They don't actually think I like them, do they?

It was indeed smooth and sweet, just like sucking on a mango. Even Lin Han, who usually had no interest in sweets, thought it was quite good.

"Isn't it delicious? I especially love their mango pudding." Su Ruxue looked at Lin Han expectantly.

"Ah."

"If you appreciate my pudding and can enjoy it with the same attitude as me, then we're kindred spirits from now on," Su Ruxue said with a smile. She seemed to be talking about the pudding, but then again, she wasn't.

"I have one more request."

"what?"

"You must be there when I perform the piece you wrote for me for the first time," Su Ruxue requested.

“Okay, as the creator, I will take full responsibility for you,” Lin Han said.

Having said everything that needed to be said, and after Lin Han finished his pudding, the two stood up from their seats. It was time to part ways.

"See you next time then," Lin Han said, putting his hands in his pockets.

He had only taken a few steps when Su Ruxue called him back from behind.

"Teacher Orange, there's one more thing."

Lin Han turned around.

There stood Su Ruxue, carrying a cello and wearing a black dress. Her face was slightly flushed, but her eyes did not dodge; she stared straight at him.

"Your name is?"

"Lin Han." Lin Han smiled, turned around, waved to Su Ruxue with his back to her, and left.

......

There are still 56 days until the college entrance examination.

During the first class in the morning, Lin Han stared blankly at this line of words on the blackboard.

Although he signed a contract with Su Ruxue last night, Lin Han hasn't decided what to write for the first song yet.

After all, if Su Ruxue decides there are no problems with the piece she composed, she will most likely perform it in public. As the first piece Lin Han uses to test the extent to which classical music can disrupt the mainstream aesthetics of this world, Lin Han needs to carefully consider it.

Just then, a large hand suddenly waved in front of him.

"Hey, even our academic genius daydreams in class sometimes?" Xu Hui, who sits next to him, teased.

"No one can be 100% focused, okay?" Lin Han slapped Xu Hui's hand away and said seriously.

"So what were you thinking about just now? Yan Yuli or Mangzi?"

"Su Ruxue".

"Who the hell is this? It's only been a few days and the version has been updated again?!" Xu Hui exclaimed in horror, "Even when Crossover Rice Noodles released female characters, you're updating this fast!"

"She's just a cello friend who asked me to write a song for her."

"The college entrance exam is almost here, and you still have time for this?"

"From which position in the grade are you criticizing me?" Lin Han looked at Xu Hui, her eyes filled with innocence.

"..." Xu Hui choked up.

Faced with this all-around superior warrior, he was truly speechless.

Damn it, this is so unfair!

Why do you always win at everything? You deserve to die!

"Are you still in contact with Yan Yuli?" Xu Hui asked again.

Lin Han thought for a moment: "I helped her with a few questions on WeChat a few days ago, which counts as fulfilling my duty. It's been a week since we last met."

“Sogga,” Xu Hui said.

As a witness to Lin Han and Yan Yuli's story from beginning to end, Xu Hui had always felt a sense of regret. He felt that the two shouldn't have ended things like that. However, since his good friend Lin Han hadn't said anything, he didn't feel comfortable speaking up either.

"So, what song are you going to write for that little girl who plays the cello? Knowing your style, it'll probably be another love song, right?" Xu Hui changed the subject.

Lin Han was about to say that he had written classical music when he was taken aback.

Can't classical music be "love songs"?

Yes, classical music plus love, a double buff, combining the most hated musical elements of our time, wouldn't that be even more explosive?!

Previously, Lin Han's mind was filled with choosing from several famous and sorrowful war songs. The kind-hearted man was single-mindedly thinking about how to dance wildly in people's minefields.

Actually, as a newcomer to instrumental music, it wouldn't be appropriate to start with a rave about a graveyard. Choosing a classical love song as a foundation would be a good idea. After all, the "Orange Jam" brand of love songs still exists, and as long as it's related to love, Lin Han isn't worried about his instrumental music lacking popularity.

Lin Han became more and more excited as he thought about it. Ignoring the math teacher on the podium who was spitting as he spoke, he took out his notebook and immediately began to compose a piece of music.

"You... you just started writing??"

Xu Hui was completely dumbfounded. He had only mentioned it briefly, but Lin Han had started talking about it immediately.

Is this what it looks like when a musical genius's inspiration strikes?

Xu Hui couldn't wait to get closer; this was the first time he had ever seen Lin Han compose music in person.

In Xu Hui's understanding, music creators test the sound while writing, slowly finding the feeling. When inspiration strikes, they jot it down anytime and anywhere. Sometimes they start by writing the climax, writing and revising repeatedly until they are satisfied, and then composing the beginning and the end. Countless great songs are born from countless days and nights of creators scratching their heads.

Xu Hui was about to see what Lin Han's sudden inspiration looked like in his notebook.

As soon as I peeked out, I saw Lin Han's pen moving so smoothly, sliding across the notebook without any sign of stopping.

Seriously?! Don't you even need to think?!

Are you doing a dictation exercise here?!

Xu Hui was still in a daze when Lin Han had already finished writing—

A tribute to love.

P.S.: Family, the monthly votes have been tallied tonight, and this book has 961 votes. I'm shamelessly begging those of you who still have votes: could you please help me reach 1000 votes? QAQ

091. It doesn't matter, I'll take action.

This tactic worked very well. After hearing this, the math teacher felt embarrassed to keep dragging things out and had no choice but to let Lin Han go back.

After Lin Han sat down, he cast an approving glance at Lin Han, as if he still wanted more.

Lin Han felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

Since he'd already seen it, he could only pray that the old man had a 2G signal, didn't like surfing the internet, and didn't know who Orange Jam was.

In fact, the orange jam was only popular among students, so there shouldn't be any problems.

However, the students below the stage were quite disappointed. They thought they were going to hear some juicy gossip, but there was nothing at all!

After all, that was Lin Han from No. 7 Middle School, a legendary figure with a string of rumors surrounding him. Everyone was all ready to see what Lin Han was up to, but he just made a show of himself, grabbed his notebook, and left. It was really boring.

However, in reality, Lin Han was going to have to do this job sooner or later, but it wasn't Lin Han who did it, it was Orange Jam who did it!

That evening, Lin Han contacted Su Ruxue to arrange a time.

When Su Ruxue learned that Lin Han had already written the music, she was so surprised that she typed several question marks on WeChat.

"Teacher Lin Han, what kind of genius are you? You wrote a piece of music in just one day?!"

"It takes me more than a day to learn a single piece of music!"

"It's just a trivial matter," Lin Han said.

On the other end of the phone, Su Ruxue saw this line of text and was filled with mixed emotions.

As someone who works in the music industry, how could she not know how much effort it takes to compose a piece of music!

Don't be fooled by Lin Han's nonchalant tone. He must have worked on this piece until dawn last night, going through countless pitch tests, revisions, adjustments, and reflections before finally finishing it in a single day!

Given Lin Han's craftsmanship and meticulous attitude towards music, he must have racked his brains and exhausted a great deal of energy in front of the computer to create a masterpiece!

Su Ruxue understands the hardships and efforts behind this!

"Let's do it at nine o'clock tonight then. You decide the location," Lin Han said.

"Teacher Lin Han, there's no need for you to make the trip. I'll just come to your house to perform!" Su Ruxue said.

"?????"

Two hours later, the doorbell rang.

Lin Han opened the door, and a white-haired girl carrying a cello was already standing in the doorway.

"Hello, Professor Lin Han," Su Ruxue said with a smile.

"Please come in," Lin Han said.

Su Ruxue entered the room, took off her high heels, and put on slippers. Even this action was done with utmost elegance, the process of taking them off was smooth and silky, as if she was deliberately showing off her clean ankles to Lin Han. Then, she neatly placed her high heels on the shoe cabinet.

Su Ruxue was wearing a white cheongsam today, with a hollowed-out lace design at the chest, revealing her snow-white breasts. The slit in the skirt made her protruding buttocks and the top of her thighs faintly visible.

It must be said that the girl has an excellent figure.

If Su Ruxue is usually the epitome of poise and elegance, then today, she exudes a... worm-like aura.

Lin Han felt increasingly uneasy as he thought about it.

Wait a minute, isn't this just a simple rehearsal? And it's happening at home.

Isn't this woman dressed a little too much?

He confirmed that Su Ruxue didn't have a performance today; she came from home. This is so strange!

"Do you live alone?" Su Ruxue asked an extremely pointed question as she walked into the house.

"Mm," Lin Han replied.

"Hey~ You're so young, won't it be inconvenient for you?"

"I'm used to it." Lin Han smiled. He had survived the most difficult days, and he was actually quite satisfied with his current life.

"Okay." Su Ruxue said thoughtfully.

Lin Han led Su Ruxue to the music room. Almost the instant they entered the room, Su Ruxue became excited.

"Oh oh oh!"

Su Ruxue disregarded her composure and excitedly went to the piano.

"Is this the piano you usually use to film your videos?"

"Correct."

Su Ruxue stroked the piano keys with her hands, closed her eyes, and felt a strange sensation.

Many great musical works were born on this piano!

"Is this the microphone you used to sing in your video?" Su Ruxue touched another microphone.

"Correct."

"And this computer? Do you usually use it to edit videos?"

"Ah."

Faced with Su Ruxue's endless questions, Lin Han could only sweat profusely beside her. Thankfully, this was a music room, so there were unlikely to be any dangerous items.

For Su Ruxue, it was like entering her idol's room, where every item held an irreplaceable place in the hearts of fans!

"Great."

Su Ruxue sat in the chair, taking in everything around her.

　"Alright, let's get down to business."

Lin Han sat down on a chair nearby, then took out his notebook and handed it to Su Ruxue.

　"The title of this piece is 'Ode to Love'."

"A Song of Love".

Su Ruxue repeated the song title aloud and solemnly accepted Lin Han's notebook.

As Lin Han wrote the first song for Su Ruxue, Su Ruxue felt both apprehensive and expectant.

After she had browsed through the sheet music once...

The expression on the girl's face gradually froze.