After Luo Wenjie withdrew, only Chen Fan and Ma Xiaoshuai were left to register.

Because time was tight, they picked another song without stopping.

This time, Ma Xiaoshuai chose the song "I Like You" by the Beyond band.

Don’t the organizing committee love Cantonese songs? Let’s do a Cantonese song this time and see what they have to say.

After two days of rehearsal, Zhou went to see three teachers from the organizing committee and played the piece live.

As a result, after listening to the lecture this time, the three teachers' comments were even worse than last time.

"I think there's something wrong with your song selection."

The teacher who commented last time pointed out the problems of the two people without hesitation.

"There's nothing wrong with your singing skills, but you're still a little awkward when singing Cantonese songs, and you can't fully express your true feelings."

"Of course there is another problem. For this evening show, there are already three Cantonese songs shortlisted. We don't want to select Cantonese songs anymore."

Ma Xiaoshuai was stunned and looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan asked directly: "Teacher, what suggestions do you have?"

The teacher was silent for a while, then suggested, "I've seen the preliminary program list for this evening party. The singing program includes Cantonese songs, love songs, solos, bands, rock music, and bel canto..."

"An evening show should pursue the naturalness and the flourishing of a hundred flowers, and in the end, there should not be any overlap of programs."

"I suggest you pick a school song."

The judge's eyes lit up.

“That’s a good idea.”

"So far, there are no school songs in any program."

"We are a school. It would be a pity if we didn't have a school song."

"Also, if you two sing a school song, it will stand out and attract everyone's attention, right?"

…

Coming out of the conference room, Ma Xiaoshuai looked as depressed as a frost-bitten eggplant.

Chen Fan joked with a smile: "Why is it like this? Are you shocked?"

Ma Xiaoshuai raised his head and looked over, his eyes dull.

"Why are we so unlucky? At first they said our programs overlapped and asked us to change songs, but now they are saying there are too many Cantonese songs... They are just playing a trick on us."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Actually, I think what the teacher said makes sense."

Ma Xiaoshuai rolled his eyes: "That doesn't make sense. All our previous efforts were in vain."

"How can it be in vain? At least our cooperation and guitar playing level have improved to a higher level..."

"You are optimistic."

Ma Xiaoshuai sat down on the steps in a somewhat depressed mood.

"To be honest, I'm almost losing interest now."

Chen Fan quickly encouraged this guy.

"No, I guess. Are you going to give up on this little setback?"

"Don't forget, you boasted in front of Song Linlin?"

"If you give up now, how will Song Linlin look at you?"

Ma Xiaoshuai glanced at Chen Fan and said, "I remember you were the least interested before, right? How come you are the most active one now?"

Chen Fan smiled and said, "I really had no interest in it at first. But it's different now."

"What's the difference?"

"My Ruochu said that I sing well and she wanted to see me sing on stage."

Ma Xiaoshuai opened his eyes wide, then lowered his head to look around.

"Where's the basin? Where's the basin? I'm about to vomit..."

'Brother, why are you so mean?'

Chen Fan sneered: "You know nothing. This is called love."

"As long as Ruchu likes it, even if she wants the stars in the sky, I will pick them for her, tie them with a bow and send them to her."

Ma Xiaoshuai stopped his funny act, glanced at Chen Fan, and raised a thumbs up.

"You're awesome."

"Stop talking nonsense and think about what to do next."

"What else can we do? Let's continue choosing songs." Ma Xiaoshuai muttered, "They suggested that we sing campus songs, the popular ones, or "My Deskmate" or "My Brother Sleeping on My Bunk."

Chen Fan thought about it but shook his head.

"These two songs are indeed easy to resonate with, but they are not easy to leave a memorable impression. I guess not many people will remember them after they are sung."

"Besides, don't you want to sing for Song Linlin? These two songs don't fit the theme."

"Could it be that Song Linlin is sleeping on the upper floor with you, brother?"

Ma Xiaoshuai cursed. "Fuck, then tell me, what song should we sing?"

Chen Fan was silent.

"Let me think about it."

"Brother, we don't have much time. The second screening for the party is coming soon."

Chen Fan said helplessly: "It's really not possible... I'll just write one myself."

"What?"

Ma Xiaoshuai suspected that he had heard it wrongly.

"What did you say? Write a poem yourself? Who wrote it? Did you write it?"

Chen Fan glanced at the guy and asked, "Do you think you can write songs?"

Ma Xiaoshuai shook his head: "Nonsense, of course not."

"That's not right. I have to write it."

Ma Xiaoshuai's eyes widened. "Brother, please stop making trouble. Can you write songs?"

Chen Fan didn't explain and just walked away.

"I'll think about it when I get back and tell you when I've figured it out."

"Depend on……"

This actually aroused Ma Xiaoshuai's interest, and he quickly chased after her.

'Hey, is this true? Can you really write songs?'

"I said let me think about it, but I didn't say I would definitely write it down."

"Fuck. It sounds like the truth."

Ma Xiaoshuai didn't quite believe that Chen Fan wrote songs. After all, it was not a special thing. How could one do it without systematically learning relevant professional knowledge?

As a result, Chen Fan really brought him a surprise.

Early the next morning, Ma Xiaoshuai had just bought breakfast and brought it to the apartment, and Chen Fan handed him a piece of paper full of words.

"What is this?"

"Lyrics."

Ma Xiaoshuai was stunned: "Lyrics? You wrote it?"

"You didn't copy it from the Internet, did you?"

Seeing that Chen Fan didn't answer, Ma Xiaoshuai lowered his head and looked at the words on the paper, frowning slightly.

"'Year of Innocence'? I've never heard of this song before?"

Chen Fan thought, nonsense, of course you haven't heard it. This song was not released until 2017.

Ma Xiaoshuai murmured the lyrics softly, and his eyes lit up slightly after he read it once.

“The lyrics are well written.”

"No... the writing is very good."

"But why are there only lyrics? Where is the music score?"

"No..."

Chen Fan gulped down the breakfast that Ma Xiaoshuai brought him while mumbling something.

"What the hell?" Ma Xiaoshuai glared at him, "You wrote a song but don't have the music score?"

Chen Fan curled his lips and said, "I don't study music, so how can I know that?"

Ma Xiaoshuai tapped the lyrics in his hand.

"So how do you write this song?"

"I can only hum tunes, I can't write music."

Chen Fan smiled with a hint of pride and said, "This is my specialty. Isn't it amazing?"

Ma Xiaoshuai glared at him and said, "What a bullshit! How can I sing or play the song without the music score?"

"Why are you so anxious?" Chen Fan rolled his eyes: "Just because I can't do it doesn't mean no one can."

"Wait until I finish my meal."

Ma Xiaoshuai had no choice but to wait patiently for Chen Fan to finish his breakfast, then he took out a napkin to wipe his mouth.

Then he slowly took out his cell phone and made a call.

Chen Fan naturally called Wang Xu from the New Generation Music Studio.

We have a basis for cooperation, so there is no need to explain some nonsense, and the other party will understand the meaning.

Sure enough, upon hearing that Chen Fan had written another new song, Wang Xu on the opposite side immediately became excited.

"Wait a moment, I'll go call the commander."

Wang Xu ran downstairs with the phone and shouted a few times, and soon his partner Li Changjun also came.

I sat in front of the piano and tried to play a few notes, and then I heard Wang Xu's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Okay. You can start singing."

Then Chen Fan cleared his throat and began to sing the first part.

After the song was finished, the two people on the other end of the phone began to try to find the score.

Both parties have experience in cooperation, so they work together quite well.

In this way, Chen Fan sang a song, and the other party followed to find a score, and soon he wrote the score for the first verse.

Ma Xiaoshuai stood aside and watched the scene in amazement.

A face full of sighs.

"Fuck. Are you still playing like this?"