Chapter 874: Xiao Shan Hospital

The familiar melody began to play.

Everyone held their breath and gazed intently, then listened quietly to the song.

"If I had known heartache was always unavoidable, why would you have to be so deeply devoted? Because love is always hard to part with, why bother caring about that little bit of warmth..."

In an instant, Ning Chen guessed what this song was.

One had to admit the director was quite nostalgic.

The songs played were basically all classic old tunes.

He subconsciously wanted to hear the answers from the people around him.

Ning Chen did not directly speak the answer either.

Sister Zifeng subconsciously looked at Ning Chen; having just answered a question through Ning Chen, Ning Chen was already in the number one spot in his heart.

"What song is it? What song is this?"

Lin Yi leaned over to Ning Chen's side and hurriedly asked a question.

Ning Chen did not make a sound.

Yang Mi raised his hand at this moment, but when everyone turned their gaze toward his direction, he did not know what to say.

"Dream... is it called Dream?"

"Incorrect!"

Hearing the director's words, Yang Mi could not help but pout.

The song was clearly right by his ear, yet no matter how he thought, he could not come up with it.

"Does anyone else know the answer?"

Mao Mao raised his hand at this moment; he originally wanted to give others a chance.

After all, going to a horror game place was something he quite liked.

It was just that so much time had passed and no one had guessed it yet.

"Time to Wake from the Dream."

After Mao Mao spoke these words, the director also indicated it was correct.

This actually missed an opportunity.

"Why doesn't Ning Chen answer any questions? His sense of participation is too low."

Hearing Teacher San Lei's words, Ning Chen also subconsciously nodded.

It seemed for the next song, he must express himself.

The rest of the people quietly waited on the side.

Waiting for the director to play a new song.

"The boundless horizon is my love, beneath the endless green mountains the flowers are blooming, what rhythm is the most, most swaying, what singing voice is the most joyful..."

In just an instant, everyone raised their hands.

"The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style."

They spoke the answer in unison, which made everyone laugh.

This was bound to be a well-known song, one even heard while walking down the street.

And at this very moment, failing to answer would truly make one the laughingstock.

For a moment, everyone stood up.

Then they sang this song excitedly.