This is the perfect opportunity.

Maybe he can leave his own history on that road.

After all, it was the culture of the world.

Wu Xing smiled.

He wanted to spice up this peaceful life.

……

Early the next morning.

Wu Xing returned to the classroom, and most of the students were already reviewing at this time.

The third year of high school is a period of racing against time, not everyone has consolidated all the knowledge like Wu Xing, and those who are leisurely can still get good results in the exam.

Wu Xing's tablemate was a girl named Zhou Leyi.

is a music student.

Sitting down in his place, Wu Xing glanced at his tablemate,

She had long hair, draped down her back, a fair side face, and her eyes staring at the table seriously, showing a quiet temperament in the morning sun.

She seemed to be writing something.

The morning reading class in the third year of high school is actually a self-study class, with the teacher guarding the podium and the students below studying by themselves.

Wu Xing brushed a few questions and consolidated several types of math problems he had learned last semester.

Suddenly, he heard Zhou Leyi seem to be humming some melody.

The melody sounded unfamiliar, and she must have composed it herself.

For Wu Xing, who has mastered intermediate music theory knowledge, this melody sounds slightly flawed.

"Is this a song you wrote yourself?" Wu Xing turned his head and said curiously.

Hearing Wu Xing's words, Zhou Leyi's body was obviously shocked.

The roots of the ears that were originally white were obviously red.

"Nope." She quickly put the paper away and shook her head.

Wu Xing found that his inquiry was a bit abrupt.

A few days ago, the teacher assigned the seats of the two together, and they were still very strangers to each other, and they didn't even say a few words.

Zhou Leyi is a very shy girl, which Wu Xing can clearly feel.

"It's good." Wu Xing encouraged.

Zhou Leyi was obviously stunned for a moment, and whispered: "Thank you." ”

Soon the bell rang for the end of class.

"Old Wu, will we go to the commissary to buy water together?" Li Yuan, who loves the party, came up again.

"Let's go." It happened that Wu Xing was in too much of a hurry to go out in the morning, and he forgot to bring the kettle.

After buying drinks, as soon as the two went up the stairs, they ran into a music teacher they hadn't seen for a long time.

Except for the music teacher who showed up at the beginning of the school year, the music class has been dominated by other teachers since then.

This is the hard life of the third year of high school.

Watching the music teacher in front of him walk into the classroom, Wu Xing felt a little strange.

What is she here for?

After making his position, the music teacher in front of the podium patted the podium.

"Don't review yet, listen to the teacher."

"At the New Year's Day party, the school requires each class to have a program to participate in the election, and the teacher also knows that it is not easy for you to study in the third year of high school, so you can discuss it and make a plan to deal with it."

"If you are interested in performing on stage, you can also try it, after all, this is the last large-scale event you will participate in in the school in your third year of high school."

Hearing the music teacher's words, the class fell silent.

Wu Xing was a little emotional.

It's been ten years since he came to this world, and his high school life is coming to an end.

"Students who want to participate should register with the class president." With that, she left the classroom.

Wu Xing glanced at Zhou Leyi, who was at the same table, and saw that her beautiful eyes seemed to flicker, but disappeared immediately.

He remembered that the other day, when the seat was assigned, the head teacher called him to the office to talk.

"Zhou Leyi is a very introverted student, her family situation is not very good, I heard her mother say that she is very good at music on the one hand, but she is not good at studying, and she may delay her art examination results."

"She usually talks very little, there is little communication between mother and daughter, she is always quiet at school, you are a very cheerful child, and your academic performance is good, and the teacher hopes that you can help her when necessary."

Thinking about it, Wu Xing took a pen and poked Zhou Leyi's arm.

"Huh?" She turned her head in a bit of a panic.

"I heard that you are a music student, do you want to participate in this New Year's Day party?" Wu Xing asked.

"I don't sing well." Zhou Leyi shook her head and whispered.

"No, I just heard you hum pretty well." Wu Xing said with a smile.

"I can't, let's forget it." She visibly hesitated, but finally shook her head.

Apparently not confident in themselves.

"I have a lot of ideas for this party." Wu Xing said suddenly.

"Huh?" Hearing his words, Zhou Leyi was a little surprised.

"Why don't we sign up together and see which of us can be chosen."

Wu Xing proposed.

To Wu Xing's surprise, Zhou Leyi actually nodded and agreed.

"Okay, that's a deal."

The day passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the last class in the afternoon.

As the bell rang for the end of school, Wu Xing left the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.

Under the overpass, he met the wandering singer of yesterday again.

But today he didn't sing, but held the guitar and stared at the passers-by in front of him, as if looking for something.

When Wu Xing walked in front of him, he hurriedly chased after him.

"Classmate, wait a minute."

Wu Xing stopped and turned his head to look at him.

"Classmate, did you write this song?"

He took out the piece of paper that Wu Xing gave him yesterday and asked him.

"Yes, I wrote it." Wu Xing admitted.

The word...... Did you really write it?! The wandering singer said with some excitement.

"It's so well written!"

"Is this song really for me?" There was something unbelievable about him.

Wu Xing nodded and said with a smile: "I think you are worth it." ”

"May I ask what you call it?" The wandering singer asked gratefully.

"Just call me Pigeon White." Wu Xing came up with a name at random.

"Please sign this contract." He pulled out a contract from the broken backpack on the ground behind him, and it was written in dense letters.

Wu Xing took the contract curiously, this is a song copyright contract, the front is the template of the music copyright contract, and the last line of copyright ownership is empty.

Zhao Yulong has the right to use this song, in which the revenue share is 1:9.

Zhao Yulong is one percent, and the copyright belongs to ninety percent.

Zhao Yulong should be the name of this wandering singer.

After reading the content of the contract, Wu Xing looked at Zhao Yulong and said: "I said that it was given to you, the composer and lyricist can write my pen name, and the copyright income will not be used, and I am not short of money." ”

"Nope." Zhao Yulong insisted: "I can't help but know what is good and bad, I think this song will definitely be a hit." ”

"You gave me this opportunity, how can I still covet profits?"

Seeing his stubborn appearance, Wu Xing knew that he was not looking at the wrong person.

He opened his mouth and proposed: "If you insist on this, change the income to fifty-fifty, or you will lose your life." ”

"Nope." Zhao Yulong shook his head: "The song was written by you, and I wouldn't have this chance without you......"

Wu Xingdao: "Then three or seven points, I have seven and you have three, and I can't be less." ”

Zhao Yulong was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

found a copy shop to change the contract and made a copy, and Wu Xing signed his pen name on it - Pigeon White.

The copyright ownership is signed with his real name.

After leaving his contact information, he went home.

As for how Zhao Yulong wants to use that song, Wu Xing believes that it will not be buried.