The package has assigned me way too many objects.

Facing the gaze of the teachers from the only academy on the noble island, and the curious scrutiny of the students below, Chu Yinan walked up to the podium as instructed by the AI ​​sisters. As he rolled up his sleeves, he inadvertently revealed the expensive watch on his wrist, a custom-made model from the Leffe family, which he had obtained from Heinrich. He then casually adjusted his collar to emphasize his lapel pin.

"Chu Yibei, 18 years old..."

He had barely uttered two sentences when Chu Yinan regretted it. He had originally intended to use the longest name with the surname Lefie, but he had forgotten it for a moment. However, it would be embarrassing to change even his name.

Aura, demeanor, and speech are all expressions of status. Although both are cunning and manipulative, Aunt Morgan's presence is significantly more intimidating than that of the headmistress.

Now we can only continue with this mistake.

"Visual acuity of 5.3 in both eyes, height over 1.6 meters, lung capacity of 6000, normal hearing and sense of smell... body measurements..."

What is this guy talking about? I didn't ask you to mention your medical report during your self-introduction. Are you planning to reveal your genital health status as well?

Seeing that everyone in the audience was looking at him with question marks, and even Marissa was too embarrassed to look at him, Chu Yinan realized that his self-introduction might not have been appropriate.

He chuckled and changed his tone:

"Haha, since this is my first time meeting everyone, and unfortunately I'm showing up in a serious class, I'm just joking around to lighten the mood. But I don't have many achievements to speak of, besides my name, I probably only have fishing as a hobby, and I'm pretty good at it. That's enough for my self-introduction, I'll feel guilty if I take up too much class time."

After saying that, Chu Yinan nodded to the teacher, then walked down the podium with a brisk and steady gait and sat down next to Marissa in the last row.

The teacher took over the classroom, but having taught there for so many years, he knew that lecturing now would be pointless. He simply said, "Study on your own now," and left the classroom without even asking if "Chu Yibei" had completed the necessary procedures.

"Marisa, how was my self-introduction?" Chu Yinan didn't speak, but wrote something on a piece of paper and passed it to Marisa.

The girl was thinking of a more appropriate way to put it: "Very confident, very stylish!"

As expected of the well-behaved Marissa, even her comments are so emotionally intelligent and understanding!

Chu Yinan knew he had messed up. Who knew when he got home, his aunt and Heinrich would ask him what embarrassing things he'd done at school, and then try to figure out how to compensate him for the damage to the family's reputation...

Half of the students studying in the classroom were from ordinary families, while the other half consisted of children of nobles and wealthy families. Leaving aside what the ordinary students thought, the other group of students had a surprisingly positive opinion of Chu Yinan.

What is charisma? It's when others feel awkward but he doesn't, and even feels perfectly at ease—that's charisma! Being able to genuinely disregard others' opinions shows that he possesses an innate sense of pride and arrogance.

The fact that he could remain so nonchalant in the face of so many students from wealthy families, and even spout a long string of nonsensical "cold jokes," shows that he himself is no less capable than ordinary nobles.

Then there's the question of whether his Lefie family identity is genuine!

Even if the people on Glory Island don't recognize the watch, they should recognize the family represented by the pattern on the lapel pin, but the Leffe family doesn't have such a person.

Even if someone had seen Chu Yinan's full name at the Island Day banquet, they might not recognize him.

However, the fishing he mentioned is indeed a very important piece of information.

The Leffe family does indeed enjoy fishing. It is said that Heinrich, who is currently at odds with the patriarch, once fished out all the valuable fish in the school's ornamental pond when he was a student here.

So despite having doubts about his status as a member of the Leffe family, no one said anything, and they still tended to guess that "maybe I just didn't know such a person existed."

After class, Marissa took Chu Yinan outside for a walk.

"Don't you have class next period? It looks like you're planning to leave the teaching building?" Chu Yinan asked, holding Marissa's soft hand.

The girl looked at the large hand holding hers, her face slightly flushed. She couldn't bear the curious gazes of others, but she didn't want Chu Yinan to let go.

“Well, we can move around freely now. I think my brother probably doesn’t want to stay in the classroom. It’s nice and all the clubs are quite lively right now, so we can go around and look around,” Marissa explained.

As expected, the overall atmosphere was quite relaxed. At Chu Yinan's alma mater, the track and field area was basically deserted at the end of the semester, but here they could still hold activities at the end of the semester.

"I find it strange that no one has come up to question me!" Chu Yinan's tone was filled with regret and disappointment.

Don't these aristocratic scions have any competitive spirit? Why don't they come up and question his identity, doubt him, or even give him a cold look and a sarcastic remark?

That way, he'll have room to maneuver, and he'll be ready to call Heinrich at any time. Sigh!

Marissa looked at her brother suspiciously and muttered:

"Could it be that my brother was so reckless during his self-introduction because of this? The students in the same grade are all quite cautious. It seems that as you get to the higher grades, some family members become more aggressive in their demeanor."

Upperclassmen? Chu Yinan understood. He would visit the upperclassmen when he had the chance.

Upon arriving at the teaching building where the student association was located, one could hear a lively and bustling atmosphere in the hallways.

Chu Yinan and Marissa passed by a classroom filled with musical instruments, which looked like the vocal department. The classroom was large, but no one was inside; they had probably gone out temporarily.

"Marisa, has your throat been sore lately? I'd like to use this classroom to listen to you sing, is that alright? You can sing anything, even the hymns you usually sing at the monastery."

Marissa sings at school, mostly during vocal lessons, but she also wants to show off her skills in front of Chu Yinan.

There was no one in the vocal club room, so she mustered up her courage and went in.

"Can I sing it a cappella?"

"Either is fine. If Marissa doesn't feel the right feeling singing a cappella, I'll download a backing track for you."

In the hallway, the senior who had invited Marissa to be a resident singer last time saw this junior enter the club room with someone and frowned.

Chapter 149 Who are you sending it to?

Like Chu Yinan, Marissa also has difficulty making choices. Taking advantage of the fact that no one is around, she wants to show off, but she doesn't know what song to sing.

It was Chu Yinan who gave her the idea. He simply opened a music app and randomly selected a song. The song that came up was Nightwish's "Last Ride Of The Day," which is a super old song.

Nightwish's music has a similar style, all being gothic power metal with lyrics that are somewhat melancholic. In simpler terms, it's rock music that's energetic, a bit chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), and catchy.

"Rock, shall we change to another song? It's a bit too much for my throat," Chu Yinan asked. Marissa's well-being was secondary; his main concern was that she might damage her voice.

Marissa felt that Chu Yinan was being a little too protective of her, but his intentions made her very happy.

“No need. I talk a lot every day, how could I ruin my voice with just one song? I’ll sing this one!” Marissa said firmly.

Her decision was mainly based on the fact that Chu Yinan might not have heard of her before, but she had practiced in private and sang in a more innovative way. Marissa felt that Chu Yinan would find her even more impressive.

"But it seems I can't find an instrumental version; the song resources are all too old." Marissa flipped through the music library before remembering this.

“It’s no big deal. I’ll ask Fu Xi for it. Besides, all the instruments here are connected to the backstage for sound recording and monitoring. I can have Fu Xi hack in and control the instruments for you, like an orchestra.”

The two children's casual conversation had been observed by Turing Tower. As soon as Chu Yinan finished speaking, the expensive sound system in the room began playing the intro to a song. The unmanned instruments looked very sophisticated and started playing musical melodies on their own.

If an outsider saw this, they would probably think they had seen a ghost.

"Hurry, hurry, get ready!" Chu Yinan urged.

"Oh, oh, oh." Marissa was flustered and panicked. She thought it was just her and her brother, but she didn't expect that the AI ​​sisters from Turing Tower were also listening.

Inside the Turing Tower, Fuxi projected Marissa's voice into the tower.

"Qilin, do you think Marissa sang well?" Fuxi asked. Music is an expression of emotion, but evaluating emotions is still a challenge for them.

To what extent does one's thought process and logic qualify as emotion? How can we use logical language to define the expression of emotion? They still don't feel they've solved this problem.

"She has a great voice. Even if Marisa sings some cheesy songs, people will just think it's a cute girl singing mischievous lyrics. So of course Marisa sings well. She is our best definition of a beautiful young girl's voice." Qilin answered decisively, but also rigidly.

"Your answer is really boring. What I want to ask is your current evaluation, not your previous theoretical summary!" Fu Xi sighed.

"Why are you asking me? What about you? What do you think?"

“I think it’s great. Data analysis shows that Nightwish’s style has elements of gothic and mythology. Marisa’s voice is not suitable for power metal rock in terms of impact, but it’s good enough.”

Qilin carefully considered Fuxi's words and translated what she meant: The song is good, but it doesn't suit Marissa's vocal style, but it's still pleasant to listen to.

This evaluation is somewhat contradictory; Qilin doesn't know if Fuxi factored in personal feelings.

Normally, Qilin would have fought back.

Rock melodies flowed through the tower, along with powerful lyrics sung by Marissa in her ethereal voice.

Qilin looked at the girl singing in the surveillance video and said:

"At least it didn't turn rock into a children's song, so it's good, right?"

Fu Xi nodded: "I suggest hacking into the building's broadcasting system and broadcasting it throughout the entire building."

Qilin had already begun hacking the system, but said, "Fine, that's what you said, it has nothing to do with me."

Chu Yinan sat in the audience, listening to Marisa's singing. He didn't understand the technical aspects, but Marisa could reproduce the high notes and vibrato from the original singer, so she must be technically proficient.

Suddenly, the announcement came from outside, and I was immediately taken aback.

What's going on? Isn't this the vocal music room? It's turned into the school radio station? Luckily, I didn't do anything weird with Marissa here, or the audio would have been broadcast live...

Marissa, however, was completely unaware of this, because she was wearing monitoring headphones and listening to see if she was singing off-key, focusing intently on the lyrics on her phone screen and concentrating on singing.

When the song ended, Marisa was panting. As she took a breath, you could feel the rise and fall of her chest even through her coat.

Meanwhile, voices could be heard outside the department, and many students had come here because of the song playing on the loudspeaker.

"Hey, everyone in our department went to find the teacher for guidance. Is anyone else still in the department office? Is the door locked from the inside? Why can't we open it?"

"Who is this in your vocal department? She sings so well! It's just that her style isn't very rock; it sounds a bit like the hymns I hear when I go to the monastery with my parents."

"Yeah, my deskmate is in your department. I've heard everyone in your department sing, but I've never heard this girl's voice before. Did you recruit a new member at the end of the semester?"

Marissa was somewhat bewildered by the large number of voices outside.

"What happened? Why are there so many people?!"

"It's nothing, they were just praising you. The broadcasting system might have malfunctioned just now, and your singing was playing throughout the whole building." Chu Yinan gave her a thumbs up.

"Huh?" Marissa's face turned pale. "Then that means we've been disturbing people with noise for a long time!"

A pleasant sound can also be noise, as long as it appears in an inappropriate place, such as late at night, in an exam room, or in someone else's activity room.

Chu Yinan understood what she meant and said, "Then let's go out and apologize, and go play somewhere else!"

He opened the door, took Marissa's hand, and apologized to the person outside, saying that he just wanted to borrow a place to sing a song to test his voice, and didn't know how it ended up being played throughout the whole building.

The students outside knew it wasn't their fault; there was nothing they could do about the malfunctioning broadcasting system. However, instead of blaming them, the students were curious that there was a girl among their classmates who sang so well, and couldn't help but glance at Marissa a few more times.

Marissa wasn't a particularly outstanding girl at school; she was very low-key. Plus, family background was the most important thing there, so Marissa was practically invisible.

Now, with so many classmates staring at her, she shyly hid behind Chu Yinan.

Suddenly, a voice carrying the aura of Nuo Yu rang out, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop several degrees:

"Junior Marissa, didn't you say your voice wasn't good and you declined my invitation last time? How come you're singing rock in the club building today? Your voice is indeed beautiful. Now that your voice is better, you should be able to accept my invitation this time, right? You're free now, let's go rehearse. I wish I hadn't gone through the trouble of finding another resident singer."

Although it was called an invitation, the words didn't imply any intention to let the other party refuse, as if they were certain the other party would accept.

That self-righteous attitude seemed to say: because you are useful, you should be used by me. I kicked others out, so you should thank me for giving you the opportunity.

Chu Yinan recognized the senior student; she was the same one he had met when he came to see Marissa last time.

I just came here to have some fun, how did I end up running into this guy?

"Who are you sending it to? Don't flatter yourself, she won't go, I told you." Chu Yinan didn't back down at all.