The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 58 They all chose the wrong opponent

commissary in charge of literature and art?

A boy?
Xu Huanshan couldn't find the right words to describe it for a moment, and could only joke in the end:
"Did he apply to the wrong school? I think it's a real pity that someone with his looks doesn't go to an arts school and instead pursues a career in the entertainment industry."

"Maybe it's just a hobby?"

Gu Jia didn't say it explicitly, but she knew in her heart that it would be a real waste for Yang Muye to develop his career in the entertainment industry.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" Xu Huanshan's voice rang out again.

Gu Jia suddenly felt a little guilty.

"How would I know?"

Xu Huanshan nodded: "That's right. These kinds of guys are usually picky eaters, so why would they give up a whole forest for one tree?"

There was even a hint of envy in his tone.

If Gu Jia had heard this before, she would have definitely questioned Xu Huanshan, but now she actually felt that what Xu Huanshan said made a lot of sense.

Just as the two were talking, Hu Youyu started playing and singing on his guitar.

Without the whistling accompaniment, it felt much less satisfying.

However, this kid is indeed talented. He can remember most of the pieces after hearing them only once, and he can get by with his experience and good musical sense when he doesn't remember the parts.

If we consider Yang Muyi's version as a perfect score of 100, Hu Youyu's cover version would probably get around 70 or 80 points.

Yang Muyi didn't rush to give his comments. Instead, he first asked Cheng Feng, Xia Qing, Xu Hongdou, Chen Nanxing, Guan Wen, and Ding Ning, who were sitting at the same table, what they thought.

“I think it’s pretty impressive that you can sing like this after hearing it only once,” Xia Qing said first.

Guan Wen nodded in agreement.

She and Xia Qing, one the Youth League branch secretary and the other the class monitor, hit it off immediately upon their first meeting.

It's a pity we weren't in the same class.

Chen Nanxing nudged Xu Hongdou with his elbow.

"I feel very good."

Xu Hongdou put down the melon seeds in her hand and answered very seriously.

Chen Nanxing was a little dumbfounded.

This is a song written by Yang Muyi himself, you should at least say a few more words about it!

Under pressure from her best friend's gaze, Xu Hongdou had no choice but to speak again:
"The difference is that the two singers have different feelings. When Yang Muyi sings, you can feel the smugness between the lines... it's the feeling of money. But this guy's cover is just a little bit off."

Xu Hongdou gestured as if she were pinching something with two fingers.

Hu Youyu nodded humbly and said self-deprecatingly, "Indeed, the difference in feelings is huge. Every word I sang in this song expresses one word: poor!"

If he weren't poor, he wouldn't have come here to sing for money.

Cheng Feng stood up and comforted him, "Alright, buddy, the worst you can do is beg for food. If you don't die, you'll eventually succeed. At least you've earned these two hundred yuan."

As he handed Hu Youyu two hundred yuan, he also bought him a beer.

Hu Youyu raised his glass to toast everyone present, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then picked up his guitar and walked over to the table where the older man had just been sitting.

Before long, the familiar melody and singing rang out again.

Taking this opportunity, Gu Jia and Xu Huanshan also came over.

Upon seeing them, the class committee members from both classes stood up and warmly invited the two to sit at their table.

Finally, at the suggestion of the food stall owner, everyone pushed the three tables together and sat down around them. Gu Jia and Xu Huanshan sat in the middle, and next to Gu Jia sat the class committee members of the Industrial Management class, starting with Guan Wen, Xie Meilan and three other girls, followed by Ding Ning, Shen Lei and the four from class 203.

Sitting next to Xu Huanshan were the class committee members of the Tourism Management class, starting with Xia Qing, Xu Hongdou, Chen Nanxing, and Zhu Suosuo, a total of six girls and four boys.

The male-to-female ratio is exactly the opposite in the two classes.

After sitting down, Xu Huanshan noticed that the four male class committee members of the Tourism Management class were not very active, and they had completely lost the enthusiasm they had shown in front of the female classmates when they were running for class officers in the previous class meeting.

Yang Muyi only sang one song, and it affected them all like this?

Xu Huanshan looked curiously at the "instigator".

"Makino-kun, did you write that song yourself?"

"Yes, I jotted it down casually while learning to play guitar during the holidays," Yang Muye readily admitted.

Xu Hongdou and Zhu Suosuo both cast disdainful glances at them.

Why not make up friends out of thin air this time?

"What's the song called?"

"If one day I become very rich."

The song title—

Xu Huanshan can only be described as blunt.

Even at this moment, Xu Huanshan did not connect this song with Yang Muye's hidden identity as a wealthy man.

Gu Jia, however, was quite curious: "Weren't you guys supposed to be out for barbecue? Why did you suddenly decide to sing karaoke?"

Xia Qing glanced at the four male class committee members in her class who were avoiding eye contact, and took the initiative to take the blame herself.

"When we first came to introduce ourselves, we heard that Yang Muye was the art and literature representative of the Industrial Management class, which we found quite interesting. Just then, that guy came over with his guitar and asked if we wanted to request a song, so we encouraged Yang Muye to sing one."

And then he got slapped in the face?
Gu Jia glanced at the male class committee members of the Tourism Management class and suddenly felt a little sorry for the four kids.

At the age when you most want to show yourself, you encounter the most invincible opponent.

Finally, Gu Jia's gaze turned to Yang Muye.

"After the start of the semester, the college student union and the Youth League Committee held a series of welcome competitions, including a singing competition. It seems that our class has found the most suitable contestant."

"Senior, you can be bolder and just say that the championship already belongs to our class."

Cheng Feng answered for Yang Muye in a very arrogant tone.

Not only did no one in the Industrial Management class speak up, but even the Tourism Management class tacitly accepted this view.

The power of a song is terrifying!
Seeing that the male class committee members of the Tourism Management class were all feeling overwhelmed and couldn't lift their heads, Xu Huanshan, as the class counselor, also felt somewhat embarrassed. So he changed the subject and started talking about the student council recruitment that would take place soon after the start of the semester.

"I suggest that everyone here join the student union if possible. It not only provides opportunities to develop your skills and expand your network, but it also greatly helps with job hunting, civil service exams, postgraduate admissions, and staying on as a faculty member after graduation."

After finishing his speech, Xu Huanshan began asking each person which department of the student union they wanted to join, and he would also give some helpful suggestions to those who hadn't decided yet.

In the Tourism Management class, apart from Xu Hongdou who agreed to consider joining the Academic Department under Chen Nanxing's "threat," the rest of the students were quite interested in joining the Student Union.

The situation is similar in the Industrial Management field, except for Yang Muyi and Cheng Feng.

"We both have a lot of things to do, and we even need others to help us with some of the work of the class committee. The student council really doesn't have time."

Yang Muye put it mildly, but Cheng Feng was much less polite, bluntly stating that unless he was certain of becoming a minister, joining the student union would be nothing more than being a free slave.

If you get tricked into this in your freshman year and regret it, you can only get out in your sophomore year. Isn't that just plain stupid?

(End of this chapter)