On November 3rd, the morning break.

101 Middle School, Class 1, Senior High School.

Lin Ye took a look at the transcripts that were only in the top ten in the grade and the top ten in the class. After finding his name and grades, he took a rough look and handed the transcript to Mao Daoren on the side.

Mao Daoren couldn't wait to reach out and took it, first in the top ten in the grade.

First place, Lin Ye, Chinese 132, mathematics...total score, 652.

Second place, Li Hua, Chinese 125, mathematics 145, English... Total score, 621.

Mao Daoren: "???"

Mao Daoren couldn't help looking at Lin Ye, and saw the little brat calmly taking out a notebook from the drawer and starting to write something.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

The first grade is the second grade, and the second grade is 31 points higher, and this is ridiculously impressive!

Mao Daoren suppressed his shock and found himself at the sixth place in the grade.

Sixth place, Mao Daoren, Chinese 117, mathematics 149, English... Total score, 610.

The eyes moved down, and the class list was not unexpected. The first was this kid and the second was him.

third?

What is that.

If you can't even get 600, how can you threaten him?

Mao Daoren couldn't help but look at the first place again.

How did this guy take the exam?

Mao Daoren really wanted to knock on his head and take a look.

In addition to studying in school, he also learns music and learns Korean by himself in his spare time. Is this guy a human?

The messy Mao Daoren felt that his IQ was not as good as others for the first time.

It's so damning.

He shook his head and forced himself not to look at Lin Ye. The more he looked, the more he felt uncomfortable.

Lin Ye, who was standing by, didn't know his friend's crazy mood. At this time, he was concentrating on finishing the song in front of him.

This week, Lin Ye wrote out all his inspiration, then kept filling in, and finally wrote the complete score, and then wrote the lyrics for the song.

The most important thing about a song is the song. Except for some specific songs, most songs are determined by songs. Only when the song is determined can the lyrics be written.

There are few songs composed for lyrics, not without them, but very few.

Lin Ye still cannot reach this level of reversal order, so he followed the steps.

After writing the last sentence of the lyrics, Lin Ye gently put down the pen in his hand and looked at the first sentence.

The music score and lyrics were arranged on a piece of paper, and Lin Ye looked at the first sentence and sang softly.

"It has nothing to do with you..."

Mao Daoren, who was messy in the wind, moved his ears.

My friend's recognizable tone cannot forget anyone who has heard it. Although Lin Ye's singing a cappella sound was very small, Mao Daoren still heard it.

Without disturbing Lin Ye rashly, he took a secret look, and approached Lin Ye, listening to the song quietly.

A few minutes later.

"Not bad." Lin Ye looked at the freshly released song with satisfaction.

This is his first song and it is also a symbol of his first step towards Lin Ye's original musician!

"Send it to Shuijing!" Lin Ye took out his cell phone from his schoolbag, took a photo and sent it to Zheng Xiujing.

He trusts Jung Soo-jing very much. If it weren't for Jung Soo-jing, he wouldn't have taken the path of music because of this.

In the process of learning music and creating music, Lin Ye experienced a kind of happiness.

A joy that has never been seen before.

All of this was attributed to Zheng Xiujing by Lin Ye, and he was very grateful to this friend.

After sending the song to Zheng Xiujing, Lin Ye's eyes fell on the contact person Pei Zhuxuan.

A faint emotion appeared in his eyes.

Since they met that day, they have never contacted each other, as if... they have never met.

Lin Ye shook his head and put away his phone.

Please contact her later and wait until the song is produced and sent to her. No matter what, it is because of her that she has this song.

...

At noon, office.

Lin's mother took the notebook that Lin Ye gave her, looked at the dense notes and lyrics on the notebook, and her face was filled with a look of surprise.

She couldn't understand the notes, but the lyrics were in Chinese, and she could understand them, and she could tell that this was a song.

"You wrote it?" Lin's mother raised her head in disbelief and looked at Lin Ye and asked.

"Well, the inspiration I got from Bae Joo-hyun, I summarized the inspiration this week and wrote this song." Lin Ye nodded and said.

Lin’s mother is a little dreamy, is it so easy to write songs?

No, how long has it been?

Since Lin Ye learned music, it has only been a month since he finished studying music. So has he written a song?

Do you want it to be so dreamy?

"You sing to us." Lin's mother was shocked and handed the notebook to Lin Ye and said.

The other teachers in the office also read it. They all heard Lin’s mother mention Lin Ye’s music learning. The teachers were quite curious about the songs written by the first grade.

"Okay." Lin Ye was a little nervous when he was staring at so many teachers, but he was in good condition. He took the song, took a deep breath, and started singing.

Four minutes later...

Bang.

Slap.

Slap sex.

The applause gradually sounded, and the teachers in the office clapped each other.

Lin Ye touched his head embarrassedly and smiled awkwardly.

Lin's mother forced herself to calm down, but her son's excellence still made the corners of her mouth rise wildly.

I want to laugh so much.

No! You are the deputy director of teaching, so you need to control your expressions!

But my son is so outstanding, he seems to be showing off...

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Two contradictory thinking kept colliding in Lin’s mind.

Lin Ye's cell phone vibrated for a moment, and Lin Ye took out the cell phone.

Although it is allowed to bring mobile phones, it is probably only one in the whole school who plays with mobile phones in front of so many teachers.

It's a QQ message.

krystal: What you wrote???

krystal: Are you available now?

krystal: Call me when you have time!

Lin Ye looked at the message sent by Zheng Xiujing and thought about it.

"Mom, I sent a music score to Shuijing, and she asked me to call her back." Lin Ye said.

Lin's mother, who was in conflict, immediately came to her senses when she heard Lin Ye's words.

I glanced at the other teachers.

"I'll take Lin Ye out for a while." Lin's mother stood up and said, and the other teachers naturally had no objection.

The mother and son came to a stone pavilion at the school.

There were two or three people, but after recognizing Lin's mother, they all ran away.

Well, she was just passing by.

Lin Ye found Zheng Xiujing's number in the address book and dialed in.

The phone rang in less than two or three seconds.

"Lin Ye, did you write that song? When did you write it? How did you write it? Haven't you just been in music for a month? How did you write such a song?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Zheng Xiujing was hit by a lot of problems.

Not to mention Lin Ye, Lin's mother was also stunned when she listened with hands-free.
Chapter completed!