The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 57 Hu Youyu, the Humble One, Online Music Dictation
The "wandering singer" skillfully plucked the strings, and a melodious guitar intro immediately followed.

However, what followed was not singing, but a light whistling sound.

In just a few seconds, it immediately captivated the ears of the surrounding audience.

The whistling stopped, and then the singing began.

"If one day I become very rich."

"My first choice is not to travel around the world."

"Lying in the world's biggest and softest sofa."

"Eat, sleep, then eat again after you wake up, and live for a year."

The "street singer's" fingers had just swept the last note across the strings when the boy holding the N95 video recorder suddenly shouted.

"it is good!"

These lyrics really touched his heart.

This is exactly the life he's always dreamed of!
Although the boy's shout was meant to be a cheer, it drew angry glares from all the customers at the food stall.

Even the pretty girls at his desk and the next desk all cast dissatisfied and protesting glances at the boy.

I was listening to music, why are you interrupting?

Xu Huanshan knew most of these pretty girls.

There were Xia Qing, Xu Hongdou, Zhu Suosuo, and Chen Nanxing from his class. The other two I didn't recognize were probably from Gu Jia's class.

Xu Huanshan was so engrossed in looking at the pretty girl that he didn't notice Gu Jia's gaze fixed on the "street singer."

At this moment, the singing continued.

"If one day I become very rich."

"That way, I can keep everyone by my side."

"Eating, drinking, and chatting happily every day."

"Don't worry about tomorrow or parting."

The boy carrying the N95 mask wanted to cheer again, but Xia Qing stomped on his foot hard, telling him to shut up.

The chorus then begins, but the tempo doesn't quicken; instead, the singer's voice conveys a sense of composure.

That feeling of relaxation is truly unparalleled.

"Become rich! I'll become rich!"

"So many people waste their time day and night!"

"Become rich! I'll become rich!"

Then, feigning modesty, he said, "Money isn't everything!"

As the interlude began, the familiar whistling sound rang out once again.

The customers at the food stall all swayed and nodded along, and some even whistled along.

Those who imitated the movements poorly were immediately covered up by their companions.

Xu Huanshan turned around and asked Gu Jia curiously, "Who sings this song? I've never heard it before?"

Gu Jia shook her head; she hadn't heard of it either.

However, with its upbeat and lively rhythm, catchy lyrics, and ability to touch people's hearts, a song like this, given the current speed of online dissemination, will certainly not remain unknown once released by the singer.

So this is most likely an unreleased...original song?
Thinking of this, Gu Jia's gaze fell once again on the incredibly handsome face of that "wandering singer".

Even with her boyfriend standing right next to her, Gu Jia still couldn't help but think that his face was just too adorable.

The whistling stopped, and the singing started again.

The lyrics maintain the same format as the first half, but the style of the content has subtly changed.

If the first half of the lyrics resonates with the listener, the second half elevates the theme.

The phrase "Let evil people no longer have the right to speak" stirred the blood of those around him.

"it is good!"

It was that same boy with the N95 mask again. He broke through the "resistance" from both sides, let out a loud shout, and expressed his feelings directly.

At this point, the lyrics changed again, and the theme became reversing time.

The line, "It's not about contributing to human ideals, I just want to say I'm sorry," left everyone in the audience, men and women alike, stunned. The lyrics were simply—

Absolutely!

But what's even more brilliant is the song's last line, "And then, from the bottom of my heart, I say that money isn't everything."

This was accompanied by the faint, almost imperceptible smile on the lips of the "wandering singer."

At this moment, the "wandering singer" seemed to be glowing!

The song, which was only a minute and a half long, captivated all the customers at the food stall.

The crowd of onlookers outside completely blocked this section of the pedestrian street.

Even the security guards on the pedestrian street who rushed to the scene only started directing the flow of people after the singing stopped.

Just as the "wandering singer" was about to take off his guitar strap, a voice rang out.

"I'll pay two hundred to sing it again!"

At the food stall, a middle-aged man took out two large red bills from his wallet, held them up high, and shook them forcefully twice.

The boy who was recording with the N95 suddenly stood up.

"Don't you have any sense? This is my buddy, not a busker. If you want to hear him sing, that's fine, but whoever can come up with more than this amount, I'll have my buddy sing him another song!"

As he spoke, the boy took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a wad of red bills, and threw them on the table.

It must be at least several thousand!
After that, no one in the food stall dared to say a word.

The guy can casually throw out several thousand yuan, so he's obviously not short of money.

To be able to be on friendly terms with such a wealthy man, the "wandering singer" who just started singing must have quite a background.

Expecting someone to sing another song for 200 yuan is simply wishful thinking.

Just then, a tall, thin boy with raspberry-red hair stood up, wearing brown sunglasses, his smile humble and ingratiating.

"Brother, you've got it wrong. I'm the one who's busking. This expert just lent me his guitar for 100 yuan. I can sing any song you want to hear. For 200 yuan, I can sing for you for half an hour!"

"I want to hear that song again, can you sing it?"

"I—" Hu Youyu's smile froze on his face.

He can really sing; he just transcribed the sheet music.

But he wouldn't dare do that in front of the original creator!
If they sang it live, wouldn't that be like showing off one's skills in front of an expert?

"Brother, can we sing a different song? This song is someone else's original, I really can't sing it."

"I don't care, if you can't sing, then don't make a sound."

Hu Youyu sighed inwardly; two hundred yuan was gone.

He took his guitar and was about to try his luck at another table when the boy who lent him the guitar called him back.

"You just copied my sheet music, didn't you?"

Hu Youyu stood there stunned, his face showing the panic of someone caught red-handed.
"I...I didn't!"

The boy picked up two red bills from the table and waved them in front of Hu Youyu.

"Two hundred yuan, sing that song I just sang again, let me see if you've transcribed it correctly. If you can sing it well, you can even earn the two hundred yuan from that guy at the table."

"Can I sing the songs you wrote here?" Hu Youyu's eyes lit up as he boldly asked.

“That was written by a friend of mine, but I can make the decision for him. However, you can only sing it offline. If you sing it online or promote that you wrote the song, my friend has video evidence on his phone.”

Before he could finish speaking, Hu Youyu shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"No, no, I will absolutely not sing online."

"Okay, you can start singing now."

The boy sat down as he spoke.

Witnessing this, Xu Huanshan turned to Gu Jia with a look of surprise: "Is the boy singing from your class?"

"Yes."

"Is that the class monitor who got 38 votes?"

"Hmm, he's the arts and culture committee member."

(End of this chapter)