After saying that, without even looking at Kuang Jie's surprised eyes, he plucked the strings a few times, cleared his throat, and began to sing.

Everyone should have dreams

If you have a dream, don't be afraid of pain.

Thunder was rumbling incessantly.

Rain splashed into my eyes and I couldn't see clearly.

Who is speeding?

I was splashed with mud.

I decided where I wanted to go.

To get to heaven, you have to jump over hell.

Not afraid

Do not run away

This is not a temper

It is called ambition

With courage

Can you push me off the cliff?

I can learn to fly

Never listen

Whose orders?

Very independent

Ears are for listening to one's own heart.

Keep walking in the rain

A gem should sparkle.

Everyone should have dreams

Oh

If you have a dream, don't be afraid of pain.

Keep walking in the rain

A ray of sunshine should be warm.

Everyone should have dreams

...

In her previous life, for some reason, she had put in the effort to practice guitar and singing. Although she was still at a very basic level, it would be easy for her to make a name for herself at such a New Year's Day event.

In addition, her lyrics were very fitting for the occasion, and as soon as she finished singing, she received thunderous applause from her classmates.

"Yang Wanwan, one more song!"

"One more song!"

"You sang so well!"

The atmosphere in the auditorium reached a climax.

Kuang Jie stood behind the curtain, gritting her teeth, unsure whether to step forward or back.

how so?

She originally wanted to embarrass Yang Wanwan, but somehow she ended up making her famous overnight.

"Yang Wanwan, don't get down! If you get down, I'm not done with you! One more song! One more song!"

"One more song, Yang Wanwan, don't get off!"

...

Looking at the students' innocent and enthusiastic faces, Yang Wanwan smiled.

The only reason she attended this boring event tonight was because of her classmates.

She didn't want to miss out on such innocent and carefree youth.

She's such a lovely classmate; she wants to spend more time with everyone.

Yang Wanwan pondered, "Okay then, let me think about what else I can sing. Hmm... I've got it, Trouble is a friend."

Troublewillfindyounomaterwhereyougoohoh

NoMatterifyou'refastnoMatterifyou'reslowohoh

Theeyeofthestormandthecryinthemornohoh

Yourfineforawhilebutthenstarttoloosecontrol

...

A light and ethereal voice, sweet but not cloying, drifted through the small auditorium.

Yang Wanwan sang fluently and cheerfully, and unconsciously incorporated some gestures from her future concerts, making her appear light, graceful, lively, and charming.

This was a song that a little girl often hummed when she later hung out in the foreign trade hall. Yang Wanwan thought it sounded nice, so she learned it too.

Kuang Jie stood behind the curtain, her blood running cold.

Even if she didn't understand anything, she knew that Yang Wanwan played the piano well, sang well, and her gestures were perfectly coordinated.

Compared to her conventional ballet movements, Yang Wanwan's graceful and natural movements are even more captivating.

She doesn't need an elaborate dress; this denim outfit and jacket, paired with a ponytail, makes her look youthful, vibrant, optimistic, and charming.

What's even more terrifying is, where did she learn all these songs? I've never heard of them before.

Yang Wanwan's carefully prepared New Year's Eve party unexpectedly became the stage that made her famous overnight!

Kuang Jie was burning with jealousy and wished she could kill Yang Wanwan right then and there!

Especially when she saw Qiao Song's infatuated gaze in the audience, she wished she could tear Yang Wanwan to pieces!

Yang Wanwan, you're great, you stole my thunder, you're great!

"Thank you, thank you everyone for giving me this opportunity!"

Amid thunderous applause, Yang Wanwan bowed and quickly left the stage.

"My God, Yang Wanwan, how are you so amazing?"

Tan Meimei made no attempt to hide her admiration and actually rushed over, rolling up a newspaper in her hand and presenting it to Yang Wanwan as a bouquet of flowers, saying, "This is for our talented artist, Yang Wanwan!"

Yang Wanwan took the newspaper and thanked him repeatedly.

The students cheered and laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

There weren't any more interesting programs after that, and everyone ended the New Year's Day activities in a joyful atmosphere. Several girls surrounded Yang Wanwan and asked what song she sang, saying they wanted to learn it too.

Yang Wanwan said helplessly, "This is just something I was humming randomly just now, it's really not a song. If you don't believe me, I'll hum a couple more songs for you when I have time. But I can still remember a little bit of it."

The students were dumbfounded. How could someone just go up there and hum a tune like that?

After saying that, Yang Wanwan hummed a few lines of "Keep Walking in the Rain," but then she couldn't hum anymore.

They plagiarized other people's work; they must be feeling guilty.

No one questioned whether Yang Wanwan was just humming randomly anymore; she became famous overnight. Legends of Yang Wanwan spread throughout the campus: she argued with teachers, she argued with Miao Feng's mother, she played the guitar exceptionally well, and she could even spontaneously hum a surprisingly beautiful song…

More people gathered around her, but most of them came with admiration.

Especially in the small test a few days later, Yang Wanwan actually ranked tenth in the whole grade and second in her class.

Suddenly, Yang Wanwan's name became a household name at Yucai Middle School.

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