Lyrics competition

  The first match had finally arrived, and a group of students from Qingxiao Academy had gathered in front of the bulletin board early in the morning, curiously looking at the announcement on it.

  The content of the notice is simply some rules for competitions and so on, which are held in the auditorium of the college every time.

  The auditorium of the college was packed with students who were eager to know what song had been written.

  A figure suddenly appeared on the large screen behind the podium, both familiar and strange!

  "It's Reon! It's that genius composer, Reon!" The auditorium erupted in a chorus of gasps.

  "Really?! How did he end up here?!"

  "I've listened to all of his songs, and I love them the most!"

  "Please be quiet." Ruan Qinghua's soft voice was filled with authority, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

  Within a few minutes, the man's gentle voice on the screen poured out.

  "Hello everyone, I'm Leng Jue Chen." A simple self-introduction, yet no one found it inappropriate or uninteresting.

  "This tune is a new song I composed, and it hasn't been matched with lyrics yet. Whoever can come up with satisfactory lyrics will not only be the winner of this first round, but I'll also use their lyrics to release this song." Leng Jue's warm smile carried a hint of detachment.

  Then the screen turned black and the figure disappeared.

  At the same time, Ruan Qinghua continued, "I have already passed the song to the instructors of each class. Those who have debuted can go find an agent, and students who have not yet debuted can find their instructor. Three days later, please hand in a perfect score. From now on, I won't appear in front of you again."

  After Ruan Qinghua finished speaking, some students seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream and did not react, but Xia Qingkong calmly got up from her seat, walked with elegant steps, and left the auditorium.

  Only a few people witnessed this scene, each with their own thoughts.

  "Xia Xia, are you really going to participate in this exchange student competition?! Do you want to go to Japan?!" Hachijo Sayori was puzzled. It's clear that Xia Qingkong didn't need to go through so much trouble, coming all the way to school and participating in the competition, which wasn't even consistent with Qingkong's usual style!

  "En." Xia Qingkong wore earphones and listened to Leng Jue's composition, responding faintly.

  "Clear sky, don't listen! Did you seriously hear what I said?!" Hachijo Sayori was so angry that she pulled off Clear Sky's earphones from his head, feeling a bit helpless and indignant.

  "Jing Xuan, take care of her!" The lazy sky raised an eye and had no choice but to let Tang Jing Xuan that little girl take care of her!

  "Xiao Qingtian has her own ideas, don't worry about it!" Mei and Gui also stood on Xiao Qingtian's side, speaking up for her.

  Actually, the weaving was fine, she was just too impatient.

  "You... forget it, I don't care!" Xiaoyi sat down on the sofa with a huff, holding her pillow and fuming.

  "Hehe, Saya, don't be angry. You're just worried that Haruka went to Japan without taking you along, right?!" Mei teased with a glance, seeing through Saya's thoughts.

  The silk weaving was seen through by others, feeling a bit embarrassed and awkward, finally letting out a cold hum to cover up one's emotions.