At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

That head maid, Bai Qiao, seems to have more trump cards and a wider range of tactics than me. Therefore, if I want to defeat her in this arena, I must find a way to strengthen my own foundation.

This is the core factor that has been troubling her lately; compared to that, competitions and the pieces she plays in the semi-finals are not so important.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, a big day is coming up, the only priority is to find a way to surpass the head maid as soon as possible.

Su Che was unaware of her thoughts.

At this moment, he turned to look at Xiaoxiao:

"Xiaoxiao, you should be extremely busy as a junior, how come you can just come out in the afternoon? Don't you have classes at the secretariat?"

Lin Xiao: "No problem! I'll let the juniors handle the clubs! I'll skip all the required courses!"

"..."

"After all, finding the right material is important! Oh no, I mean creating original tracks is important! So of course I have to make some choices!"

Xiao Xiao had a mischievous grin on her face.

Su Che knew perfectly well that the "source material" she saw was completely different from the source material she had just described.

While he himself said "everyone was involved in the research," in Xiao Xiao's eyes, it might have taken on a different meaning.

Sure enough, she muttered under her breath, "Su Che is really something, he's been going overboard lately. Maybe he got a shock after the competition and his threshold has gone up..."

"Don't talk nonsense. You need to have evidence for your statements."

Before she could say anything sarcastic, Su Che immediately interrupted, "I'd like to ask you instead, what are your plans for the new song?"

"Of course!"

Xiaomiao replied, "My inspiration was to take some of Su Che's unique rhythms in a confined space and write them into a song in my own words!"

Su Che: "?"

At first, he didn't quite understand.

The next second, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"No. What do you want to do? Xiaoxiao, what do you think you want to do?"

"It's nothing, hehehehe..."

Her tiny eyes darted around, her mischievous thoughts written all over her face.

This scene prompted the kitten eating candy nearby to remark, "I think she's the most lewd person here right now."

Xiao Xiao: "!"

"Don't say anything that might be detrimental to team unity."

Miya: "Okay."

The kitten said, handing over a piece of candy.

Without a second thought, Su Che put it in his mouth.

I chewed half of it before realizing that it seemed to be the last third that had been bitten off by someone.

The meeting is still ongoing.

An Qing looked worried the whole time and didn't say a word, clearly preoccupied.

Su Che looked at her: "Is it the lyrics that's causing you trouble?"

"Um……"

The cat hesitated, then said, "Actually, I have a lot of ideas, but since I've never written a song before... when I actually start writing, I feel like what I write is very immature and can't accurately convey the message..."

"Oh, I see... I see."

Su Che understood perfectly.

It's like when I was a kid writing in my diary. Writing it felt like I was directly expressing my current feelings and releasing all my emotions without reservation—it was incredibly satisfying.

But you don't need to wait long; check back after a month, half a month, or even a week, and you'll likely be so embarrassed you'll want to dig your toes into the ground.

This is just a diary.

This is especially true for novels.

During his junior high school years, Su Che wrote entire notebooks of fiction, which were circulated among his classmates.

Because everyone was close in age, even classmates found it quite interesting.

But one day, many years later, when he pulled the notebooks out of the cabinet again, he only looked at them for 30 seconds before choosing to go downstairs to find a secluded place and burn them to "delete" them.

The firelight concealed her blushing, embarrassed face.

An Qing's situation is probably the same.

"Songwriting, technically called 'lyric writing,' requires a certain level of professional skill. It's about conveying the most meaning with the fewest words. So encountering obstacles is normal."

Su Che fully understood that writing lyrics in Mandarin was exceptionally difficult.

If Japanese songs are mostly narrative-driven and can be told in a straightforward manner, with the occasional use of suggestive lines to make them more elegant, then Mandarin lyrics, if written even slightly roughly, will give people a vulgar and tasteless feeling, turning into so-called "bubblegum pop songs."

"Landmine songs don't actually need to be very elegant; they just need to be emotional. But you have to be careful not to be too pretentious, or people will use it against you and call you a pretentious intellectual."

An Qing: "Yes... so it's hard for me to find the right balance. I was thinking, if only someone with experience could help me."

She did need some guidance, but Su Che couldn't provide enough.

Su Che's songwriting is entirely based on arrangement, with the arrangement taking the lead. After the composition is perfected, the lyrics are added.

Therefore, when starting to write lyrics, it is best to have a melody to complement them; otherwise, it is really just a blank sheet of paper to imagine out of thin air, and the lyrics written will be difficult to arrange.

"Here's what we'll do: I'll help you find the right people for now, and you can focus on practicing singing. We'll put the lyrics work on later, after the composition is done. Once the composition is finished, we'll work together to tackle the most difficult part, and then we'll discuss it and finalize it."

Su Che provided a solution.

"Okay... but who will Cheche ask for help?"

An Qing was somewhat concerned.

He also suggested: "If all else fails, we can start with a simple creative approach and write a Japanese song. After all, the most authentic 'landmine song' has to be the 'denpa-kei' style."

"Just write down the lyrics you want to convey, then have a professional translate them, and you're good to go. For Mosse, English and Japanese songs are welcome; it doesn't have to be in Mandarin."

"That's feasible, but that's a backup plan. Ideally, we should develop Mandarin-language landmine songs. This track is a blue ocean, and if we really figure it out, we might be able to make a name for ourselves in the Mosse competition."

"!"

Upon hearing this, An Qing thought Su Che's idea was quite clever.

Indeed, the most authentic landmine songs are from Japan, but that doesn't mean they can't be translated into Mandarin with the same arrangement style.

It may be difficult to achieve, but it's worth a try.

"As for people... um..."

Su Che pondered which person around him was an expert in this field.

I thought about it for a long time, but came to no conclusion.

At this moment, Miya suddenly said, "Don't you think our new classmate might be better at this?"

"A new classmate? Who is it?"

Su Che completely forgot about a certain theoretical genius and looked utterly bewildered.

Miya hesitated, then reluctantly reminded her, "Fubuki. When I played with her in my first lesson, Teacher Ma praised her as a songwriting genius. Not only can she play the piano, but she can also write songs. She already has more than 30 original singles, not counting demos, and she's even released two compilation albums..."

"what???"

Su Che was greatly shocked upon hearing this.

I was thinking, we're all classmates, how could someone be at this level?

"...I should have guessed that she wouldn't have been chosen by Master Ma if she didn't have some skills...Looks like I underestimated her?"

Su Che took a deep breath, realizing he was still too slow to react.

He's been too busy lately to notice the details of the people around him like he used to, which he attributes to "drinking too much herbal tea."

"If you ask her for help because you own a cat, it's like asking for outside help. So I should be able to help Xiao Yuanxiao too, right?"

Miya, true to form, never gave up and always wanted to lend a helping hand to the little bird.

Su Che had initially insisted that everyone try their best, and if that didn't work, they could consider other options. However, due to the obstacle in writing the lyrics, he had to abandon his original firm stance and concede:

"Okay, but don't teach her too much... Don't spoil her, understand?"

Little Bird: "Who's spoiling me! Even Ah Che doesn't force me to drink! Humph, bullying a good kid! You're a bad adult!"

"..."

The scene was rather chaotic for a moment. Su Che gave the child a look, indicating that they could talk about it on Tuesday.

Yuan Xiao pouted, indicating that she would wait and see, and pecked him to death tomorrow.

...

At this moment, Su Che began to consider the feasibility of seeking help from new classmates.

"I've only known Mikami for less than 24 hours, and I'm already asking him for professional help in the field of songwriting. Isn't that a bit too much of a stretch?"

Getting back to the main point, he felt that one should not be a freeloader.

But Miya saw things from a completely different perspective: "Didn't Professor Ma say that students should help each other and do academic discussions? Just think of this as an invitation to work on assignments together. I think Mikami won't refuse."

The kitten has a lot on its mind.

She thought that if Mikami made a move, she could participate more in the activities of "Seven Colors" and earn more time to be with him.

Although at first glance, the privilege of occupying the master bedroom bed seems more prestigious,

But after the morning meeting, the kitten realized that the master bedroom didn't actually have much of an advantage. Staying there only once a week wasn't enough to fully satisfy her needs.

In a cat's nature, it feels uncomfortable if it doesn't get petted by its owner for a day; it's something ingrained in its DNA.

"Okay, I'll give it a try. But the earliest I can do it is after the next class. I'm not really close to her right now. It would be difficult to ask her out rashly."

After weighing the options, Su Che felt that if Mikami really agreed, then An Qing would provide the emotional elements, she would assist in writing the lyrics, and then guide An Qing through bilingual translation, gradually refining the theme. This was actually much better than having her own team work behind closed doors.

"By the way, you said she's written so many songs, what's her ID? Can you tell me? I'd like to hear about her songwriting style."

"Sure, I'll help you look for it."