World One

The old professor handed the revised song to Luan Ye in front of a group of people.

The old professor never thought of hiding the fact that he favored this child, because before he reached his current position, he had witnessed many good seedlings being deprived of their fruits because they had no support.

Composing music has always been a matter of fate.

Those who have a bit of talent but no luck will be complacent because they don't know that the fruits of their labor have been snatched away. Those who have no talent but only a little luck will want to give up before they can persist halfway.

There are very few people who have both talent and fate and can persevere to the end.

It is particularly rare to find someone like Luan Ye who is willing to work hard even when being chased and fed. The old professor certainly does not want him to give up halfway, and even more so does not want him to lose the big picture for the small one.

So a long time ago, when Luan Ye asked him if he could help sell the songs he wrote, the old professor was worried that the kid would follow the same path as those people.

But just as he was about to speak, Luan Ye raised his head as if he knew what he was going to say.

"I just want to sell them because I don't like the emotions in these songs." Luan Ye looked up at him and smiled, "I can continue to compose new songs in the future, and my new songs will definitely be better than my previous ones, so don't worry."

This sounds very arrogant and conceited.

But because the person who said this was a young man, and a very talented young man at that, the old professor did not feel dissatisfied, but was very happy.

This may also be the reason why he always took care of Luan Ye later.

The bell for the end of get out of class had just rung, and the students who had been cooped up for a long time wanted to come out for some fresh air, so the corridor was already very noisy.

But the old professor was calling someone, and the person he was calling was still Luan Ye.

The students who were originally playing in the corridor subconsciously made room for them when they heard the name. They also slowed down their movements, eager to see what the two of them would talk about.

Fortunately, neither of them noticed anything about these gazes, nor did they intend to leave the place.

The old professor was no longer surprised by these looks.

Luan Ye didn't think there was anything wrong with these people's stares, simply because he had been forced to get used to it.

People on the campus forum had already reached a conclusion before, saying that all three people had problems in that incident.

But the matter was not over.

In a society where heterosexuality is still the mainstream, homosexuality is just like heterosexuality. The voices of support are limited to the Internet, where people say things like "love has no gender" and "love is love" and so on.

In the real world, more voices are still blame and misunderstanding.

Not to mention they are still in college, and unlike elementary school students, whose age is more or less approaching adulthood, they will not express their disapproval of this matter explicitly, nor will they show their expressions like children, but will mostly try to trip others up in secret.

So during this period of time, Luan Ye has heard all kinds of bad voices and seen countless people's malicious eyes.

Like before when he suddenly approached him in the cafeteria just to call him a pervert, that was already considered good.

A bunch of people from nowhere found his contact information, and the verification messages were full of "homosexual, pervert".

Luan Ye ignored the angry Maoqiu who was feeling unfair for him, and he didn't get angry either. He simply set his number so that no one could search for it, so he could avoid seeing it.

The old professor chose to hand him the notebook at the end of get out of class, probably because he had caught these rumors.

Of course, Luan Ye would not say something to the old professor at this critical juncture, "Why don't we talk somewhere else?"

Luan Ye took the notebook handed to him by the old professor with both hands and flipped through it.

He always felt that composing music was nothing more than expressing what people see, hear, and smell with musical notes, replacing the work of words with musical notes.

This behavior is essentially similar to a painter painting with paint on canvas or a writer writing an essay with a pen on draft paper.

The only difference is the medium they use.

So if you give your own work to someone else for revision, it will either be reworked to perfection, or completely unpresentable. Or your own style will be inadvertently altered to someone else's style without you even realizing it.

The first two are relatively okay, but the last one is the most painful because you may not even realize it.

Because of this incident, he rarely lets others modify his work.

However, the old professor is a veteran and will not modify Luan Ye's music into his own style. He will only make the connection between Luan Ye's music smoother.

Although the difficulty of playing these songs has increased after being modified by the old professor.

"How is it?" The old man seemed oblivious to the surrounding voices and gazes, simply looking at the young man standing in front of him. "Do you think it's getting harder?"

Luan Ye continued to flip through the pages. He did not deny it: "It has become more difficult, but I can play it."

The tone was calm, but the content was not calm.

The system's eyes widened.

It is an advanced life form that is still in the learning stage. It came here with a mission since birth. Most things were prepared for it in advance by the Creator, so it cannot fully understand what emotions are now.

But it knows that it is very excited now!

It was a kind of excitement that I didn't know the reason for!

Luan Ye also noticed the changes in the system, but he didn't know that the system was an advanced life form. He only thought that the other party was a product created by that advanced life form, not to mention that there was an old professor standing in front of him.

So he was only a little confused by the system's obvious emotional changes, puzzled as to why a system would have such a distinct emotional change. Then he hid his confusion and continued talking to the old professor in front of him: "Um... I..."

He wanted to ask the old professor if he could help him think of the song that only had a name, but then Luan Ye remembered that the song was to be given to Gao Yuan as a "graduation gift".

Forget it, let him handle this kind of thing himself.

Being so close, the old professor certainly didn't miss the hesitation on Luan Ye's face and asked directly, "What's wrong?"

"I want to compose a new piece of music to give to someone," Luan Ye said. "I'm planning to use the yangqin, but I'm not familiar with folk music."

"Just for this?" The old professor glanced at him and nodded. "It's simple. I know a few folk music friends. You can come and play on the weekend..."

"No need." Luan Ye knew what the old professor meant and immediately interrupted him. After realizing that he had interrupted him, he paused and said, "...I'm sorry."

The old professor wasn't angry with Luan Ye for this. There was even a hint of surprise on his face, as if to say, "This kid actually has his own ideas now." "It's okay. Just tell me what you think."

"What I want to ask is... can I take classes at the Traditional Chinese Music Department?" Luan Ye hesitated and stated his original plan. "If possible, I'd also like to learn an instrument with them."

It feels like saying this is like asking if you can give me special lessons. It's always students from other schools who come to take classes, so why are you, a student from our school, taking classes for free?

The old professor looked at him, and then looked at him again.

Luan Ye interpreted the old professor's look as meaning, "Although I am partial to you, you can't take advantage of this," but he still didn't say anything.

"You mean... when your composition department doesn't have classes, you go to the folk music department to take classes, right?" The old professor's tone sounded difficult to describe.

"Yeah." Luan Ye nodded.

"Aren't you tired?" the old professor continued to ask him in that indescribable tone, "Don't neglect your composition classes when the time comes."

"Yeah." Luan Ye continued to nod, "I won't neglect my homework here."

"Okay!" The old professor clapped his hands. "Let's go. I'll take you to the department head and tell him."

"Hmm?" Luan Ye's pronunciation this time was finally different from the previous two. He was still a little confused and subconsciously turned his head to look at the classroom, "...but class will start soon."

"It will only take a few minutes, not too long. At worst, I can take you back later." The old professor didn't hesitate and pulled Luan Ye towards the stairs, as if he was afraid that he would change his mind. "Let's go!"

Due to the old professor's unusual aura, the students at the stairs subconsciously made way for the two of them.

Xu Zhixin, who lost the game of finger-guessing, walked out of the classroom and saw only the backs of the old man and the young boy.

He turned around and was about to go back to the classroom when he remembered something. He grabbed the clothes of a classmate next to him and rubbed his hands: "Brother, did you hear what they just talked about?"

"I was far away just now, so I didn't hear what they said clearly." The person he grabbed thought for a moment and added, "But I think I heard Luan Ye say something about the folk music department."

"Oh my god!" Xu Zhixin immediately let go of his hand, not forgetting to say thank you to him, and then ran back to the classroom, "Oh my god!!"

"Let's get back to them later," Liu Ting glanced at him. "Didn't we agree that whoever loses gets to listen to what they talked about? So, what did Luan Ye say to the old professor?"

"When I left, they had already come down the stairs," Xu Zhixin said, unable to conceal his excitement. "But I asked one person about it, and he said he didn't hear it clearly either."

——Then why are you excited?

Several people who had just taken chairs to sit down looked at Xu Zhixin speechlessly and dragged the chairs back to their original place.

"Do you think Luan Ye is planning to transfer to the Department of Traditional Chinese Music?" Xu Zhixin was not at all discouraged by their behavior and continued to speak loudly.

Liu Ting glanced at him, and in the style often used in romance novels, his eyes were filled with seven parts pity and three parts disdain: "We are both sophomores, and there are only two years left. And Luan Ye usually has such good grades, why would he transfer to another department?"

Why don't you use your brain when you say this?

Xu Zhixin finally caught on, but since the person before him was Liu Ting, with whom he could argue eight hundred times a day, he remained stubborn and said, "Don't you need good grades to transfer to another department? Luan Ye's grades are so good, he's a perfect candidate for transfer!"

"Xiao Xin," his roommate Four Eyes said, pushing his glasses up from his nose as he turned to look at him. "Luan Ye is already above average. Why don't you think...would our composition department teachers be willing to let this promising talent go now?"

Xu Zhixin finally shut up.

He took out his phone and decided not to talk to them anymore, he decided to complain to his girlfriend.

The department head's reaction after hearing the news was similar to that of the old professor. He looked Luan Ye up and down, and then up and down again.

Luan Ye felt that their looks were strange.

Then the department head asked, "You don't want to transfer to the Chinese Music Department, do you?"

"No," Luan Ye replied, "I just want to learn some folk music with them. If it doesn't work out, I won't go."

If that works... he would not only listen to it, but also want to try out those instruments, with the emphasis on the yangqin.

"But there are still two years left," the department head took a sip of tea, "and you're planning on attending classes from time to time. By then, you'll have enough brainpower..."

The old professor interrupted the department head rudely, "He didn't say he'd go to the Chinese Music Department to take classes whenever he had free time. He's an adult now, doesn't he know when to give himself a break?"

When Luan Ye was surfing the Internet before, he saw a lot of people complaining about the defense.

Many people complained that they were really scared at the time and felt their tongues were tied, while others said that their mentors were able to debate with many scholars and expressed their gratitude to them.

He looked at the old professor who was having a passionate discussion with the department head, and felt that before he even graduated, he had already experienced the feeling of his mentor debating with a group of scholars on his behalf.

It feels so great.

[Host,] At this moment, the system slowly moved over, [I don't think I've formally introduced myself to you before.]

"Have some water first," the old professor took the time to take a glass of water and handed it to Luan Ye, "Go pick a place to sit, I'll talk to him."

Luan Ye thanked him and glanced at the department head. After receiving a helpless wave of his hand, he chose a seat and sat down: [System, please continue.]

He took a sip of water.

"Don't worry," the old professor was still trying to convince the department head. "He's been here for so long, he's already developed feelings for the composition department. Looking at the entire school, our composition department is definitely the best for him. How could he want to transfer departments just because of this?"

The department head was still hesitant: "That's not what I meant. I just felt..."

"When I said I was a system before, I was just using a common human term, thinking it would be easier for the host to understand." The system continued to whisper, "Actually, I am also a living being."

[…Lifeform.] Luan Ye took another sip of water. [Lifeform, what…wait a minute, lifeform?]

Is it the life form he was thinking of?

"Because my creator is a high-level civilization, I, the one he created, am also a higher-level civilization than humans," the system explained. "That's why I always say I'm still learning."

Luan Ye thought about the conversation between him and Gao Yuan, then looked at the system in front of him that didn't look like an adult at all, and almost choked to death on the water.