Chapter 157

"Forget it, since it's come to this, let's keep watching."

"But today's missed homework…"

"Double it!" all the students below the stage shouted in unison.

……

The livestream chat had already become a sea of joy.

"Hahaha… I can't, I can't, I'm going to die laughing."

"The old man really is still the old man!"

"Kid, you're seriously ill, this is killing me with laughter…"

"Who says old people go bad? Look how kind this old man is, he's even willing to bring out the walnuts he's been polishing for twenty years."

"Damn it, how am I supposed to eat roast chicken and pig's trotters after this?"

"If this were the old society, you could sell it for two silver dollars, so… is it not expensive?"

"What do you people know? You can't even understand the songs of genius creator Hua Hua Chenyu, you're so tasteless!"

"Cretin upstairs, assessment complete."

……

In the office of Xinghai Culture, the atmosphere was utterly relaxed.

Duan Duan Jiangping was also in a great mood.

"Su Meng has grown up, he's learned some sense, he actually didn't cause any trouble this time."

Qin Jie was also all smiles.

"As long as things stay steady from here on, this popularity should be able to stabilize."

"I'll find him a few big commercial deals."

"We're rich, we're rich…"

Qin Jie's two eyes instantly turned into the shape of ¥.

Duan Duan Jiangping glared at her and said irritably.

"If we're taking them, take a few proper ones, none of those adult novelty items…"

"Boss!" Qin Jie suddenly cut him off.

"But they're paying a lot more!"

Paying more?

Duan Duan Jiangping instantly fell into deep thought…

……

"Hmph! Idiot!"

Hua Hua Chenyu cursed angrily, flung his hand, jumped off the stage, and crawled into the car to sulk.

"Who the hell are you cursing at?!"

The groom instantly flew into a rage and jumped up as if to charge over.

Not just him, many of the relatives and friends present felt the same way.

The old man grabbed the groom and held him back, his face full of emotion.

"This kid's got problems in his head, and seriously bad ones at that."

"Today's your big wedding day, why would you argue with a lunatic?"

The groom shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Grandpa, getting married is supposed to be a happy thing, lively and joyful—how nice would that be."

"But look at the atmosphere now, I can't even enjoy my own wedding."

Many people subconsciously nodded, their resentment toward Hua Hua Chenyu rising once more.

Just then, someone in the suona band suddenly shouted loudly.

"Bad atmosphere? Get Master Su! Master Su, give us one!"

His words seemed to remind everyone.

All the suona bands shouted at the same time.

"Master Su, give us one!"

"Master Su, give us one!"

"Master Su, give us one!"

The enormous wave of sound echoed throughout the entire wedding venue.

Even Xiao Xiao Yueyue and the three big actresses shouted it out as well.

Master Su? Many of the relatives and friends at the scene exchanged puzzled looks.

What's wrong with these suona players?

Who is Master Su?

……

Su Meng jumped onto the stage, grinning as he cupped his fists in greeting to all sides.

"Everyone, since you all want to hear it, how about I play another piece?"

"Yes!" The suona band immediately erupted in warm applause and cheers.

Then they all whipped out their phones and started recording.

This is the master himself performing, they had to learn a lot from it.

Although many of the middle-aged and elderly people at the scene didn't know why they were so excited.

Still, the child was good-looking, and his Lotus Falling had been sung well just now, so naturally they did not object.

"Old Wang, bring my erhu over!"

Su Meng beckoned to Wang Laowu, then said with a grin.

"Old Master, actually, there's a saying you didn't quite get right."

"There's an old saying that goes, feeble-minded children have few worries, and the mentally ill have much joy."

"So, I just had an explosion of inspiration and composed an erhu piece on the spot, called 'Song of the Mentally Ill.'"

"How about a review from you, old man?"

Since he had already torn off all pretense with Hua Chenyu, Su Meng no longer bothered to hide it.

Daddy here is a man who has a system — afraid of you, a terminal-stage mental patient?

"Song of the Mentally Ill"?

Hearing that name, the crowd involuntarily fell silent, then burst into a fit of wild laughter.

What the hell is this?

Since when do the mentally ill have a song?

But the old Master nodded, his face full of gratification.

"Good, good, you're a good child."

"Your Lotus Falling was performed well, you can play the erhu too, and you're so caring — you even think about the mentally ill."

"Good, truly good, truly a good child."

……

"This Su Meng…"

Hu Zhengyuan shook his head, his face an expression of helpless amusement.

After thinking for a moment, he said again to the audience below.

"Just hearing the name, you know it's not a proper erhu piece."

"But from the sound of it, Su Meng composed it on the spot."

"He previously composed pieces like 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' and 'Ruling the World,' which shows his creative ability is very strong."

"Everyone, try to explore his creative thinking from this piece composed on the spot."

"Good~~~" the audience below shouted in unison.

Some students even shouted at the top of their lungs.

"The less proper the better — who listens to proper pieces!"

The audience below burst into laughter again.

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