Chapter 183

"Going to queue up with someone again?"

"Now I know why I've felt like someone's been sniping me every time I play games lately."

"Um... I'm heading to class first." Lao San darted out with a whoosh.

"Same here!" Lao Si and Lao Liu were the same.

Bai Xiao Ling sighed, suddenly feeling utterly exhausted inside.

"Senior Sister, hold on a moment, I'll go grab a bottle of safflower oil first."

"Um... after all, Senior Brother still has class later, showing up with a bruised face wouldn't look great..."

……

The large tiered classroom had long been packed full.

Not only students from the folk music department, but quite a few teachers had come as well.

Who wouldn't be curious about someone who, just over a week ago, was still playing domineering CEOs, but had now suddenly risen as a folk music master?

Xiao Ying glanced at the pair of twins beside her, mumbled with pursed lips, and said.

"Beibei, Tata, what are you two doing here?"

"The Sect Leader specializes in guzheng and erhu, she doesn't play pipa or zhongruan!"

"You all rushed over, there's no room left in this classroom."

The twins giggled in unison and said together.

"We came to see the Sect Leader!"

Xiao Ying instantly became unhappy, her little lips pouting high.

As if something dear to her had been snatched away.

Just then, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Bai Xiao Ling walked in.

Seeing her enter, the room instantly fell silent, everyone staring fixedly at her.

Bai Xiao Ling stepped up to the podium and announced loudly.

"Students, Su Meng has already arrived at the school."

Whoosh... a burst of cheers erupted from below the stage.

Bai Xiao Ling raised her hand and pressed down, waiting for things to quieten a bit before continuing.

"But right now, Teacher Su is... um... discussing some matters with Teacher Hu."

"According to Teacher Hu's wishes, this class will be adjusted."

"The department has invited several folk music masters to come and chat with everyone first, and give some one-on-one guidance. How does that sound?"

"Okay~~~" a group of people below the stage replied listlessly.

They came today specifically for Su Meng, and now he wasn't coming?

But just at that moment, the tiered classroom door opened, and a group of people filed in one after another.

Seeing these people, exclamations rose one after another throughout the classroom.

"Oh my god, it's Magic Capital Folk Orchestra's conductor, Teacher Xu Tianming!"

"Imperial Capital Folk Orchestra conductor Wu Wu Shanhong! Huh? What happened to Teacher Wu's face?"

"Hu Qinghe! Broadcast Folk Orchestra conductor! Oh my god!"

Even Beibei was shaking Xiao Ying's shoulder frantically.

"Xiao Ying, do you see that? It's Qi Sixian! The pipa principal of the Broadcast Orchestra! My idol!"

"Look at you, so clueless!" Xiao Ying shot her a look of contempt.

"My second idol, Imperial Capital Folk Orchestra's erhu principal Wan Yuyan, has already been attending class with us for several days now. Have I bragged about it?"

"Sigh~~~~ Sect Leader, you've made me wait so long!"

……

"The great river flows east, the stars in the sky align with the Big Dipper!"

"When we say go, we go, you have it, I have it, we all have it!"

"When we see injustice on the road, we roar, when it's time to act, we act, charging through the nine provinces with fire and fury..."

"Wonderful, truly wonderful! A perfect match for 'Water Margin'!"

A big-bearded director swayed his head as he savored the song, sighing in admiration while also shaking his head regretfully.

He was the chief director of Yang TV's version of "Water Margin," the famous director Zhang Jizhong.

After the song ended, Zhang Jizhong took off his headphones and said loudly.

"Have you confirmed with Teacher Liu Huan? When can the official version be recorded?"

"Just listening to a demo is really not satisfying enough!"

The assistant director hurriedly replied.

"We've already confirmed it. The official recording on their end still needs four or five more days."

Zhang Jizhong nodded, then urged with lingering worry.

"Remember to keep pressing Teacher Liu Huan, contact him at least three times a day. I absolutely can't wait to hear the complete version!"

The assistant director hurriedly agreed.

Zhang Jizhong thought for a moment, then confirmed again with some disbelief.

"This song was really written by that pretty-boy Su Meng who only plays domineering CEOs? That's impossible, right?"

The assistant director was nearly in tears.

"Director Zhang, you've already asked three times!"

"Really? I still can't believe it, just an embroidered pillowcase..."

The assistant director sighed and cut him off.

"Director Zhang, your information is long outdated."

"During this period, Su Meng has been incredibly popular."

"Blowing the suona, playing the erhu, plucking the guzheng, beating the clappers, doing crosstalk... oh, right, he's also quite the hand at begging for money while singing Lianhua Luo."

"And now he's the Junior Martial Uncle of the Deyun Society!"

What the heck?

Several enormous question marks floated above Zhang Jizhong's head.

These words... what connection do they have?

How did you string them together so naturally?

The assistant director thought for a moment, took out his phone, and quickly tapped open a video.

"Director Zhang, the netizens have edited them into a compilation. If you're free, take a look."

"Now whoever still calls Su Meng a domineering CEO is really a country bumpkin..."

Zhang Jizhong took the phone, and suddenly felt something seemed off.

"What? Okay, I understand, I'll notify Su Meng."

Zhang Xiaoyan set down the phone, slightly puzzled, but said nothing.

In the rehearsal hall, the music slowly came to a stop. Then warm applause broke out.

Su Meng extended a thumbs-up and praised sincerely.

"This 'Spring Festival Overture' is pretty much polished now."

"In the next couple of days, everyone adjust your condition, and we can officially record and release it."

The crowd immediately burst into another round of applause, and the eyes of every person looking at Su Meng were filled with respect.

Third Brother Xu Tianming and Sixth Brother Hu Qinghe came bounding straight over.

"Xiaomeng, it's our turn for 'Joyful and Triumphant'!"

"Sixth Brother, beat it, it's time to hear our 'Golden Snake's Wild Dance'!"

Su Meng sighed and said quietly.

"Third Brother, Sixth Brother, Teacher Hu is still standing right there."

"Instead of asking him for guidance, you insist on coming to me — isn't that bullying the master and destroying the ancestors, slapping Teacher Hu in the face right in front of him?"

Before the two could speak.

Hu Zhengyuan had already opened his mouth with a smile.

"It's fine, I don't mind. You're the creator, the person who understands these pieces the deepest."