Stepping onto the campus once more, Zhong Yun was filled with an overwhelming sense of emotion. The greenery here was far superior to that on Earth; walking through it felt like entering a magnificent garden.

This was merely a public school; rumor had it that the higher-tier private academies were even more exquisite and beautiful, easily rivaling professional, private estates. Because class schedules and locations constantly shifted, Zhong Yun hadn't inquired beforehand and didn't know where his class was meeting today.

Just as he was about to call his homeroom teacher, he suddenly spotted one of his classmates walking ahead. Zhong Yun stepped forward to greet him.

"Hey, Chen Wen, morning." Chen Wen turned, a look of mild confusion on his face, then uttered something that nearly made Zhong Yun spit blood: "Do we know each other?" Zhong Yun felt utterly faint. The previous Zhong Yun must have had a truly miserable social life if his own classmate didn't recognize him.

"I'm your classmate, Zhong Yun. Ring any bells?" "Oh." Chen Wen tilted his head in thought, then shook it.

"Not really." "..." "Forget it. Anyway, I don't remember most people in this class." Chen Wen’s expression was indifferent.

"Zhong Yun, right? You play 'Space Campaign'?" "..." Chen Wen was a remarkably talkative and instantly familiar person.

In the mere three minutes from the school gate to the laboratory, he had already managed to become fast friends with Zhong Yun. Entering the lab, most students glanced at Zhong Yun before immediately ignoring him.

It seemed his month-long absence hadn't drawn any particular attention, leaving Zhong Yun slightly deflated. Was I invisible?

Just then, a beautiful melody echoed through the laboratory. Zhong Yun looked over and saw a reasonably attractive female student holding a music player, her eyes closed, listening to the song in blissful absorption.

The previously noisy laboratory gradually quieted down. The classmates seemed infected by the music, every one of them listening intently, soon immersed entirely in the world of the song.

"This piece..." Chen Wen, standing near Zhong Yun, murmured, sounding somewhat lost. At the doorway, a rhythmic footfall abruptly ceased, as if afraid of scaring away such exquisite music.

A deep male voice sounded, laced with a faint hint of melancholy that plucked at the heartstrings of the listeners. In everyone's mind, an image seemed to form: a melancholic man walking down a tree-lined path in the setting sun, the golden light stretching his shadow long, long behind him.

When the song ended, silence persisted as everyone remained lost in contemplation. "It really is a Jialan piece," Chen Wen sighed softly.

"Xiao Ruo, what is this song?" "Who is singing? That voice—oh, I think I'm in love with him." "He's singing in Jialan, isn't he?

It’s too beautiful." "Where can I buy it?" "What is this song called?" A group of girls swarmed the girl with the music player, bombarding her with a chorus of chirping questions. The girl named Xiao Ruo clutched the player tightly, as if afraid it would be snatched away.

Her small face was flushed with excitement, and she looked slightly flustered, unsure which question to answer first under the barrage from the other girls. Compared to the ceaseless chatter of the girls, the boys were much calmer, speaking in small clusters of two or three, occasionally glancing towards the girls' side.

Zhong Yun, however, looked toward the doorway. If he hadn't misheard, the footsteps when the music started belonged to Liu Yunqi.

The person at the door did not enter. "The song is called 'Blue Mingchuan River'." "I was browsing online yesterday and accidentally stumbled upon a website.

The moment I heard this background music, I fell hopelessly in love with it." Xiao Ruo's voice, slightly elevated with excitement, echoed in the room. "His name is Amu—the 'mu' from wood.

I left a message on his website; I'm his first fan." Two circles of red bloomed on Xiao Ruo's face, revealing an unusual beauty. "This Amu is quite capable," Chen Wen whispered to Zhong Yun.

"The Jialan language isn't inherently difficult to learn, but to speak it fluently requires an immense amount of effort." Zhong Yun nodded distractedly, thinking to himself, It’s not that hard to learn. "Only professional singers can sing an entire song perfectly in pure Jialan.

But even then, that’s just singing the words; conveying the true artistic flavor is exponentially harder. But if one can capture that flavor, it becomes the most beautiful song in the world." Zhong Yun nodded again, thinking, I deeply understand that.

"In Dawa, there are only three or five masters who genuinely dare to sing in Jialan." Hearing this, Zhong Yun was genuinely astonished, turning to look at Chen Wen. "You mean, among Dawa's ten billion-plus population, only three or five people can sing in Jialan?" Chen Wen nodded solemnly.

"Easy to learn, hard to master—that’s the essence of the Jialan language. Do you know Ming Yunyu, the goddess hailed as the 'Voice of Heaven,' who captivated the entire Omi star system?" At that moment, Xiao Ruo's voice cut through again.

"Amu’s second new song will be released next week." Zhong Yun gave a wry smile, thinking, Whether it will actually be released is anyone's guess. Chen Wen continued, "Ming Yunyu's music sung in Jialan can conquer the entire sky." "Xiao Ruo, give me the website link!" "Yes, yes..." The girls started arguing again.

Finally, Xiao Ruo mass-messaged the URL to every classmate, and Zhong Yun received one too. Amidst the commotion, a person walked in.

Just as Zhong Yun predicted, it was Liu Yunqi, head bowed, lost in thought about something. Next through the door was the chubby Tian Hai, whose round eyes swiveled immediately upon spotting Zhong Yun.

"You rascal, you came back to school without even telling me," Tian Hai grumbled, glancing at Chen Wen before leaning closer to whisper, "When did you get so close with that guy?" "Met him today. He’s quite interesting," Zhong Yun whispered back.

"Interesting my foot. He always has a corpse-like expression," Tian Hai dismissed.

"In class, he’s even more aloof than you. I’ve never seen him chat with anyone else." Zhong Yun felt awkward.

Why was this being turned back on him? Besides, he was incredibly talkative—much more of an instant familiar than you are!

As they spoke, Tian Hai suddenly realized something. "I get it now.

Two isolated guys bump into each other and sparks fly. The world is full of wonders." Just then, the teacher walked in, and the students quieted down.

As the city's premier primary school, the discipline during class was quite good. Today's lesson was a chemistry experiment.

Having been accepted into university, Zhong Yun was no stranger to chemistry, but the sight of the complex formulas made his scalp tingle slightly. Fortunately, the apparatus used was simple to operate; after the teacher demonstrated it once, Zhong Yun understood it.

He couldn't help but muse that with advanced technology, even conducting experiments had become idiot-proof. The students were buried in their experiments, the classroom silent, when a sudden, jarring voice broke the quiet.

"Why are there no pictures of Amu?" All the students stopped, whipping their heads toward the source of the sound. A girl, holding her portable computer, looked red-faced and bewilderedly at the teacher, whose face was set in a stern mask.

The entire class burst into laughter. P: Newcomer desperately soliciting recommendation votes