novelraw Chapter 5 I have to sit up to listen
Chapter 5 I have to sit up to listen
"Damn! I have to sit up and listen."
"Wow! It's so crispy!"
"Wow~ Is this really that good?"
"Dude, Chen Ming isn't just bragging, is he?"
The students whispered among themselves.
Tang Yuan opened his eyes, his mouth slightly agape.
Zhou Xu slowly loosened his clenched fist, his eyes flashing with disbelief.
Is this really their brother who eats and sleeps with them?
When did you become so amazing?
The guitar music continued to flow, Chen Ming's voice gentle yet firm:
"Gray roof tiles, a tranquil scene."
"The light reflects your beautiful face."
"Finally, the end of all wandering has been found."
Your smile ended the fatigue.
There is a short pause before the chorus begins.
The rustling sound of sycamore leaves rustling in the wind outside the window still lingers.
Then, Chen Ming's fingers traced a smooth arc across the strings.
The singing, like a stream awakened, flowed forth once more, this time clearer and brighter than before:
Never say "forever".
"So you won't think I'm unrealistic."
"Keep it as simple as you want it to be."
"It's a philosophy my mother taught me."
Simple lyrics, simple truths, yet he sang them with an almost innocent sincerity.
In the classroom, several boys who had been forcing themselves to maintain a skeptical expression found their lips unconsciously twitching.
Some people subconsciously nodded slightly in rhythm, some opened their mouths slightly, and some looked on with surprise.
And the girls.
The girl in the white dress sitting in the fourth row was gently covering her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes wide open, her pupils reflecting the figure holding a guitar on the stage.
She whispered to the girl next to her, "Oh no, I was just attracted to him because he's handsome, but now I think I'm actually falling for him."
"Me too..." another girl whispered in response, her voice tinged with laughter.
There were no exaggerated screams, no deliberate exclamations, but the expression of being moved by the music was impossible to hide.
Like the first rain of spring, it silently moistened the land.
You only know that the rain has come when you see the leaves are greener and the flowers are more vibrant.
On the podium, Chen Ming was completely immersed in his own world.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes casting faint shadows under his eyelids.
Long, slender fingers moved lightly across the strings, each chord change clean and crisp, without the slightest hesitation.
The light fell on his profile, outlining his clear facial features.
The nineteen-year-old boy still had a somewhat immature look on his face.
But his focused and absorbed expression gave him an appeal that transcended his age.
Just like the lyrics of his song.
My mind is filled with you, my heart is filled with you.
"Such small acts of love are so sweet in the big city."
"All I think about is you, everything I think about is you."
"A small love in this big city, devoted only to you."
sweet.
This word is common and ordinary, but when it flows from his singing at this moment, it carries an indescribable sincerity.
It wasn't deliberate sweetness or contrived romance, but rather a heartfelt and simple description of "liking."
Liking someone is such a simple thing.
I don't need to think too much, I don't need to worry too much, it's just simple, my heart is full of you, and all I see is you.
In the classroom, the students had long since shaken off their fatigue, their eyes sparkling.
Liao Mei leaned against the wall, her arms still crossed over her chest, but her previously serious expression had completely softened.
A smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.
It's shallow, but it's real.
As a veteran music history teacher with twenty years of experience, she has heard countless student performances.
Some are technically skilled but emotionally empty, some are emotionally rich but technically clumsy, and some have both but always seem to lack a certain "soul".
And Chen Ming's song "Big City, Small Love".
Liao Mei nodded silently to herself.
In terms of skill, both her guitar playing and singing have reached a level far exceeding that of first-year university students;
Emotionally, the warm and sweet atmosphere is created just right; any more would be cloying, any less would be bland.
What's even more remarkable is the "spirit" of this song.
It doesn't pretend to be profound or force itself to be deep; it simply sings of a simple liking.
But it is precisely this “simplicity” that makes it all the more precious in today’s increasingly complex world.
Just as Chen Ming described last week: in the vast city, small romances seem even sweeter and more precious.
He not only said it, but he also brought it to life through music.
And it was presented so naturally, so movingly.
Liao Mei's gaze fell on Chen Ming, her eyes filled with appreciation, satisfaction, and a hint of pride.
These are her students.
Although she never taught him how to create.
But that doesn't stop her from being proud.
The guitar music gradually faded, and the last few notes, like morning dew, slowly evaporated in the sunlight and dissipated into the air.
Chen Ming put down his guitar, stood up, and bowed slightly to the audience.
The classroom was completely silent.
then.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
Applause erupted from the side of the classroom.
It's Liao Mei.
She had lowered her arms from behind at some point and was now clapping her hands rhythmically, each clap forcefully, her eyes fixed on Chen Ming with surprise, admiration, and satisfaction in them.
Followed by.
The students seemed to snap out of their reverie at that moment and began to applaud.
When the first person started clapping, the second, the third... the applause quickly joined in, warm and sincere.
"Holy crap! That's awesome!"
Someone shouted, their voice filled with laughter and amazement.
The applause gradually subsided, but the lingering excitement in the classroom still filled the air.
"Damn, Chen Ming, you're awesome!" Zhang Wei, the class monitor and bespectacled boy in the back row, exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "That song was absolutely amazing!"
"Exactly!" A girl next to her nodded repeatedly. "I thought you were just bragging last week, but it turns out it was true!"
"When will this song be released? I definitely need to download it!"
"Add one, add one!"
"Chen Ming, did you secretly sign up for some master class? Your skill level is off the charts!"
A mix of teasing and praise filled the classroom, making it as lively as if a mini-concert had just taken place.
On the podium, Liao Mei raised her hand and gently pressed it down. Once the sound was quieter, she smiled and said, "Alright, alright, is everyone awake now?"
"Wake up! Wake up!"
"Teacher, you're so clear-headed!"
"One more song!"
Someone shouted, half-jokingly.
Liao Mei smiled and shook her head: "One more song is not possible, we still have class, and besides..."
She looked at Chen Ming and said, "Such a good song should be left for us to enjoy; we can't listen to it all at once."
A collective sigh filled the classroom, as if everyone had missed the aftertaste of a grand feast.
Just then, Bai Xier, the short-haired girl in the fourth row, quietly shook her phone and whispered to her deskmate, "Luckily I had the foresight to secretly record a video when Chen Ming went up."