1994: From a young man from a small town to a second-generation resident of Shanghai

In the school's study room.

Chen Yongzheng was discussing the script with two other members of the screenwriting team.

Zhang Xiting took out a notebook and placed it in front of the two of them. "This is the script I prepared in advance. You can take a look."

Chen Yong glanced at the pure and beautiful girl opposite him in surprise. Zhang Xiting was very pleasing to the eye. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also well-developed. Among girls of the same age, her appearance would rank in the top one in ten thousand, and her figure was the same.

"You've done all that, it makes us feel really bad."

Zhang Xiting was already used to Chen Yong being a hands-off manager. "I was afraid something might happen that would delay things, so I prepared in advance."

Wang Tianbo was a little embarrassed. The girls were eager to do the work.

Chen Yong glanced at the script and planned a 20-minute performance that would tell a touching story from the War of Resistance against Japan.

When Chen Yong was looking for a script about the War of Resistance Against Japan, he immediately thought of the classic war drama "Bright Sword," which has so many memorable scenes.

Chen Yong vividly remembered the adjutant's words: "Yamamoto, I'll curse your ancestors. Surrender or not, give me a straight answer."

And then there's Li Yunlong's line: "Second Battalion Commander, bring my Italian cannon over here!"

Chen Yong felt that these famous scenes could be incorporated into the film.

The theme remains the same: the War of Resistance against Japan.

Zhang Xiting should be more accepting of this arrangement.

"I think we can change it like this."

Chen Yong wrote down his thoughts and then showed them to Zhang Xiting and Wang Tianbo.

After reading it, Wang Tianbo kept praising it, "Squad leader, how did you come up with such a wonderful plot? The lines are so great! I even want to take this script and act it out myself."

After seeing it, Zhang Xiting found it hard to accept that Chen Yong was so amazing, feeling that her own efforts were insignificant in the face of his talent.

"Did you plan this all along?"

"No, it's mainly because you decided on the theme of the War of Resistance against Japan, so I made some changes to the original one."

Zhang Xiting scoffed inwardly, thinking that Chen Yong was just being considerate of her feelings.

Considering how excellent the script is, I'll let it go.

As a result, Chen Yong's script for "Bright Sword" was approved, with Zhang Xiting and Wang Tianbo making revisions to the details and transitions.

"Chen Yong, there's something you haven't considered."

"What is it?"

"Stage plays need background music, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced. Moreover, we are the scriptwriters, and we are also under time pressure, so we have to compose the music ourselves."

So serious!

Chen Yongzhen was so moved by Zhang Xiting's dedication that he found her a whole bunch of things to do.

"But none of us have had any music training, how are we going to compose music?" Wang Tianbo said with a bitter face. He was only good at literature, but knew nothing about music.

"I took music training classes in middle school, so it should be fine. Come with me to the school's music room; I borrowed one from the music club."

It turns out that Zhang Xiting had made preparations in advance and had taken all of this into consideration.

The multi-purpose music room is well-equipped.

Such conditions are rare among universities nationwide.

They have pianos, drum kits, and other instruments.

There are even professional recording studios.

This makes it even more rare, as a professional recording set costs at least several hundred thousand.

It has to be said that Fudan University is really rich and powerful.

Getting into a good university is a huge win.

Zhang Xiting's friends from the music club are waiting for her.

"Senior, we're here."

"Junior girls and junior boys are here! We've been waiting for you for ages. What kind of music are you planning to record?"

The senior student who had been waiting there was very attentive to Zhang Xiting. It was obvious to everyone that he was very interested in her.

"Class monitor, look at that senior, he seems to have a crush on the Youth League secretary."

"So what if it's interesting? What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of?"

Wang Tianbo blushed. Who wouldn't like a pretty class monitor? But he knew that with his limited abilities, the class monitor would definitely not be interested in him.

"Everyone in the class is saying you like the class monitor, how can you bear to watch the class monitor get together with someone else?"

Damn it—who the hell created Huangyao?

When did he ever express his feelings for Zhang Xiting? He never dates people close to him unless they offer themselves up.

"Don't talk nonsense, go with them."

"What are you two talking about! Come here!"

When Zhang Xiting saw Chen Yong, she took the initiative to keep a certain distance from Wei Tao, who was standing next to her, to maintain a normal social distance.

"Senior Wei, we're preparing to perform a war drama, and we need to use three kinds of music, corresponding to the beginning, climax, and ending."

"That's easy. I can compose it for you right now, play it for you first, and then revise it if there's anything that's not right."

Wei Tao had prepared everything in advance, even staying up all night to do it, all to show off his talent to his junior.

He had prepared three pieces of music in advance, and now he's using them all.

"Your playing is really good, even your use of the drum set is so good."

Zhang Xiting then asked Chen Yong, "Do you think it's usable?"

Zhang Xiting acknowledged Chen Yong's level of connoisseurship.

"Actually, I have the idea too, Senior Wei. Can I give it a try?"

Zhang Xiting asked him for advice, but it was probably inconvenient for him to say. In fact, although the senior's technique was good, the music he created was actually quite average and didn't quite fit their script.

Wei Tao looked somewhat displeased. "Even the junior has approved, and you're still being picky?"

"sure."

He wanted to see what kind of music this junior could produce.

Chen Yong has a vast repertoire of songs in his head.

The most classic piece of music is undoubtedly the background music for the scene of the Japanese invaders entering the village. Once this music is played, it can be said that all Chinese people can understand it.

After the performance, Zhang Xiting clapped and cheered continuously, "Class monitor, you were prepared, weren't you!"

This was the first time she had ever called Chen Yong "squad leader." She had been somewhat unconvinced before, but now she was completely convinced and called him "squad leader" wholeheartedly.

"Not really, it was something I came up with on the spur of the moment. You guys probably haven't heard of it before, and I didn't even write out the sheet music."

"Squad leader, then you're really awesome."

Wei Tao's face stiffened. He hadn't expected this junior to be so capable. What he found hardest to accept was that the junior clearly had more affection for her class monitor.

As a man, he has reasons not to admit defeat.

He lost this first encounter.

But it's alright, he has also prepared a program for the National Day gala, and he will prove himself in front of all the students at the time.

Chen Yong then went to the recording studio and prepared three background music tracks. "The Japanese Invaders" was a must, and the other two were selected from "Bright Sword".

In one night, the three of them managed to get the script and music sorted out.

Next, he needs to prepare costumes, props, and sets, as well as rehearsals; these are not his responsibility.

After finishing his work, Wang Tianbo stretched his back. He had been busy all night. "I'm a little hungry. Are you hungry? Do you want to go out and get something to eat?" Wang Tianbo suggested.

"I'm a little hungry too, I agree." Zhang Xiting readily agreed, her beautiful eyes turning to Chen Yong, "What about you?"

"You all go, I can't just leave you all behind."

"What would you like to eat? It's on me."

Chen Yong currently has a staggering 300 million yuan on him. There probably isn't another student in the entire school with such a large sum of money.

Even among those alumni who are starting their own businesses, it would be difficult to find one.

Almost every university has a street outside where students can eat, drink, and have fun.

These things didn't exist before 78. It was only after the emergence of the market economy that they gradually appeared around universities, becoming a good place for many people to make a living.

University students have high spending power; they can afford to eat and have fun.

Chen Yong went out and ate a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) and a bowl of wontons.

The three of them didn't dare linger outside for too long. In the 90s, it wasn't safe to be out late at night, especially since one of them was an excessively beautiful girl.

On the way back, Chen Yong also escorted Zhang Xiting to her dormitory building.

"Squad leader, thank you for treating us tonight. I'm going upstairs now."

"I'm going back too."

As Chen Yong was about to leave, he ran into Ye Linghuan, who had just returned from the library.

"Class monitor, what brings you to the girls' dormitory?"

"Just finished discussing the script, and brought the class monitor back."

Ye Linghuan seemed a little unhappy when she heard that the class monitor was not happy, so she changed the subject and asked, "Have you finished discussing the script? When do we start rehearsing?"

"The script is with the class monitor; just ask her for it."

Chen Yong thought Ye Linghuan would take the initiative to ask Zhang Xiting for the script, but after she went back, she didn't ask for it at all, and Zhang Xiting didn't take the initiative to send the script over either.

Chen Yong only found out the next day in class, and he was greatly troubled, wondering why the two girls had started arguing.