Chapter 60: Waiting for You After Class

In Campus A, the center features three classroom buildings and a cafeteria, while the west side holds the administrative building and the library.

On the west side lies the playground and the open-air basketball court.

Ying Chanxi followed Li Luo down the staircase on the west side of the classroom building, crossed the campus's asphalt road, and arrived at the playground.

The playground was now empty; the several white lights that had been on during military training had been turned off.

Ying Chanxi walked beside Li Luo, facing the dim playground, feeling no fear—instead, a quiet anticipation stirred within her.

"Where are we going?" Ying Chanxi asked.

"Right here." Li Luo walked to the flagpole platform, pulled out his guitar, and sat down on the steps.

While Li Luo adjusted his posture and idly strummed the strings, Ying Chanxi sat beside him and turned her head to study his serious profile.

"What are you going to sing?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Is there a song about classmates or campus life?"

"Let me think."

Li Luo lowered his head and began to play gently; a soothing rhythm flowed out, blending with his voice:

"Will you remember tomorrow~"

"The diary you wrote yesterday~"

"Will you still miss tomorrow~"

"The girl who used to cry the most~"

Ying Chanxi recognized the song immediately—it was "The Classmate Next to You"; the title alone was fitting.

Because during middle school, they had been desk partners for a while.

"Who will marry the sentimental you~"

"Who will read your diary~"

"Who will tie up your long hair~"

"Who will make your wedding dress~"

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi grew slightly displeased.

She merely turned her head to watch Li Luo, lost in his singing, and held back from interrupting him.

The song ended slowly; Li Luo turned to Ying Chanxi and smiled. "How was it? Satisfied?"

"It's nice," Ying Chanxi nodded, then shook her head. "But it's too sad. Is there something lighter?"

"Alright." Li Luo blinked, thought for a moment, and began strumming slowly. "Then this one."

Soft music followed the rhythm as Li Luo sang slowly: "In the alley where you live~"

"I rented an apartment~"

"Just to chance upon you~"

Listening to the lyrics, Ying Chanxi raised an eyebrow—partly because she liked the content, partly because she'd never heard this song before.

"Lying on your school's playground, gazing at the stars~"

"The classroom lights are still on—you haven't left~"

"I remember the love letter I wrote you~"

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For some reason, Ying Chanxi felt her heart beating faster.

When Li Luo finished singing, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "What's this song called?"

"Waiting for You After Class."

"Is that the title?" Ying Chanxi asked, curious and puzzled. "I don't think I've ever heard it before."

"This one…?" Li Luo suddenly smiled shyly. "I had a dream once—this song came to me in that dream."

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi paused, then realized. "So you wrote it yourself?"

"Jay Chou sent it to me in a dream."

"You're just making things up," Ying Chanxi playfully hit him. "Then ask him to send you another one in your next dream."

"I'll ask him next time I dream."

…

When they returned home, Li Luo slipped on his slippers and heard a noise coming from the kitchen.

Curious, he walked to the kitchen door and peeked in—Xu Youyu stood before the cutting board, holding a knife, doing something unknown.

"Senior, are you cooking?" Li Luo asked in surprise.

In his memory, Xu Youyu was a total kitchen black hole; expecting her to cook well was as likely as expecting her to write ten thousand words a day.

Fortunately, Xu Youyu had self-awareness; upon seeing Li Luo return, she immediately rushed out, grabbed his shoulders, and shoved him toward the kitchen.

"Junior! Tomorrow you two are heading to the military camp for training—I think we should have a proper farewell meal to see you off!"

Xu Youyu said with perfect seriousness.

Li Luo: "... Just say you want to eat. No need to beat around the bush—I'm not going to refuse to cook for you."

"I want some too," Ying Chanxi peeked in, raising her hand. "Just a little."

"Got it." Li Luo picked up the knife and tapped the cutting board. "All of you, wait outside."

Half an hour later, after a full meal, Xu Youyu patted her belly, sprawled on the sofa with no dignity, and let out a satisfied burp.

But thinking that Li Luo would be gone tomorrow, she sighed softly.

As the saying goes, to capture a woman, first capture her stomach.

Xu Youyu felt her stomach had already been firmly held.

At this moment, Ying Chanxi had just finished bathing and sat down at the dining table to eat fried rice; as she ate, she looked at Li Luo and said, "Can you sing that new song you sang on the playground today again?"

"Wait for You After Class?"

"Yes, that one."

"Sure." Li Luo took out his guitar and sat on the sofa.

Xu Youyu, who had been lying on the sofa, pulled her feet back, made room, and asked curiously, "What new song?"

"Jay Chou's new song," Li Luo lied.

"What?" Xu Youyu blinked in surprise. "How come I didn't hear he released a new song?"

As an Online Novel writer specializing in entertainment, she naturally kept close tabs on superstars like Jay Chou.

Xu Youyu particularly enjoyed teasing future stars in her novels—those who hadn't yet become famous in their youth—occasionally pulling them out for a bit of fun.

In her memory, there had been rumors that Jay Chou would release a new album this year, but certainly not recently—where did this new song come from?

At this moment, Li Luo began to sing.

Ying Chanxi ate her fried rice while listening, her pale bare feet swinging beneath the table.

Xu Youyu soon became immersed in the song, forgetting to think for a while.

After Li Luo finished singing, she snapped back to reality and asked urgently, "You didn't write this yourself, did you?"

"He says he dreamed it," Ying Chanxi chuckled softly.

"Dream my ass," Xu Youyu rolled her eyes, then added, "If you wrote it yourself, remember to register the copyright."

Li Luo, reminded by Xu Youyu, suddenly realized something.

If he copied songs, could he make some money too?

Online Novels require millions of characters—using the Memory Palace to replicate them drained too much mental energy.

But recalling a single song imposed far less mental burden.

Still, how could one make money from a single song?

The same song, "Wait for You After Class," sung by Jay Chou versus this unknown nobody like him, carried entirely different values in the eyes of music companies.

But this wasn't urgent.

Tomorrow he would go to the military camp for training; there wasn't enough time to record or register the copyright.

Only Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu had heard this song so far—there was no risk of copyright disputes.

"If you need help," Ying Chanxi thought for a moment, then said, "I can ask my father—he works in film and music."