radicalducati Chapter 60 is a song for everyone who is searching for answers.
Chapter 60 is a song for everyone who is searching for answers.
Su Xiaoxiao walked to the window and looked at the city night view outside: "What if we fail? Those people waiting to laugh at us..."
She didn't finish speaking, but Su Yiyi understood.
Su Xiaoxiao's phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw that it was a video call request from Zhou Yuji.
She pressed the answer button.
The screen lit up, and Zhou Yuji's face appeared on the screen—she was actually in a tent, and the tent fabric and dim lighting could be seen in the background.
"Zhou Yuji, are you crazy?" Su Xiaoxiao's eyes widened. "Setting up a tent in the wilderness in the middle of the night?"
"Otherwise what?" Zhou Yuji retorted confidently. "The starry sky in the Western Regions is so beautiful! It's no fun looking at it from inside the inn, and besides, I'm not the only one in the tent. Let's not talk about that. Wang Bo's school song is being released tomorrow, right? I've set my alarm to listen and support it at midnight sharp!"
Su Xiaoxiao was speechless: "You're really carefree."
"You think I'm so carefree?" Zhou Yuji raised an eyebrow. "Su Xiaoxiao, do you know how nervous I was? I just made a wish upon the snow-capped mountain. If this song flops, I'll never climb a snow-capped mountain again!"
"This oath wasn't made with any sincerity at all," Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at her best friend.
"What do you mean you're not being sincere?" Zhou Yuji glared. "Climbing snow-capped mountains is my biggest hobby right now! But seriously, I listened to the demo, it's good, it's definitely going to be a hit."
"How did you hear that about Xiaoyang?" Su Xiaoxiao asked alertly.
"Wang Bo sent it to me," Zhou Yuji said matter-of-factly. "He sent it a long time ago. He asked me to give him some feedback, and I said, 'What feedback? Perfect! But Su Xiaoxiao, I…'"
"What?"
"The two lines of poetry Wang Bo wrote for your sister are better than the ones he wrote for me." Zhou Yuji pretended to be serious. "I'm jealous, very jealous."
Su Xiaoxiao: "Can you be serious for once?"
"I'm being very serious!" Zhou Yuji said. "So as compensation, Wang Bo will write me another one—I don't have high expectations, just a little bit better than the one for your sister."
"You wish!"
After hanging up the video call, Su Xiaoxiao sat back down in her office chair and looked at the cover image of the school song on her computer screen—a simple black and white design with the song title at the top and the name of the choir of a vocational college in Lin'an at the bottom.
"Sis," she suddenly asked, "what if this song really flops?"
Su Yiyi put down her teacup and walked to her sister's side: "Then let it flop. Wang Bo is still young and has plenty of opportunities. Besides, I believe that good works will not be buried."
Looking into her sister's gentle yet firm eyes, Su Xiaoxiao's anxiety miraculously subsided.
Yeah, what's there to be afraid of?
Even if they fall, they can get back up.
In a rented room in Shanghai.
Li Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed, with a laptop, a mobile phone, and a tablet in front of him—all three devices were on at the same time, displaying the Weibo hot search list, the music platform's new song chart, and a real-time discussion page of a musician forum.
He is waiting.
Waiting for the school song to be released, waiting for Wang Bo to fail.
"Brother Xuan, isn't this a bit too much?" Zhang Haoming carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of instant noodles.
"Grand?" Li Xuan sneered. "I want to see him fall from his pedestal with my own eyes. School song? Ha, what kind of brilliance can he possibly come up with for this kind of assigned essay? Just wait, after noon tomorrow, the internet will be filled with insults."
Zhang Haoming slurped up a mouthful of instant noodles: "But Brother Xuan, I heard that the song received a pretty good response when it was auditioned at the school..."
"That's internal!" Li Xuan interrupted him. "Would students dare say it's bad? Would teachers dare say it's bad? But it's a different story online. Netizens won't be so polite. School song? Who listens to school songs these days? It's so outdated!"
He spoke with great conviction, but his hand holding the mouse was trembling slightly.
In fact, he didn't have a clue.
Wang Bo has already proven his talent with "Once Upon a Time" and "Encounter," so what if this school song also...?
No, it's impossible.
How can a school song, a subject with so many restrictions, possibly be outstanding?
Li Xuan told himself this, and then refreshed his Weibo page.
#WangBo's new school song# has climbed to the twelfth spot on the trending topics list.
He gritted his teeth, logged into his Weibo side account, and began editing a pre-prepared rant: "A certain talented singer has started making easy money, even taking on jobs like school songs. It seems he's really run out of ideas. I'm just waiting for him to flop."
Scheduled to send at 12:05 PM tomorrow.
After doing all this, he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he could already see Wang Bo being ridiculed by the crowd.
The next day at 11:50 a.m.
In the administration building of a vocational college in Lin'an, the school leaders gathered again in a small conference room.
There were even more people this time; the conference room was packed with more than twenty people, and the air felt somewhat stagnant.
Dean Chen placed his hand on the laptop's touchpad, with the cursor hovering over the "Publish" button.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Old Chen," another dean said in a low voice, "relax, it's a good song, trust the professional judgment."
Dean Chen smiled wryly: "I've never been this nervous in my life."
Yes, the release of a school song has caused quite a stir, like a satellite launch.
The clock on the wall ticked away, the second hand moving one tick at a time.
11:59.
The meeting room was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.
Xiaoyi Culture Media, President's Office.
Su Xiaoxiao stood in front of the desk, her hands on the surface, her eyes fixed on the countdown on the computer screen.
Su Yiyi sat on the sofa, her hands clasped together as if in prayer.
The company's various departmental work groups are flooded with messages.
"One minute left!"
"I'm so nervous I need to go to the bathroom!"
"I've already prepared my comments for controlling the narrative!"
"May it explode!"
In a tent at the foot of a snow-capped mountain in the Western Regions.
Zhou Yuji, wrapped in a sleeping bag, held up her phone. The signal was only two bars, but she insisted on waiting online.
Rental rooms in Shanghai.
Li Xuan had already sat down in front of the computer; all three devices were ready.
He licked his dry lips, his eyes bloodshot from staring at the screen for so long.
"Come on," he muttered, "let me see how you fell down."
It's exactly twelve o'clock.
Dean Chen closed his eyes and pressed the "Publish" button.
Almost simultaneously, the choral version of their school song was officially launched on countless devices across the country.
On Weibo, the school's official account immediately released the song, with the caption: "Seeking truth against the light, searching for your answer. Our school song is officially released, composed/written by Wang Bo, sung by the college choir. This song is dedicated to all those who continue to move forward despite confusion."
Xiaoyi Culture Media's official Weibo account reposted: "Hear the power, hear the hope, Wang Bo's original choral version is released across the entire internet."
Wang Bo reposted on his personal Weibo account: "This song is for everyone who is looking for answers."
For the first three minutes after the post was published, the internet was unusually quiet.
It was as if everyone was listening to music.
Su Xiaoxiao refreshed the backend data.
Inside Zhou Yuji's tent, her singing voice flowed from the phone's speaker, sounding exceptionally clear at the foot of the silent snow-capped mountain.