Meng Beichen closed his eyes, and after a little silence, he said to the three teachers: "Three teachers, the next song I will sing is a song from the graduation season, the song is called "You at the Same Table". ”

In the previous life, this song was a classic graduation season song written by Gao Xiaosong, and it was very popular, and the most important thing was that it was very appropriate to what Meng Beichen and Liu Yufei experienced.

So he chose this song.

"Zheng~"

The guitar sounded, followed by Meng Beichen's extremely magnetic singing voice.

"Will you ring tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday;"

"Tomorrow, do you still think about you, you used to cry the most;"

"The teachers can't remember it, you can't guess the problem;"

"I also happened to flip through the photos before I remembered you at the same table;"

“···”

Just by hearing Meng Beichen's first few lyrics, Mr. Huang showed a look of surprise.

This lyrics, this tune, this voice!

It's very pleasant to listen to.

At the door of the classroom, the candidates who were waiting to enter the exam pricked up their ears when they heard the sound of singing and guitar coming from inside.

"I'll go, this voice is so good!"

"yes, I feel like a professional singer.

"Isn't it possible that a professional singer who has already debuted will come to take the art exam with us?"

"Judging by the current singing, it's very likely."

The candidates at the door guessed one after another.

At this time, Liu Yufei, who knew that it was Meng Beichen in the exam, was so surprised that her mouth couldn't close, she couldn't believe that Meng Beichen sang so well.

It's even more rare Yes, this song sounds very substitutional.

"Who married you sentimentally?"

"Who read your diary?"

"Who put your long hair in a coil?"

"Who made you a wedding dress?"

Meng Beichen was already slowly immersed in this song at this time, and the regrets of himself and Liu Yufei in his previous life kept coming to his mind.

Remembering the bits and pieces of the past, I slowly closed my eyes and played the guitar.

The crisp guitar sound ticks everyone's heart one by one.

Candidates who had been paying attention to the discipline of the examination room had all flocked to the windowsill and doorway, and as long as they could see anywhere in the classroom, they were all piled up.

Everyone held their breath and listened carefully to Meng Beichen's singing.

"You used to be very careful, and asked me to borrow half an eraser;"

"You also inadvertently mentioned that you like to be with me;"

"It was always blue, and the days were too slow;"

"You always say that graduation is far away, and in the blink of an eye, they go their separate ways;"

“···”

At this time, Meng Beichen was completely immersed in the artistic conception expressed in this song.

Not only him, but everyone in the entire examination room was brought into the artistic conception depicted in this song by his singing.

The people who come to take the art exam are basically juniors in high school, and they are about to graduate, and when they hear this song, they will unconsciously think of their tablemates.

In particular, the sentence "You always say that graduation is far away, and in the blink of an eye, you will go your separate ways" simply sang everyone's hearts.

Liu Yufei, who was standing at the door, had a surprised expression on her face when she heard this.

I secretly said in my heart: 'I really didn't expect that Beichen's singing is so good, it seems that we can study in the same university again.' ’

That's right, she came to participate in the art examination of the drama in order to reduce the score, and when she took the exam just now, the teacher also said that as long as her cultural score reaches the admission line, she will be fine at all.

Originally, she was worried that Gu Chenfeng would fail the art exam, and she would only have to rely on cultural results when the time came, but now it seems that she is worrying about the sky.

It's just, why did he suddenly sing so well?

"Who meets you who is sentimental, who comforts you who love to cry;"

"Whoever reads the letter I wrote to you, who threw it in the wind;"

"The old days are gone, and I will have my wife;"

"I'll show her photos and tell her about you at the same table~~~"

“···”

Soon the song ended.

"Bang Bang!" Mr. Huang was the first to stand up from his position, applauding and exclaiming, "Beautiful! ”

Immediately afterwards, there was warm applause on the windowsill and doorway of the classroom.

At this time, the young female teacher, holding her mobile phone, looked at Meng Beichen and asked, "Meng Beichen, I didn't find any news about this song on the Internet, is this song original to you?" ”

"Yes!" Meng Beichen nodded and said, "This is what I wrote before." ”

Hearing the words of the young female teacher, Meng Beichen knew that this song was not here.

"Awesome!" The female teacher gave Meng Beichen a thumbs up and praised.

Another teacher was a little confused, looked at the female teacher and asked, "Teacher Cheng, what's the situation?" ”

They were all a little fascinated by it just now, and they didn't even think about whether the song was original, or they didn't believe that a senior in high school could write such a good original song.

The female teacher explained: "I just checked it on the Internet, and this song is the original of Meng Beichen. ”

Hearing the female teacher's words, the candidates at the door were all stunned, and their mouths opened wide one by one, and they couldn't believe their ears.

"It's too rebellious to be able to write such a beautiful song in the third year of high school, right?"

"This song is too lethal for those of us who are about to graduate from high school."

"The gap, this is the gap, everyone has brought original songs to the exam, do we still need to take the exam?"

"Regardless of whether you can take the test or not, it is not in vain to be able to hear such a beautiful song on the spot."

"This campus song is good, it's good, it's just a little sad."

"It's over, it's over, I'm here for the art exam, but now I've fallen."

“···”

In the classroom, after Mr. Huang and the three confirmed that this song was indeed Meng Beichen's original, they asked, "Meng Beichen, this song has not been registered yet, do you want to register it on the spot?" ”

"Still don't use it!" Meng Beichen returned the guitar in his hand to the senior next to him, and said to the three teachers: "The three teachers still have to continue the assessment, how can I delay everyone's time?" ”

"Is my assessment over?"

"Well, it's over!"

"Okay, thank you three teachers, my girlfriend is still waiting for me at the door, so I'll go out first."

"Good!"

Looking at the back of Meng Beichen leaving, the three teachers glanced at each other and wrote on the paper at the same time.

"Such a good seedling, I hope he can come to our school!" The young female teacher looked in the direction of the door and said quietly.

Another teacher said, "How do I feel that he is really here to accompany his girlfriend, and he doesn't care about grades at all?" ”

The elder teacher Huang looked at Meng Beichen's back, smiled, and said, "One of his songs has proven his talent, do you still need to ask about the grades?" ”

"Mr. Huang, you seem to value him very much!" The young female teacher asked.

Teacher Huang nodded and said, "Yes, I came here this time to see if there are any better seedlings, judging from these students who have been assessed so far, this Meng Beichen is indeed a seedling." ”

"By the way, do you have his contact information?"