Chapter Sixty-Eight: That's Youth

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Lin Ruoxuan never thought that the person Lin Yun'er called for people to take him there was actually a star. He thought he was an agent, an assistant or something.

"Mr. Lin, can you write songs?" asked Sun Xiaoxiao, the person who led the way that Lin Yun'er shouted, curiously. For Lin Yuner, a Chinese best friend, Lin Ruoxuan still maintains a friendly attitude.

But it seems that this guy has a friendly attitude towards everyone......

"No, it won't. It was only by chance that I had inspiration and a good foundation in music theory that I barely wrote a song. If I were to write a song, it would be difficult. Lin Ruoxuan said with a smile. No, no, he knows this truth very well, so he didn't slap his swollen face and become fat, saying that he would.

"That's pretty impressive. Sun Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

"Thank you. You're older than me, just call me by my name. Lin Ruoxuan said with a smile.

"Then I'll call you Ruoxuan. ”

Lin Ruoxuan smiled and nodded.

"Speaking of which, Ruoxuan, you are the dean of education at Seoul No. 1 High School. Is there any difference between South Korean education and our China?" asked Sun Xiaoxiao curiously. Although the two of them went to the destination by car, the distance was not short, and they could only pass the time by small talk.

"No big difference. It's all the same test-taking education. However, there is a difference, in South Korea, people without academic qualifications are basically at the bottom of society. If you want to get ahead, you must either debut as an artist or go to the underworld. This is one of the reasons why there are so many artists in Korea. Lin Ruoxuan said with a smile.

"No wonder. When Sun Xiaoxiao heard Lin Ruoxuan say this, she also remembered that Korean artists generally had very low educational qualifications. Lin Yuna's degree from Dongguk University, one of the three major schools in South Korea, was specially recruited because Dongguk University took a fancy to her popularity. There are really few artists like Kim Tae-hee who were admitted to three major schools such as Seoul National University.

"Speaking of which, South Korea's college entrance examination is even more important than ours. Students in the third year of high school will burn incense and worship Buddha a few days before the exam, praying that they will be admitted to the ideal university. Speaking of this, Lin Ruoxuan felt a little ridiculous. Worship the Buddha? What should be tested or what is it like, it is nothing more than seeking psychological comfort.

"Uh......" Sun Xiaoxiao was also speechless. If you can do well in the exam by burning incense and worshiping the Buddha before the exam, then everyone is not Harvard?"

"Hmm. I'm a freshman in Class 06. I went to Korea not long after graduating in 10 years, and I settled in Korea after that. Lin Ruoxuan was soon admitted to Seoul No. 1 High School after arriving in South Korea in 10. After all, Tsinghua University's education is higher than that of Seoul National University, not to mention a guy with a master's degree.

And then I became the dean of education in a year or three. It can be said that Lin Ruoxuan's promotion process is inseparable from a master's degree from Tsinghua University. Without this degree, it is estimated that you may not be able to enter Seoul No. 1 High School so easily.

After all, South Korea is the overlord of the high school world, and the choice of teachers is very wide.

"That's amazing!" Sun Xiaoxiao said sincerely. It is really admirable that a single person can achieve such a career in a foreign country in just five years.

"It's not as good as you! A play is only a few million, which is enough for my salary for several years. Lin Ruoxuan said with a smile. The salaries of teachers at Seoul No. 1 High School are notoriously high in the entire Asian high school world, and the salaries of the dean of students are even more ridiculously high, but even so, plus bonuses, it is only worth more than one million a year. There are millions of people in one play.

"Huh. Sun Xiaoxiao could only laugh dryly. This is an era of entertainment, and it is normal for artists' income, especially actors in China, Europe and the United States, to be tens of millions a year.

Lin Ruoxuan smiled and did not continue the topic.

It didn't take long to reach the destination.

It's a big recording strip with a lot of recording studios. Lin Ruoxuan followed Sun Xiaoxiao to the recording studio that Sun Xiaoxiao helped him find.

At this time, a person passed by him, and the singers and staff in the recording studio all cast envy, admiration and other colorful eyes at this person. Even Lin Ruoxuan, who has never been very interested in artists, has always followed this person.

Sun Xiaoxiao quickly noticed Lin Ruoxuan's strange appearance and looked over. Smile slightly. "What, Ruoxuan, you also like Jay Chou?"

Lin Ruoxuan was interrupted by Sun Xiaoxiao's words and came back to his senses.

"yes. He's my youth. Lin Ruoxuan said with some melancholy.

"Huh?" Sun Xiaoxiao was stunned and looked at Lin Ruoxuan with some surprise. She didn't expect Lin Ruoxuan to pop out of her mouth with such a sentence.

Lin Ruoxuan didn't intend to explain anything, just quietly looked at Dong Chou's back. Look at this former youth.

Lin Ruoxuan doesn't like artists, it's not that he hates artists, it's just that artists and troubles are basically linked. He hates trouble, so he doesn't like entertainers. But that doesn't stop him from liking songs, especially Jay Chou's.

There is a kind of youth called Jay Chou.

Many years later, I will still remember that there is a taste called Qilixiang, there is a kind of innocence called simple love, there is a kind of possession called retreat, there is a past called trajectory, and there is a desire called returning to the past...... A shy expression, a talented tune, a lowered face under the brim, a fingertip beating on the black and white keys.

This is the music brought by Dong Chou in Lin Ruoxuan's youth, which warmed Lin Ruoxuan's scholarly time.

Sun Xiaoxiao doesn't understand and won't understand. Because this is just Lin Ruoxuan's youth.

"Let's go. Lin Ruoxuan retracted his gaze and said to Sun Xiaoxiao with a smile. Youth or something, it's best to remember, isn't it?

"Ahh She was still in the youth of Lin Ruoxuan's sentence just now, and she didn't react. Although she is also a post-80s generation, she hasn't heard many Jay Chou songs since she was a child, and it's normal that she doesn't feel anything.

It didn't take long for the two to arrive at the recording studio that Sun Xiaoxiao found for him. It's not big or small, it's good that there is Kim Taeyeon's memory, otherwise Lin Ruoxuan probably doesn't know it, he doesn't even recognize it.

Speaking of which, without Kim Tae-yeon's memory, Lin Ruoxuan can't do a lot of things. The help given to Lin Ruoxuan by these seemingly insignificant memories is incomparable.

For example, now, if there is no memory of Kim Taeyeon, Lin Ruoxuan will not talk about recording songs, and he will even record songs if he can't sing well.

Lin Ruoxuan looked at the equipment, turned to Sun Xiaoxiao and said, "Let's start." ”

P.S: Youth...... Jay Chou's songs and childhood songs are all soapy youth. Full of memories!