"How about we burn incense and beg Professor Zhang to forget about this?"

"Don't dream, Professor Zhang is not old enough to forget about the assignments of the year before."

"Oh my god, why am I already a college student, and I have winter vacation homework."

Zhao Huo was already lying on the table in a collapsed state. Yao Shun turned off the computer and wanted to save his credits.

"You didn't write it? Then I'll feel relieved."

Jiang Fan thought he hadn't written it, so he was worried in the end.

Although credits will be deducted, there are always remedies. I am afraid that I am the only one who doesn’t write it.

After more than ten minutes.

The person who rescued the credits changed from Yao Shun alone to three.

Seeing that no one was taking a shower, Qiao Yang took the things and changed clothes and prepared to take a shower.

Suddenly, he stretched out a hand from behind and grabbed the underwear in his hand.

Qiao Yang raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Jiang Fan behind him.

"Why, are you interested in my underwear?"

"No, how could that great god, can I help me complete the chorus part, I will write the main song myself."

"And I."

"Count me."

“…”

What a shameful face, asking others to help is as just as being justified.

"You can finish writing the main song before you talk about it."

"Just wait for your words, wash slowly, and we will finish the main song before you finish taking a shower."

“…”

Qiao Yang silently looked at the three opportunistic guys in the dormitory, stopped talking and walked into the bathroom.

Half an hour later.

Qiao Yang put on his clothes and came out of the bathroom, and the three of them were still writing.

Qiao Yang put down the basin of dirty clothes and walked behind Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan brought his headphones and didn't realize that he had finished washing.

After approaching, Qiao Yang found that these three people were handwriting music scores.

"What kind of homework is it? The homework assigned in the first year of the first year should not be too difficult." Taking off one of Jiang Fan's headphones and putting it on his ears, Qiao Yang found that most of the music scores written by Jiang Fan were consistent with the music in the headphones.

"God, you've finished taking a shower. It's so great. I can't continue writing." Jiang Fan saw Qiao Yang as if he had seen his relatives, and he almost hugged his waist.

"Have you found a solution, just write it according to this song." Qiao Yang said lukewarmly.

In fact, he was a little angry. His old man taught vocal music.

Treat music like your own children. Whether it is good or bad, you write it bit by bit.

Jiang Fan's behavior has touched the edge of his principles.

"God, don't get me wrong. I'm not translating Chinese translation. This is the homework assigned by Professor Zhang."

"He asked us to adapt a song that we are satisfied with according to the song he gave."

After Jiang Fan explained with a bitter expression on his face, Zhao Huo and Yao Shun felt the movement, turned around and began to complain.

"San Lao, let me tell you that Professor Zhang is famous for being strict in our school and cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes."

"The other professors have not assigned homework in order to let everyone have a good New Year, so only Professor Zhang has assigned it."

"And he also said that he did not ask for the best ones. He wanted to pick the worst ones from his homework and let this person go on stage to use the classroom piano to play the songs he wrote."

"If that's the case, it's better to let me die."

"You have to save us."

Three people in the dormitory were crying and howling. Qiao Yang suspected that if the dormitory manager passed by and saw the three people lying on the ground begging him, he thought he had done something bad.

"Whoever sent me the song? I'll try to write one, do you guys refer to it?"

"That part of the chorus?"

"No copying is allowed, but you will not stop you from fine-tuning. This is the author's permission."

"Save, third brother, you will always be our great god."

The three looked awe-inspiring. Qiao Yang was really worried that they would take a black and white photo of him with a Polaroid in the next second and hang it on his bedside.

...

After receiving the song given by Professor Zhang, Qiao Yang listened it carefully several times.

The first impression is that it is very dull.

The second impression is that it is very dull.

There are ordinary pop songs, but the authors of ordinary songs will more or less integrate their feelings into the song.

Write a story of your own in the form of a song.

The song given by Professor Zhang feels like an old man keeps talking about how he eats and sleeps on weekdays, without any ups and downs.

This should not be written by a singer or composer, but a song written by Professor Zhang casually.

Just like the composition title "Life" given by a middle school teacher.

Some people have colorful lives, while others have ordinary lives, but they always have their own unique features.

This is the real purpose of Professor Zhang assigning this homework.

Qiao Yang closed his eyes and recalled his past life with the melody.

"What's wrong with the third brother? Have you entered a state of meditation?"

"I probably fell asleep. Professor Zhang listened to this song a few more times, and I wanted to go to bed."

"You just fell asleep, the great god must be thinking."

Zhao Huo and Yao Shun were a little worried. Even Qiao Yang could not think of it for such a short time, but Jiang Fan always believed that Qiao Yang was not that weak.

Soon his trust was responded to. Qiao Yang opened his eyes again, put his headphones aside, and started writing quickly on the paper.

In his eyes, not only the five-stitch score, but also the lively and clingy Yang Xiaoyu, who was always beaten by Yang Xue to the point of being beaten by Qiao Jiao, who was bruised and swollen because of teasing others.

Notes were written one by one under his pen, and soon the music score entered the chorus.

Since high school, the old man of the Qiao family studied hard and Yang's mother told him that he had a engagement with Xiaoyu suddenly.

Having written this, Qiao Yang's pen stopped suddenly.

"Are you finished writing? Let me see."

Jiang Fan snatched Qiao Yang's music score and hummed according to the melody.

"It's very good. If I hadn't heard Professor Zhang's song, I wouldn't have believed that this was modified by that song."

"Don't just watch it alone, let's take a look."

Zhao Huo and Yao Shun also took action to grab the music score and hummed with the notes on the music score.

Jiang Fan also listened to the two of them humming and began to reminisce. It was their turn to rewrite it into their own song based on this score.

But to the end of the day, they slowly felt something was wrong.

“This song is not long enough.”

"The feeling has come to an abrupt end, and the feeling is still not over."

"Yes, I always feel like something is almost there."

Qiao Yang rubbed his temples.

"You didn't finish writing it, but you snatched it away."

“…”

Seeing Qiao Yang having a headache, the three of them couldn't help but feel guilty and quietly put the music score back on Qiao Yang's table.

"You keep writing, we won't bother you."

After saying that, the three of them didn't dare to stay by Qiao Yang anymore and tiptoed back to their position.

Qiao Yang no matter what the three people are doing, he re-examines his own songs, just like examining his own past.

The reason why a story is a story is because it can resonate with people. Simple truth is often not enough and subjective expectations and wishes are required.

So what will be the most moving ending of this story?
Chapter completed!