Chapter 54: Not Even Worth a Single Hair of Xu Heng

The one making the confession was a boy from Xu Heng's class; at this moment, he was holding a guitar and singing "A Lifetime With You" to a girl from a certain class.

As more and more onlookers gathered around, the number of people jeering also increased, no longer limited to students from Chinese Language Class 3, but also including some passersby and tourists just there to watch the show.

Their favorite thing to do was to watch the excitement, especially this kind of lovey-dovey back-and-forth confession between young people.

Surrounded by a large crowd, the girl faced the boy's soulful singing and the chorus of "Say yes to him," and couldn't help but cover her face with her hands.

Xu Heng had originally been sitting on a small stone pier nearby to cool off, but seeing a huge crowd pushing in one direction, he curiously came over to see what was going on.

He didn't know until he looked, and once he looked, he was amused.

It turned out that Sports Committee Member Zhang Zikuan was confessing to their class's League Branch Secretary.

How many people once loved your youthful face~

Who knows who is willing to endure the ruthless changes of time~

Zhang Zikuan held the large guitar in his hands, shaking his head and swaying as he sang.

His singing skills were terrible, and his guitar playing wasn't much better, but the atmosphere added a lot of points for him; besides, just being able to play the guitar was good enough, and outsiders couldn't tell if you were playing correctly or not.

Seeing this, Xu Heng clicked his tongue slightly. He wasn't marveling at how heart-wrenching Zhang Zikuan's confession was, but rather amazed that the other guy had managed to carry a guitar all the way to the mountaintop; from this perspective, Zhang Zikuan's perseverance was no less than Zhao Gaoyang's.

The League Branch Secretary was a girl born in the water towns of Jiangnan; she wasn't particularly beautiful, but overall she was decent-looking. Zhang Zikuan, on the other hand, was tall and big with relatively handsome features, and was recognized as a little heartthrob in their School of Liberal Arts cohort. Under his confession offensive, the League Branch Secretary ultimately couldn't hold out and shyly took Zhang Zikuan's large hand, which meant she had agreed to him.

"Pah! Han Xuemei is truly blind to have taken a fancy to such a scumbag."

Hearing a familiar voice, Xu Heng paused and looked back, only to realize that Zhao Gaoyang had also crowded over to watch the show, though he didn't know why he would say that.

"Old Zhao, elaborate." Separated from Xu Heng by two people were Cheng Huaiyu and Ji Meimei; these two were also a bit curious about Zhao Gaoyang's words.

"This guy Zhang Zikuan is a pure scumbag. In his freshman year, he wanted to pursue Fan Xi, but he didn't succeed, so he turned around and went to hit on the junior Class Assistant. After he got her, he got mixed up with a girl from the neighboring Arts department. I saw with my own eyes that he got slapped by a senior student at the sports field. If it weren't for the senior being kind-hearted and not exposing his affairs, this guy would have been notorious long ago. Now he's come to hit on the girls in our class again; he's really not a human being."

After finishing, Zhao Gaoyang also glanced at Cheng Huaiyu, "Cheng Ge, you must not become a scumbag like him."

"Uh..."

Both Cheng Huaiyu and Ji Meimei felt a bit awkward and didn't know what to say.

This was the first time Xu Heng had heard about Zhang Zikuan's affairs. In his previous life, he hadn't been very familiar with the others in the class and naturally didn't know much about their situations. Now, listening to it like a story on Tieba was quite interesting.

Over there, Zhang Zikuan and the League Branch Secretary Han Xuemei had successfully held hands. Han Xuemei leaned on Zhang Zikuan's shoulder with a look of happiness, listening to him finish the classic old song "A Lifetime With You," and the surrounding crowd couldn't help but burst into cheers.

"Good! The young man is youthful and spirited, the young lady is pretty and blessed, a match made in heaven!"

A classmate took advantage of the lively atmosphere and teased, "Sports Committee Member, you're awesome! I didn't expect you to know how to play the guitar. Why not do another one?"

With the first person leading the way, a second person immediately joined in to egg him on.

"Yeah, do another one!"

"Do another one!"

Zhang Zikuan maintained a calm smile. He had only been learning the guitar for two months and his technique was very rough, but it was truly too easy to fool this group of people who didn't understand music theory. So, he nodded and said, "Since everyone has so kindly invited me, I will sing another campus song that has been very popular lately."

"'The Wind Rises,' dedicated to the you and me of the past."

"Holy crap! 'The Wind Rises,' that's my favorite song!"

"Sing it, sing it!"

"..."

Zhang Zikuan chuckled and plucked the strings, starting to "struggle to extricate myself from my own world," but his singing was truly at a passerby level. He couldn't hit the high notes in the chorus of "The Wind Rises" at all, which even led to him playing several wrong notes on the guitar.

However, classmates were all tolerant, and they still gave positive reviews to his subpar version of "The Wind Rises," complimenting him by saying that both his singing and playing were amazing, especially that the guitar playing felt even better than the original version of "The Wind Rises."

Hearing these comments, Cheng Huaiyu burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Ji Meimei asked curiously.

"I thought of something happy." He held back his laughter.

But immediately after, Zhao Gaoyang next to him also burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Gaoyang didn't make up an excuse like Cheng Huaiyu and said directly, "I'm laughing that this scumbag played it like that and there are still people blowing smoke up his ass. Damn, a whole group of people whose values follow their aesthetic preferences."

"Is his playing that bad?"

"That goes without saying, it's far worse than Old Xu," Cheng Huaiyu said.

"What does this have to do with Xu Heng?" Ji Meimei asked, not quite understanding.

Cheng Huaiyu certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to say directly that the accompaniment for the song "The Wind Rises" was made by Xu Heng; after all, Xu Heng had just told them not long ago that this matter had to be kept secret.

"Old Xu is our class's Arts Committee Member; his guitar level could leave him in the dust by several blocks."

"Xu Heng can play the guitar too?!" Hearing this, Ji Meimei looked at Xu Heng with new eyes. In their previous interactions, she had thought Xu Heng was a taciturn person; she hadn't expected him to be hiding his light under a bushel and have this skill.

"Of course, Old Xu is amazing!" Cheng Huaiyu put his arm around Xu Heng's shoulder quite proudly and grinned, "Right, Old Xu?"

"You talk too much." Xu Heng swatted his hand away.

"Hey, brother, I'm being serious. You sing and play much better than him. His voice is like a big rooster crowing, cock-a-doodle-doo~"

Cheng Huaiyu laughed while imitating him, and Zhao Gaoyang next to him also snickered along. Only Ji Meimei didn't understand the joy between men and stood there looking very confused.

"Cheng Ge is right, Xu Heng, you should go up and take that scumbag down a peg."

Zhao Gaoyang looked at Zhang Zikuan in the center of the crowd, being held by the arm by Han Xuemei and surrounded like the moon by stars, and then thought of how he couldn't even see a shadow of Fan Xi, and couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness in his heart.

Everyone was someone who had once pursued Fan Xi; one had already become a scumbag of Jin Da, and the other was still a pathetic sycophant. The gap was just too big.

At this moment, Zhao Gaoyang felt that letting Xu Heng go up to show off would be much easier for him to bear than Zhang Zikuan showing off and winning the beauty.

Xu Heng frowned after hearing this: "What does that have to do with me? If you guys aren't happy, just go and outdo Zhang Zikuan yourselves..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Huaiyu's loud shout came from over there.

"Zhang Zikuan, your guitar playing is too trashy; it's not even worth a single hair of our class's Arts Committee Member."