Once Rong Yuheng turned off his microphone, the progress of the entire class flowed smoothly like running water.

The remaining students took turns singing, with varying levels of skill.
After one round, the best vocalist was still Shan Qi.

Rong Yuheng noticed that there was also a male student who was good at singing rap.
He had strong lyric-writing abilities and his name was Bian Chen.

Perhaps it was the clash between strong individuals, but Rong Yuheng always felt a hint of hostility from Bian Chen towards Shan Qi.
Every time he sang a couple of lines, he would “yoyo” in Shan Qi’s direction.

He seemed particularly astute.

Rong Yuheng’s confidence was a bit shaken.

Why didn’t Bian Chen “yoyo” towards him? Did he look down on him?

Was his powerful singing of the heroic song not captivating enough, or was his tango not bold enough?

Jin Zhiyao was in front giving feedback on Bian Chen’s performance when someone lightly tapped Rong Yuheng’s arm.
He turned around and was surprised to see it was Shan Qi.

Shan Qi had somehow snuck up behind him and spoke softly with his head down, “Why aren’t you happy?”

Rong Yuheng was suddenly exposed, his heart jumped in surprise, but he kept a calm expression, “I’m not unhappy.”

Shan Qi glanced at his pouting mouth, “I’ve never seen someone with this expression while being happy.”


Before Rong Yuheng could come up with a clever retort, warmth and emotion shimmered in Shan Qi’s eyes, “Are you defending me?”

Rong Yuheng’s mouth twitched in astonishment, and his small ears seemed to have misheard, “What?”

“When he was provoking me, your gaze was particularly intense.
I couldn’t ignore it at all.”

Rong Yuheng, “…”

No, I just wanted to be among you strong people…


As it was nearing lunchtime, the first day of classes came to an end.

Rong Yuheng felt like he was going crazy from hunger.
He was still a young sapling, without sunlight and nourishment, how could he grow into a towering tree?

After the other students dispersed, heading to the cafeteria downstairs in groups of two or three, Pu Zaixi dashed over from the other side of the classroom, laughing wildly as he ran.

“Hahahaha… I can finally laugh out loud! You’re truly a treasure of a boy!” 

Rong Yuheng didn’t want to pay any attention to him.

Pu Zaixi, this little idiot, acted as if he had never laughed before.
It was clearly him who started laughing first when Jin Zhiyao broke character earlier!

Pu Zaixi fluttered around Rong Yuheng like a butterfly for a moment, then patted his shoulder and flew away gracefully, “You still have makeup classes, so I won’t wait for you, haha!”

Rong Yuheng numbly waved his hand and hurriedly walked away… walk quickly…


The classroom instantly emptied, leaving only Rong Yuheng and Wen Zhecheng.

Wen Zhecheng leaned against the railing at the end of the classroom, crossed his arms, and looked over, “What are you standing there for?”

Rong Yuheng quickly pitter-pattered over.

Once he stood in place, Wen Zhecheng said, “Sing.”

Rong Yuheng took a deep breath, “Dahe (Big River)…”

“Choose another song.”


He pursed his lips and paused for a moment, finally choosing to surrender, “I’m sorry, Teacher Wen, I don’t know many songs.”

“If you don’t know many, why did you participate in the talent show?” Wen Zhecheng said, feeling that his tone was a bit sharp, so he slightly softened it, “You must have heard a few theme songs from TV dramas you’ve watched since you were young.”

Rong Yuheng felt embarrassed to tell Wen Zhecheng that he actually grew up watching anime.
Although he could sing a few lines of the One Punch Man opening.

Rong Yuheng racked his brain and finally came up with a film and television theme song.

He tentatively cleared his throat, “I’m going to sing.”

Wen Zhecheng inexplicably sensed a “high-energy warning” in the air.
He lightly “hmm”ed.

Under Wen Zhecheng’s vigilant gaze, Rong Yuheng slowly opened his mouth.


“Interpreting an unsolved mystery

With countless grievances that cannot be recorded~”

Unending grievances, unwilling hearts,

Cry~ uuuu~ to the heavens…”


The melancholic voice flowed smoothly from their lips, filled with sorrow and admiration, tears and complaints, lingering between the two of them, entwined like silk.

Especially the word “cry” was particularly prolonged, with trembling like undulating mountains, trembling into “wu wu wu…”

Rong Yuheng looked mournful, excessively affected and artificial.

Wen Zhecheng held his breath in his chest, unable to speak for a long time–

It turned out to be “The Injustice to Dou E”!

Before he could stop him, Rong Yuheng immersed himself in the climax, elongating his neck like a dying swan, producing the resounding echoes of the ancient injustice,


“Injustice~ Injustice~

Grievances spanning several lifetimes but unable to resolve the bond

The injustice leaves a regret in history

Life… like smoke…”

Outside the music room door, Qiao Tan’s hand rested on the doorknob.
He remained silent for a while and didn’t dare to push the door open.

He came to invite Wen Zhecheng to have a meal, but even before entering, he heard the faint sound of “The Injustice to Dou E” seeping through the crack of the door, forming a eerie enchantment.

Qiao Tan hesitated for a moment outside the enchantment before ultimately turning around and leaving.

At the corridor’s entrance, Song Tang, who was waiting, couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s Teacher Wen?”

Without looking back, Qiao Tan replied, “Let’s eat by ourselves.
It seems like he’s performing a memorial service.”



It was already half an hour after Rong Yuheng finished his makeup lessons.

It must be said that although Wen Zhecheng seemed difficult to get along with, he taught with great dedication and offered many improvement suggestions tailored to Rong Yuheng, such as exercises to stimulate the brain.

Rong Yuheng benefited greatly and made a note of it.

“I’m back.” He pushed open the dormitory door.

“How was it? How was it, the one-on-one tutoring with Cheng-ge!” Pu Zaixi eagerly sat up from the bed.

“Wen Teacher is very responsible,” Rong Yuheng pondered for a moment and decided to give Wen Zhecheng a good reputation, “He is not as difficult to get along with as we imagined.
He is patient with me when I don’t understand something.”

He added, “He also showed me a lot of care.” His eyes looked foolish.

Pu Zaixi exclaimed, “Wow… I thought Cheng-ge had a bad personality.
I didn’t dare to say anything unnecessary during his class.”

When Pu Zaixi mentioned this, he suddenly showed admiration.

“When you were auditioning, did you make Cheng-ge raise his butt a bit higher?”

“…” Rong Yuheng recalled for a moment and nodded silently.

Zou Yi had just finished showering and came out, hearing this, he sighed in admiration.
“You know, when I watched the live stream, I was stunned.
You really dared to say that.
Could it be that you relied on the blessing of Bodhisattva?”

“I was just doing it for the performance effect,” Rong Yuheng didn’t think much of it before, but now, hearing it from his roommate, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret.

“I didn’t expect Teacher Wen to come as a substitute.
It feels awkward seeing his butt now.”

The small dorm room fell silent instantly.

Pu Zaixi felt like he had too many complaints but couldn’t express them.

It’s not about whether it’s awkward to see his butt!

You simply don’t care about Cheng-ge’s feelings.
You only think about yourself!

After a while, Zou Yi spoke up, “Let’s change the topic.”

Rong Yuheng & Pu Zaixi, “…Agreed.”-

However, before they could start a new topic, the dormitory door was pushed open, and Zhou Shubai came in with hand in a pocket and walked straight to Rong Yuheng, handing him the bag.

“This young master ordered it for you, Georgian cuisine.”

Rong Yuheng was taken aback.
He really didn’t expect Zhou Shubai to order food for him.

“Brother Shu Bai…”

Pu Zaixi exclaimed, “Ah! Just now I mentioned that you were left behind for makeup lessons, and Shu Bai said you must not have eaten! Wow, Shu Bai, I have a new side of you.
You, as a young master, are quite considerate!”

Zhou Shubai was frustrated, “What do you mean by having a new perspective on me? This young master has always been a good person!”

Rong Yuheng was instantly moved and threw himself into Zhou Shubai’s arms, wailing loudly.
Two streams of hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Brother Shu Bai, you are truly a living bodhisattva! Waaaah…”

Zhou Shubai was startled by his sudden embrace and tears, stumbling over his words, “What the hell, I mean, why… why are you crying?”

Zou Yi and Pu Zaixi were also shocked–

Although it was touching, it didn’t warrant shedding real tears!

And it happened in an instant.
What kind of physiological response did Rong Yuheng have?

But Rong Yuheng was indeed someone who was easily moved, especially now, being alone and suddenly receiving care.
He felt that his delicate nerves were instantly touched.

He sobbed for a while until strings of saliva hung from his mouth, reflecting the light, before he finally closed his mouth.

Rong Yuheng wiped his eyes with his hand and took the bag.

The food inside was still steaming hot, and the packaging was exquisite.
It was evident that it was ordered from a high-end restaurant.

Zhou Shubai felt a bit awkward, “You helped me with my luggage today, and I just wanted to thank you.
We agreed that I would treat you to Georgian cuisine, and it’s only a bit over 400.
It’s not expensive at all.”

The three of them, “…”

Alright, the essential nature of this foolish showing off of wealth had not changed at all–


Wen Zhecheng returned home at 9 p.m.

His father, Wen Zhongyun, was a renowned master of traditional Chinese opera from the older generation.
At this hour, the tape recorder was still playing in the living room, and he was singing along.

When Wen Zhecheng passed by, he listened to a couple of lines.
Surprisingly, it was the aria from the opera “The Injustice to Dou E.” The melody was sorrowful, awakening some memories that he had intended to seal away.

Unconsciously, the haunting melody of “Injustice… Injustice… Centuries of resentment, yet unable to break free from fate” echoed in Wen Zhecheng’s ears, unexpectedly matching with this excerpt from the opera.

He raised his hand and pressed his throbbing temple, thinking to himself that he might be going crazy.

The singing abruptly stopped, and Wen Zhongyun called out, “Zhecheng, why are you back so late?”

“Chen Li, the director, asked me to substitute a few classes for him at the audition.”

“Oh…” Wen Zhongyun replied slowly, then said, “You always have a cold face.
The students don’t like you, do they?”

“…” Wen Zhecheng.

“What? Did I say something wrong? Don’t tell me there are students who don’t have eyes and still like to gather around you?”

In Wen Zhecheng’s mind, a face subconsciously appeared.
He thought, not only do they lack eyes, they were completely clueless.

“Hmm? Why are you smiling?” Wen Zhongyun curiously approached him, then confidently said, “You have a little secret!”

Wen Zhecheng reacted and suppressed the corners of his mouth.
“I’m not smiling.” After saying that, he turned and walked into his room.

Wen Zhongyun called out behind him, “Heavens, my child is not ordinary person!”

The bedroom door clicked shut, cutting off the continuous sound of Wen Zhongyun’s laughter, a testament to the enduring cries of a generation of old artists.

Wen Zhecheng let out a tired sigh, changed his clothes, and walked into the bathroom wearing slippers.
By the time he finished soaking in the bath and tidied up, it was nearly midnight.
He had work tomorrow, so he needed to get some sleep.

The bedroom light clicked off, and the pitch-black room quickly fell into silence.
After about ten minutes, only the sound of steady breathing could be heard.

Three o’clock in the morning.

The world was immersed in complete silence.

Wen Zhecheng suddenly woke up from his dream, and as he came to his senses, he realized that he was awakened by his own laughter.

Putting aside the amusement of being awakened by his own laughter, the fact that it happened to Wen Zhecheng himself was enough to be bewildering.

After laughing dumbfoundedly for a while, Wen Zhecheng found it somewhat amusing.
He gazed at the dark ceiling and tried to recall the details.

In the final scene before he woke up, it seemed like someone was singing the song “Heroic Song” while rhythmically dancing the tango.

Author’s note: Wen Zhecheng belatedly realizes, “So, I was actually laughing at that time.”

Rong Yuheng Do’E Injustice Song

Nah, clipped from youtube, back here

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