Rebirth of Bloody Romance

"One more song! One more song!"

The shouts were deafening, as if they were about to burst through the roof. The whole classroom was enveloped in this enthusiastic atmosphere, the pace was so fast that it was overwhelming, and there was no sign of stopping.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but frown, feeling that the noises were really noisy and harsh, and seemed to be coming from all directions.

Zhong Yuemin subconsciously turned his head, wanting to see what was going on. Then Zhong Yuemin widened his eyes and looked around in disbelief.

Zhong Yuemin was surprised to find that at some point, many more teachers and students appeared in the originally spacious classroom.

I saw the new students, some of whom were squeezed in the narrow gaps between the seats, and some were standing directly in the aisle.

However, the corridor was already completely blocked, and it was difficult to find a place to stand. Not only that, even the door to the classroom was tightly blocked, forming an airtight encirclement.

From a distance, you can only see circles of people, and it is impossible to count how many teachers and students are gathered here.

Zhong Yuemin secretly complained in his heart, thinking: This is too much! How could so many people come all of a sudden? He had intended to keep a low profile, but he didn't expect to cause such a big commotion.

In desperation, Zhong Yuemin had to clear his throat and raise his voice to try to make a final argument. "Dear teachers and classmates, can we not do this? Look, others can only sing one song at most, but I have already sung two in a row! Aren't you satisfied?"

But the teachers and students didn't care. "One more song!"

"One more song!"

Zhong Yuemin said helplessly, "This is really the last song, okay?"

"One more song, one more song!" Everyone answered in unison, no one answered his question. No matter what he said, the only answer was this.

Zhong Yuemin stood on the stage, the microphone in his hand seemed to carry a thousand pounds, and his eyes revealed a deep helplessness. He looked around and saw those young faces, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. He knew that in the near future, many people would go their separate ways, and they might not even meet again.

"This is really the last song. Thank you everyone." Zhong Yuemin's voice was a little hoarse, but full of emotion. "I know that many of my classmates will soon embark on the journey of studying abroad. I dedicate this song to those students who are about to leave their homeland and pursue their dreams. Let's hold hands, regardless of you and me, and walk forward with our heads held high, so that the world knows that we are all proud Chinese."

Whether students or teachers, after hearing Zhong Yuemin's words, they burst into applause, and many of them had tears in their eyes.

Because this song is not only for the students who are about to go abroad, but also for everyone here. It is a commemoration of the past years and an expectation for the future.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and began to sing:

"Five thousand years of wind and rain, how many dreams have been hidden.

Yellow face, black eyes, but a smile." Zhong Yuemin's voice echoed in the venue, as if penetrating time and space, allowing people to feel the long history and tenacious spirit of the Chinese nation.

As the singing deepened, the students' emotions were gradually aroused. "Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers are like a song." Zhong Yuemin sang out people's love and attachment to the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland.

"No matter where you come from or where you are going. The same tears, the same pain. We keep the sufferings of the past in our hearts." This lyrics seemed to touch the softest part of people's hearts. Many people began to hum along, and the atmosphere in the venue reached a climax.

"Same blood, same race. There is still a dream for the future, let's explore it together." Zhong Yuemin's voice became louder and louder, full of strength and hope. He seemed to be telling everyone with his singing that no matter where we are, we are all Chinese with the same roots and should work together to explore a better future.

“Holding hands, there is no distinction between you and me, and walking forward with our heads held high. Let the world know that we are all Chinese…” As Zhong Yuemin sang, everyone in the venue seemed to be endowed with strength and courage.

When the last note streaked across the sky like a meteor and fell quietly into silence, the entire venue seemed to be thrown into a fire, instantly igniting a blazing flame! The thunderous applause was like surging waves, one higher than the other; the passionate and high-pitched cheers were like thousands of horses galloping, one after another, deafening, and seemed to be about to flip the extremely solid roof off.

Zhong Yuemin stood quietly on the stage, the lights shining on him like a spotlight, reflecting his tall and slender figure.

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin felt an unprecedented amount of passionate gazes focused on him, those gazes were filled with admiration, praise and endless enthusiasm.

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin seemed to have become the brightest and most dazzling star, attracting everyone's attention.

However, at this seemingly brilliant moment, Zhong Yuemin's heart was unusually calm. He knew very well that the vain glory and fanatical pursuit in front of him were not what he really desired. They were like colorful but fleeting fireworks, which could bloom in the night sky with amazing beauty, but were ultimately only short-lived.

So, without any hesitation, Zhong Yuemin turned around resolutely, took firm and powerful steps, and hurried off the stage.

Under the light, Zhong Yuemin's back seemed somewhat resolute. He completely ignored the students below the stage who were shouting at the top of their lungs to keep him and their waves of shouts for "One more song!"

The teachers and students suddenly felt bored as they watched Zhong Yuemin refused to sing anymore no matter what.

The students felt a little disappointed when they saw Zhong Yuemin leaving. But soon, the clever students took action. They took out paper and pen, wrote down the inspiring song, and copied and shared it with each other.

"Teacher Zhong, what is the name of the first song?"

"Teacher Zhong, what is the name of the second song?" a student came up and asked.

Zhong Yuemin stopped, looked back at the students in front of him, smiled slightly, and wrote down two names on the paper. "Dreaming of a Child" and "Chinese."

At this time, another student stood up and asked curiously, "Teacher Zhong, the two songs you just sang are so beautiful! But we have never heard them before. Could it be that you composed them yourself?"

Faced with this question, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, but he still nodded and replied shamelessly, "Yes, this is indeed my original work." As soon as he said this, he felt a little embarrassed.

However, the students believed Zhong Yuemin's answer without a doubt and looked at him with admiration and envy.

Immediately afterwards, all kinds of compliments and praises came flooding in like a tide, which made Zhong Yuemin very happy, and a smug expression unconsciously appeared on his face.

However, no one expected that this New Year's Eve party, which was supposed to be full of joy, was completely ruined by Zhong Yuemin's outstanding performance.

Those students who were originally scheduled to perform on stage were all frowning and lacking interest.

After all, they knew very well that no matter how hard they sang, it would be difficult to surpass the amazing level that Zhong Yuemin had just demonstrated.

If that was the case, then why did they go on stage? Was it just to embarrass themselves? Just like that, the originally brilliant evening show became unpopular, and the whole scene fell into an awkward deadlock.

In the end, the 1987 Economics Department’s New Year’s Eve party had to end abruptly.

When Zhong Yuemin returned to the office, Xie Min, who had been waiting there for a long time, saw him come in and couldn't help but laugh and tease him, "Great, Xiao Zhong, I really didn't realize that you have such a unique skill! Tonight is really an eye-opener for us!"

Hearing Xie Min's praise, Zhong Yuemin quickly waved his hands and responded modestly, "No, no, I'm just playing around. This little skill is really not worthy of being presented in a formal place. I'm sorry to make you laugh!"

On the 2nd, the influence of the two songs "Chasing Dreams with a Childlike Heart" and "Chinese" sung by Zhong Yuemin became apparent.

No matter where Zhong Yuemin goes, there are always students and teachers chasing him and asking, "Teacher Zhong, how do you sing the song "Chasing Dreams with a Childlike Heart"? It's really hard to sing!"

Faced with such a problem, Zhong Yuemin actually didn't have any good suggestions. He scratched his head and started to talk nonsense. "Well, you have to drink a pound of white wine first. If you can't fall asleep, just shout at the top of your lungs, and then you will be able to sing well."

Having said that, Zhong Yuemin didn't expect that someone would actually do this. He heard that a student drank a pound of liquor in order to sing the song well, and of course he was drunk and unconscious, and was sent to the school hospital. This made Zhong Yuemin laugh and cry, and at the same time he felt a little guilty.

In the evening, Zhong Yuemin returned home and saw Zhou Xiaobai's half-smile as soon as he entered the door.

Zhou Xiaobai teased, "Hey! Our great singer Zhong is back! Girls and sons, hurry up and welcome the great singer Zhong."

When Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen heard their mother say this, they also clapped their hands. "Welcome! Welcome, warm welcome!"

Seeing this scene, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel a little angry. He glared at Zhou Xiaobai and said in a pretended angry tone, "Wife, you have been a little bit arrogant these past two days. Is it because I haven't disciplined you for a long time?"

Zhou Xiaobai burst into laughter when he heard that. "Haha...are you really angry? I was just joking. But having said that, you did sing those two songs well. Many leaders said you sang well."

Xiao Shihua said, "Dad, you sang very well. Our teacher praised you."

Xiao Shihua's words warmed Zhong Yuemin's heart. He squatted down, gently pinched his daughter's cheek, and asked with a smile, "Girl, is that true? Your teacher also praised my singing?"

Xiao Shihua nodded seriously. "Really, Dad, our teacher sang it in our class. It was very beautiful, and all the classmates liked to listen to it."

Zhong Yuemin was moved and amused after hearing this. He never expected that his casual singing would attract so much attention and praise.

The next day, Zhong Yuemin came to the school office as usual. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xie Min's expression of watching a good show and gossiping. "Xiao Zhong, someone is looking for you."

"Who is it?" Zhong Yuemin asked casually while sorting out the documents on the table.

"It seems like he's from the music college." Xie Min said with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Zhong Yuemin paused, raised his head and looked at Xie Min. "From the Conservatory of Music? What do you want to see me for?"

Xie Min shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe they want to discuss music with you. But looking at their attitude, they seem quite serious."

Zhong Yuemin's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed something. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. "It seems that I really stirred up a hornet's nest this time."

The teachers from the music school came to him because his two songs had such a great influence. As people who make a living from their profession, they would naturally be dissatisfied with the sudden emergence of an "amateur player" like Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and stood up. "Well, since they are here, I will go meet them."

Sure enough, when he met the teachers from the music conservatory, he read a hint of dissatisfaction and challenge in their eyes.

These teachers obviously thought: Zhong Yuemin, you are a teacher in the economics department, and you major in physics. You can sing so well, how can we who make a living from our profession survive? This is full of resentment!

The female teachers at the Conservatory of Music were elegant and full of charm. Zhong Yuemin couldn't help feeling a little sad when he stood in front of them - he suddenly realized that he had no resistance to beautiful women.

Despite the ups and downs in his heart, Zhong Yuemin still wore his signature smile and spoke in a gentle and elegant manner. "Hello, I am Zhong Yuemin."

A female vocal music teacher, with a pretty face and outstanding temperament, asked directly, "Did you really compose the two songs at the New Year's Eve party?"

"Yes!" Zhong Yuemin is always more friendly when facing beautiful women.

The female teacher's eyes flashed with appreciation, and then she became firm. "Then can I sing?"

Zhong Yuemin answered without hesitation, "Sure." He thought it was just a simple request.

However, the teacher's next words surprised him. "I mean, only I can sing it. I am the only one authorized to sing it." Her words revealed a haughty attitude. "If I sing well, you can become famous too."

Zhong Yuemin stared at the confident female teacher with wide eyes, looking at her in disbelief. Where did she get this confidence from? Did he give her face?

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart, but he still remained polite on the surface. "I'm afraid that won't work. Whoever likes it can sing it. Why does it have to be sung by one person?"