Su Yehao planned to catch up on his sleep, but he was not interested in music lessons.

However.

Just listen to Teacher Figo continue to say:

"To this end, our school board specially allocated 1 million Hong Kong dollars to invite songs from major record companies in Hong Kong and purchase songs that meet the requirements. We should buy two to three songs, so the choir can find many students this time

Participate. High school freshmen and college preparatory students can also join. The number of choir places is limited. I will notify you to sign up when the time comes."

I am thinking about that one million Hong Kong dollars.

When Su Yehao was in a daze, he was suddenly called by the music teacher.

"Also, everyone here may not know that classmate Su Yehao was named by the Hong Kong Morning Post the day before yesterday. Some people compared him with the Hong Kong superstar."

Figo looked at him and continued: "I didn't expect that there is a great musical talent hidden in our class! This really makes me overjoyed. Can you write your own songs?"

Other people's songs are crowned and worn.

Su Yehao has never done such a thing, and he is not that thick-skinned.

He knows his own abilities, but he actually doesn't want to admit it.

But once you don't admit it, you can't explain the origin of the song.

I could only bite the bullet and answer: "...That's right, I'll just sing for fun."

The class suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Yu, who was sitting in the front row, turned around with surprise in his eyes, wondering when he would write songs?

Buck-toothed Jun and He Shaofan suddenly started making noises.

They shouted separately:

"I've heard it! It sounds great!"

"Brother Hao! Sing one! Sing one!"

Su Yehao, who was sweating on his back, stared back and signaled to shut up.

Last Saturday morning.

"Hong Kong City Morning Post", under the instruction of the editor-in-chief, published an article provocative.

It's just that Su Yehao is not famous.

Hong Kong singers are not willing to offend wealthy families for no reason.

No one started to stir up trouble, and of course it didn't even cause any trouble. It was just covered up by numerous news.

Music teacher Figo happened to hear about this from a friend, and asked at this moment: "Su Yehao, come up and sing a song? I have a guitar here."

Su Yehao waved his hand decisively.

Deliberately lowering his voice, he said: "Unfortunately, I have a cold and my voice is hoarse. Maybe next time!"

"Tell the teacher, I have a tape of him singing, and I recorded it all that day!"

In classrooms.

A crisp voice sounded.

The girl who spoke was not Miss Vera who had a bar under her name.

She is wearing a small round hat and school uniform today.

A white girl with obvious facial features, she is in her most beautiful age.

Many male classmates' hearts almost melted when they saw her.

Su Yehao was dumbfounded on the spot.

He looked at the white girl who was speaking, and she seemed familiar.

Sighing and thinking:
Chapter completed!