first time I've ever heard someone ask me this, hahaha]
Are you writing a paper, student?
[Ethnic style related? The vocal music department has it! Classes are next Monday and Thursday!]
[Rock? More like pop music! Tuesday's "Modern Pop Music Appreciation" is all about rock!]
[Which department is this student in? So curled up!]
【Pure and Curly King!】
Maybe she wants to audit the class; not auditing classes in college is like wasting your time.
[Hilarious! I've been in college for three years, and this is the first time I've seen someone actively ask where they can audit classes.]
Once someone started talking, the other students also began to talk about the related courses in their own classes.
Upon closer inspection, Chen Ming discovered that there were actually quite a few courses.
Chen Ming wrote down all the courses that did not overlap with his original courses.
The next afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.
After finishing his class, Chen Ming glanced at the memo on his phone.
That was the course information he copied from the comments section of the school wall last night.
Monday afternoon 3:40-5:20, Teaching Building 3205, Music Appreciation, Vocal Performance Department, First Year.
He put away his phone, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed towards the teaching building.
Students walked down the corridor one after another, carrying books; some were going to class, and some had just finished class.
Without exception, someone would always cast a curious glance at him, and then hurry away.
Chen Ming walked while looking at the house number.
3201, 3202, 3203...
Arrived.
The door was ajar, the school bell hadn't rung yet, and you could faintly hear students chatting inside.
Chen Ming gently pushed open the back door and quietly walked in.
There were more than 30 people in the classroom, most of them looking down at their phones or chatting.
There were a few empty seats in the back row, and Chen Ming chose the one in the far corner and sat down quietly.
He put his things in the drawer, then took out his phone to browse novel websites, waiting for class to start.
Everything was natural.
It's as if he was always supposed to be sitting here.
But some people are destined not to keep a low profile.
A boy sitting diagonally in front of Chen Ming turned around unintentionally and caught a glimpse of the face in the back row.
He froze for a moment.
Then, his eyes slowly widened.
Holy crap.
He let out a very soft gasp, then nudged his roommate next to him with his elbow.
"What?" My roommate was looking down at her phone when she got annoyed by the poking and looked up.
She followed the boy's gaze.
Then he was stunned.
"Is that Chen Ming?"
"Nonsense, who else could it be!"
"Why is he in our class?!"
"They might be here to audit the class."
"Damn, he's so awesome, why is he auditing classes?"
The two looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.
Shock, and a slight sense of disorientation, as if wondering, "Am I dreaming?"
The news spread like wildfire among the students in the back row.
"Chen Ming came to audit the class!"
"Really? Where?"
"The one in the white shirt in the back corner!"
"Holy crap, it really is him."
Why did he come to audit our class?
"Can't someone want to learn more?"
"But...he's already so talented, why is he auditing classes?"
A girl with a ponytail turned her head and secretly glanced at that corner.
Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on that person.
A white shirt, a clean profile, and he's looking down attentively taking notes.
She looked away, her eyes darting around, and whispered to her best friend beside her, "Hey, do you think he might have come because he likes me?"
Her best friend rolled her eyes at her and chuckled in a low voice, "The biggest delusion of my life: he likes me! Stop dreaming, baby!"
The girl with the ponytail laughed and waved her hand, "Oh, I was just joking!"
My best friend raised an eyebrow and deliberately wrote loudly, "The girls who want to date him could line up from our class to theirs!!! Get in line!"
"Can't I be in the first row?"
"That's a seat in the first row, not seat number one!"
The two covered their mouths and burst into laughter.
The laughter was soft, like a breeze in the quiet classroom.
In the corridor, Fu Yun and her roommate were walking towards classroom 3205.
"Hurry, hurry, we're going to be late." Fu Yun glanced at her phone and quickened her pace.
His roommate, standing beside him, asked with a smile, "Didn't you rarely take these kinds of appreciation classes before? What's been going on lately?"
Fu Yun continued walking and casually replied:
"Things have changed recently; the past is different."
"What's different?"
"Don't you know? I lost to Chen Ming in the 'Chinese Singer' competition."
My roommate nodded: "I know, so what?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Yun's tone became more serious:
"Later I heard that even though Chen Ming was already so strong, he still attended classes on time every day, no matter what the course was, and never missed a class."
"They're so talented and hardworking, I feel I shouldn't slack off."
My roommate paused for a moment, then laughed: "Wow, you're actually motivated after being discouraged?"
"What else can we do?" Fu Yun laughed. "We can't just lie there forever."
The two walked to the back door of the classroom.
My roommate suddenly remembered something and casually said:
"Speaking of which, people these days are really terrifying. They're so talented and hardworking. Last night I saw someone post on the school wall asking where there were rock music and folk music classes, hoping to audit them. Can you believe how competitive that is..."
Fu Yun nodded, about to reply.
Then, he stopped in his tracks.
His gaze passed through the half-closed door and landed on the corner of the back row of the classroom.
There sat a man in a white shirt.
Her profile was clean, her head was down, and she was looking at her phone.
Fu Yun's pupils contracted slightly.
That figure...
That profile...
That posture...
"Holy crap?" His roommate followed his gaze and was also stunned.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Then, in a very short time, he figured something out and let out a barely audible gasp: "So the person who said he wanted to audit classes on the school wall yesterday was Chen Ming?!"
No one answered him.
He turned to look at Fu Yun.
Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
Fine beads of sweat were visibly seeping from Fu Yun's temples.
The beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, glistening.
Fu Yun's hands trembled slightly as she took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped her temples.
Once, twice.
The tissue quickly became damp in a small area.
My roommate opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.
He just stared blankly at Fu Yun, watching him wipe his sweat, watching him take a deep breath, watching him try to calm his expression.
My roommate sighed silently to himself.
Good guy.
Are you under that much pressure from Chen Ming, bro?
I was sweating profusely.
Fu Yun finally finished wiping away the sweat and clutched the tissue in her hand.
He took a deep breath, pushed open the back door, and went inside.
His steps were light, but he felt as if each step was on his own heartbeat.
No one in the classroom noticed him.
When the bell rang, most people's attention went to the podium, or they secretly glanced at the corner in the back row.
Fu Yun found a seat and sat down.
Just two rows diagonally in front of Chen Ming.
He didn't dare to look back.
He just sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the blackboard, but he didn't hear a single word.
Only one thought kept repeating in my mind:
Chen Ming was right behind me.
Chen Ming is listening to the classes I usually skip.
Chen Ming...
He suddenly remembered what he had said in the corridor earlier.
"They're so talented and hardworking, I feel I shouldn't slack off."
Now, that "person" is sitting right behind him.
Fu Yun suddenly felt that she was sitting up straighter.
In the back corner, Chen Ming was still looking down, diligently taking notes.
He seemed completely oblivious to the commotion around him.
They didn't notice the furtive glances directed their way.
They didn't notice Fu Yun's stiff steps as she walked in.
He simply listened attentively to the teacher's explanation on the podium, occasionally jotting down a line in his notebook.
The wind blew through the window, rustling the leaves.
On the platform, the teacher continued lecturing.
"The transmission of ethnic music is mainly through oral and personal instruction, emphasizing the presentation of aesthetic beauty and the grasp of its essence. In fact, there are many kinds and a wide range of genres. The folk songs from various regions that you see online every day are actually a kind of ethnic music. Now let's listen to what ethnic music was like a hundred years ago..."
A class period goes by very quickly.
On the podium, the teacher was still playing that recording of folk music from a hundred years ago. The melodious tune drifted out from the speakers, carrying a sense of the vicissitudes of time.
Chen Ming listened attentively, tilting his head back.
At the same time, the progress bar in my mind finally came to an end.
[Loading complete: 100%]
[Congratulations, host, you have obtained a new song: "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style"]
Chen Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.
What's the coolest thing?
He blinked, and the full information about the song began to flood his mind.
Melody, lyrics, arrangement, and that...
How should I put it? The atmosphere of square dancing is overwhelming.
This song is quite interesting.
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
The classroom suddenly became lively, filled with the sounds of chairs being moved, backpacks zipping, and students chatting and laughing.
Chen Ming closed his laptop, packed his things, and got up to walk towards the back door.
Their steps were unhurried, as quiet as when they arrived.
Fu Yun stared at the blackboard, his body stiff as a stone.
Only when the white-shirted figure in his peripheral vision walked past the back row and disappeared through the door did he finally dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
"call--"
This breath was deep and long, as if he had been holding it in for the entire class.
My roommate leaned over, a mischievous look on his face: "Gone?"
"I'm leaving." Fu Yun nodded, her voice still a little weak.
His roommate looked at him and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Is it really that serious? You acted like you were going through a tribulation last class."
Fu Yun didn't say anything, but just looked down at her shirt.
My back was soaked.
The temples had just been dried, but now fine beads of sweat were seeping out again.
He silently took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his face again.
"I'm going back to change my clothes," he said, standing up.
My roommate followed beside me, laughing as he walked, "You're drenched in sweat, bro! You're really drenched in sweat!"
Fu Yun ignored him and quickened her pace toward the dormitory.
But he knew in his heart that this lesson, though agonizing, was worth it.
Chen Ming was sitting in the back.
Fu Yun didn't use his phone or get distracted during the entire class; he sat up straight and listened attentively.
If word got out, his parents would be moved to tears.
The pressure was so great that he couldn't help but pay close attention in class.
He needs to strive to evolve!
One day, when he faces Chen Ming, he won't be drenched in sweat!
Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.
The classroom gradually emptied out.
On the podium, Teacher Wang Bao slowly tidied up his lesson plan, but the expression on his face was not as calm as usual.
He couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.
Their eyes were frighteningly bright.
As soon as the last student left the classroom, he immediately took out his phone, opened the teachers' group chat, and typed rapidly:
"Oh my, my dear brothers and sisters, Chen Ming audited my class today!"
send.
The group was silent for two seconds.
Then, the news started to explode:
【? ? ? ? ? ? 】
What? Chen Ming went to your class?
[Wang Bao, are you serious?]
Why doesn't he attend my major-related classes?!
I don't believe it unless there are photos.
[Yes, yes, yes! Where are the photos!]
Looking at the screen full of question marks, Wang Bao's smile widened.
He continued typing:
"No photos, but he really came! He sat in the back corner and listened to the whole class! When I was talking about folk music, he listened attentively the whole time, and sometimes he even nodded!"
After sending the message, he put his phone in his pocket, picked up his lesson plan, and walked out of the classroom with an air of arrogance.
Just one word.
Cool!
The group chat exploded.
[Wang Bao, don't go! Explain yourself!]
Why did he attend your appreciation class instead of my bel canto class?!
Isn't my pop music analysis great?!
Wang Baochun is just incredibly lucky!!!
Jealousy caused my plasmolysis to break down.
[+1, my face is completely lemon-colored now]
【Wang Bao, come back here!!!】
An elderly professor who teaches bel canto quietly posted a message:
"I've been teaching for thirty years, and this is the first time I've ever envied someone who teaches an art appreciation course."
Below it was a row of "+1".
You know, appreciation courses are called appreciation courses to put it nicely, but to put it bluntly, they're just easy courses!
Chen Ming actually said he'd rather take an appreciation class than his bel canto class!
Sad~
......
Meanwhile, the campus wall is also being updated rapidly.
A new post has just been published, and the title alone is explosive:
[Shocking! I've found out who the student who anonymously asked about music class yesterday was! It was Chen Ming! He taught our music appreciation class today!]
The poster was clearly one of the people in the classroom just now, and the caption was full of excitement:
"Fellow family members, who would understand?! I was looking down at my phone when I looked up and saw Chen Ming sitting in the back row! In person! His profile was amazing! He listened to the entire lecture, so attentively! He left right after class, but his whole aura was completely different! I still haven't recovered!"
The comment section was instantly flooded with comments:
【？？？？？】
[Chen Ming went to audit a class?!]
[If he's so awesome, why would he audit classes?!]
I'm dumbfounded, what kind of divine scroll is this?
[The king of curls, the cabbage among cabbages]
[While others are already so famous, they're still in class, while I'm just lounging around in my dorm.]
Stop talking, I'm already reflecting on my actions.
So, the person who asked about the lesson yesterday was Chen Ming?
[It's confirmed! It's him!]
He asked about rock music classes, folk music classes, and even traditional Chinese music classes. Today he went to a folk music class, which shows he's really learning!
Holy crap... is this why he was able to write "A Discourse on the Youth of China"?
This is terrifying, this is terrifying, I need to go study.
[+1, roll it up! We can't let Chen Ming fall too far behind!]
Some students also lamented in the comments section:
Why doesn't he come to our class to audit?! We also have a music appreciation class! And it even covers folk music!
[Our class has one next week! Chen Ming, come quick!]
[The vocal music department has invited me to audit their class!]
[The Popular Music Department has invited me to audit their class!]
[Composition Department: He's already in our department, no need to invite him]
[Hahahaha, the composition department is really showing off their Versailles style!]