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This method was very challenging. Did Fu Zihe have such an ability?    

However, this was not something he should consider.    

Ye Chen asked, "How will the outcome be determined?"    

Fu Zihe pondered for a moment.    

It would be totally unfair to let the people present evaluate.    

Ye Chen had a lot of fans. Even if Fu Zihe's song was good, no one would vote for him.    

Therefore, he could only put the song on a bigger platform and let more people evaluate it.    

"Let's post the song on Weibo and let the users on Weibo vote. Whoever has more votes will win. The voting time is two hours."    

"Okay."    

Ye Chen casually agreed.    

After all, he would definitely win this match. He didn't care about the way the competition was conducted.    

He just wanted to use this opportunity to compose some songs.    

"Then choose the instrument."    

Fu Zihe said.    

"No need, I will write it directly."    

Ye Chen could write songs without musical instruments?    

Fu Zihe thought he could not do it.    

Ye Chen must be bragging!    

Fu Zihe could only silently choose a guitar.    

"Time is fifteen minutes. Let's see who can write a better song."    

"No problem."    

Ye Chen agreed.    

Fu Zihe nodded and walked indifferently to a corner, composing by himself.    

But Ye Chen did not start composing. He chatted with everyone.    

Moreover, they were talking about some common things.    

For example, a teacher recently gave birth to a child.    

There was a student in a relationship.    

There was also a high ranking official who received bribes and was investigated by the school.    

Time passed minute by minute.    

Fu Zihe had already started writing down the lyrics and notes.    

Everyone was somewhat anxious.    

"Prince Charming, when are you writing a song? He's almost done."    

"Yeah, you must not let him win."    

"I'll go tear up the things he wrote."    

Everyone stared fiercely at Fu Zihe.    

Ye Chen would not use such a method.    

"Then I'll start writing."    

Ye Chen sat on the ground.    

There were too many good songs in his head. He could write ten songs in a minute.    

However, in order to not cause too much commotion, he pretended to think.    

What song was he going to sing later?    

There were too many popular songs in the past.    

It wasn't easy for him to choose a classic song.    

Ye Chen flipped through the music library in his mind.    

How was Just Go?    

No, this song seemed a little sad.    

Then, I'll wait for your class to end." What about?    

How about Dignity?    

This song had been sung in the streets and alleys all those years ago.    

While Ye Chen was in a dilemma, Fu Zihe put down the guitar and succeeded.    

His eyes were filled with excitement.    

Due to the huge pressure, he performed exceptionally well and created a song that he thought was the best. This song was called Outside the window.    

This name was very creative and could make people fantasize about it.    

He slowly walked towards Ye Chen with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.    

"There are three minutes left."    

"Shut up."    

"Do you want to disturb Ye Chen's thoughts? "    

"You are really shameless."    

Fu Zihe cursed in his heart.    

He only wanted to remind him of the time.    

There was still someone who wanted to tear off his work just now.    

Fu Zihe suddenly felt very wronged.    

Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.    

Ye Chen opened his eyes, but there was no light in them. Instead, his eyes were somewhat blurred.    

Everyone looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.    

Why was his expression a little familiar?    

Wasn't this the same as them waking up in confusion every day?    

Could it be that Ye Chen had fallen asleep just now?    

Actually, Ye Chen had really entered a half-awake state.    

Recently, he had been a little tired and had not been able to sleep well.    

He was in a comfortable and comfortable life, and his mind was suddenly filled with a hint of tiredness.    

Fortunately, he was a cultivator, and he only needed to rest for a few minutes to recover his spirit.    

Ye Chen yawned and stood up.    

"Are you done? Hurry up and show me the song."    

"Why don't you come first?"    

Fu Zihe was very confident in his work. He was afraid that after he finished singing, Ye Chen would be so scared that he wouldn't even dare to sing.    

To avoid wasting time, Ye Chen said lightly, "Alright, I'll go first. We will only compete for one song, or should I sing all the songs I thought of just now?"    

From what Ye Chen said, he seemed to have written more than one song.    

Ye Chen really knew how to brag.    

Fu Zihe curled his lips.    

In just fifteen minutes, writing a song proved that his ability was not bad.    

If he wrote a few songs, these songs might not be of high quality.    

"Alright, since our music talent has created many songs, then sing all the songs to make the fans happy."    

"Okay, let me borrow the guitar."    

Ye Chen snatched Fu Zihe's guitar over. Ye Chen's rough actions made Fu Zihe's heart ache.    

This was a pure hand-made guitar that he had spent a lot of money to buy. It also had the signature of a famous composer on it.    

He was afraid that Ye Chen would damage the guitar.    

But he couldn't let Ye Chen sing without accompaniment.    

No matter how good the music was, without accompaniment, no one could enjoy the music.    

Ye Chen briefly adjusted the guitar and started to play it.    

Everyone widened their eyes and eagerly waited, just like children waiting for candy in kindergarten, full of anticipation.    

"The first song is called Waiting for Your Class to end!"    

Ye Chen slowly opened his mouth.    

The youthful music instantly infected everyone.    

Everyone listened attentively, not missing any melody.    

"Three years in high school, why didn't I study hard and get into a university like yours? I found a job, and the workplace is very close to your dormitory. "    

"I'm lying in your school's sports field looking at the stars. The lights in the classroom are still on and you haven't left yet. I wrote you a love letter. "    

He finished singing this song.    

Everyone was not satisfied, and they were even more moved.    

"So touching! The situation of the song is exactly the same as mine. High school is the biggest regret in my life."    

"That's right. A few years ago, I was also faced with the choice of love."    

"The light melody seems to have allowed me to experience youth once more."    

Fu Zihe's eyes widened at the side.    

This song was too pleasant to listen to!    

Ye Chen's ability to compose on the spot was so strong?    

This song was not the kind of peerless music that could be passed down through the ages, but it was suitable to be played in every corner of the campus. It would make all the students feel the same way.    

However, Fu Zihe did not belittle himself, because his song was not inferior to Ye Chen's.    

"Prince Charming, hurry up and sing the next song! I haven't heard enough of your song."    

"Me too."    

"[Hubby, hurry up and continue singing.]"    

Su Xueqing's eyes lit up. Her and Ye Chen's love was born from high school. Their love seemed to be smooth, but it also had hidden regrets.    

This song made her deeply moved.    

"Okay. The following song is called Just Go."