This time, there were more voices responding to her. Lan Qingyue found the singing annoying, but she couldn't change the tune because there was only one song, and changing it would be pointless.

Lan Qingyue patiently taught her again, and this time only two or three students who were more outgoing followed along. The other students remained aloof. Lan Qingyue looked at the camera and said that it was too difficult for her.

Simin was already having a blast. He had divided his forty-odd young boys into two groups and was having a fierce basketball game, with himself acting as the referee, running around.

The basketball team was incredibly enthusiastic, with cheers erupting continuously. The photographer was also running around with his camera, looking even more excited than the referee, Simin.

Chen Xueyun's team wasn't much better. Chen Xueyun seemed to be holding back, keeping a tense expression. The students didn't dare to interact with her at all. Whatever Chen Xueyun sang, they would sing along, their voices barely audible.

The atmosphere of Yu Qingqing leading everyone in practicing calligraphy was peaceful and serene, and it was the same on Guan Zhizhi's side. The students were all learning very seriously. Lan Qingyue was depressed, as if she could see herself at the bottom of the group.

But she didn't want to be at the bottom!

She could accept losing face on her own, but she couldn't bear to lose face with so many classmates. She felt she had to win something to show the affection of these dozen or so classmates.

Lan Qingyue thought for a moment and asked everyone, "Classmates, how about this? I'll turn off the music and then I'll sing, and while I sing, I'll teach you all how to dance. You can tell me what songs you want to hear, and if I know them, I'll definitely sing them. What do you all think of my idea? If you think it's okay, please raise your hands, okay?"

Lan Qingyue: To avoid losing face, I'm going all out.

"Great!" Everyone cheered, and all their hands were raised, instantly raising the atmosphere to a fever pitch.

A boy stood up, raised his hand high, and said, "Teacher, I want to hear the song 'Youth,' can you sing it?"

Lan Qingyue: "I can sing, I can sing."

Of course she knows this song. She's listened to it on repeat so many times, humming along every time. She always feels that if she can sing that song, she will stay true to her original aspirations and forge ahead bravely.

Everyone looked at Lan Qingyue expectantly. She cleared her throat and began to sing a cappella. As she sang, some classmates hummed along with her and, without realizing it, started dancing along.

As soon as the song ended, everyone's enthusiasm was ignited. The students all requested songs, and Lan Qingyue had no choice but to follow the majority and sing one after another. The dance was the same one, but she didn't need to lead the singing anymore. Some students sang their favorite songs loudly, which naturally inspired the other students. The scene was lively and bustling with singing and dancing.

"That's really great. Teacher Lan is smart and adaptable. Look at how quiet the scene was just now, but now it's full of enthusiasm. It's comparable to Brother Si's place."

Director Cai, who was watching from the stage, couldn't help but praise him. He said to Qi Yu, who was expressionless beside him, "Boss, I think Teacher Lan has a great sense of variety. What do you think?"

Qi Yu's gaze drifted into the distance, seemingly unfocused, yet his attention unconsciously fell upon that small figure. He said, "Let her be."

Director Cai: "..."

He awkwardly touched his nose. He felt that the boss's tone was a bit indulgent. What was going on?