Last week.

Huang Zewen invited Su Yehao to a bar.

Soho Bar, Vila&/<

An excellent teacher won't casually doubt a student. Young, innocent hearts can't withstand the torment.

After organizing his thoughts, Mr. Feige put on his glasses, and asked with a smile, "Such delicate lyrics, they almost made me cry, reminding me of my girlfriend when I was young. Su Yehao, these lyrics... what were you thinking?"

One lie often requires many more to cover it up.

While deeply embarrassed, Su Yehao shamelessly straightened his face and replied seriously:

"Report, teacher! Don't let my cheerful, lively demeanor fool you, I can be quite sensitive! I used to like a girl, but it ended sadly! Heartbreak makes people grow!"

Vila was looking at Su Yehao.

She thought she understood something and sighed.

Jiang Yu was a little nervous.

Although she thought it unlikely, at that moment she was wondering if his so-called heartbreak had something to do with her.

On the other side.

Zhao Yimeng suddenly remembered her parents mentioning Su Yehao's planned marriage and felt a little suspicious, her eyes showing vigilance.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted!

He Shao Fan almost fell over.

His close friend Zhugan was already pounding the table, laughing until he could barely breathe.

Su Yehao looked at them, feeling that their friendship was about to end.

In the end, he was indeed alone, silently enduring everything.

This music class was better off skipped!

Mr. Feige nodded.

Even though he had some doubts, he ultimately said nothing. They hadn't known each other long enough to jump to conclusions easily.

The music teacher turned and smiled:

"You're something else. I've had so many heartbreaks, and all I did was get drunk in a flower bed and get sent to the hospital. Drinking is bad; the more you drink, the more depressed you become. As for the school's million-dollar song purchase, maybe if you have another heartbreak and a huge emotional explosion, and write one or two good songs, it could be yours."

Embarrassment aside.

Mentioning such a large sum of money, Su Yehao instantly revived.

Good heavens.

A full million Hong Kong dollars was worth several years of his previous part-time jobs.

He would just have to shamelessly put himself out there again.

Su Yehao pressed Mr. Feige, "Isn't the school using that money to commission songs from Hong Kong? Can I write one too?"

"Commissioning songs, of course, the money goes to whoever has the best song. But this isn't child's play. It has to be meaningful, have substance, unlike love songs. The school board is taking this very seriously, and I and several other music teachers have made a solemn pledge..."

Mr. Feige didn't think Su Yehao had the skill and brought the topic back to the lesson.

He earnestly told the others present:

"Su Yehao's two songs have beautiful lyrics, but unfortunately, there's no accompaniment, only the guitar. I always feel like something's missing, and he played so many wrong notes."

"Come on, let's listen to it again!"

"Who can write quickly? I want to copy the lyrics onto the whiteboard so everyone can observe and learn, and carefully see how delicate his lyrics are. Girls should like a guy like him, especially that line, 'Who can privatize Mount Fuji with love?' Worthy of praise."

Jiang Yu volunteered.

She went up to the stage, picked up a marker, and began to listen to the song and write the lyrics, her handwriting elegant.

He thought this matter was over.

Unexpectedly, he was embarrassed a second time.

The more the teacher praised him, the more swollen his face felt.

It was slapping him hard, because he didn't deserve it.

Su Yehao once again drifted off into space, feeling the urge to escape.

Where am I?

Who am I...?

Many familiar main melodies began to echo in his mind.

The mature bottom line could be adjusted slightly up and down.

But some things were important and couldn't tolerate any compromise.

A tribute song must not be treated lightly.

If he could participate, Su Yehao would feel honored.

Moreover, the million Hong Kong dollars offered by the school was genuinely attractive.

The restaurants and cafes weren't open yet, so he couldn't be sure how much money he could make. And the money in the wealth management company's account was under his mother's strict supervision, so he couldn't freely use it in the short term.

So, Su Yehao's currently available cash was only that three million or so from before.

It was enough to live on.

But if he wanted to achieve something great, it was far from enough.

The more startup capital, the better...