"Holy shit, shit, shit!"

"Han Songshen wrote a song for our class?!"

"look forward to!"

"It's absolutely amazing!"

"Damn it, does our class have its own song?!"

"With the level of Korean singers, it will definitely be as good as the song "Ink Stained in the Red Dust" last time!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Our class song must be better than last time!"

"Yes, yes, it must be better!"

…

Xu Jie, who was sitting in the first row, was also stunned.

He didn't expect that this kid would secretly write a song for the class!

In his heart, there was the same immense expectation.

Amid much anticipation, Han Xiaochen holds the guitar.

Zheng……

The guitar plays.

The entire bus suddenly became silent.

Han Xiaochen's voice came leisurely.

"On the first day of school, I walked into Class 9.

Alone, tasting the bitterness.

The worries of studying, the complaints of parents.

How to choose the future path.

…”

Han Xiaochen sang softly, as if telling the story of everyone in Class 9.

Everyone has self-esteem.

Being assigned to a class with poor students, no matter how cheerful and big-hearted they are, there must be sadness buried deep in their hearts.

The formation of poor students is never the unilateral cause of one person.

Students, parents, and schools must all be responsible!

The beginning of Han Xiaochen's song seems to be telling his own mental journey.

Perhaps, this is not just his mental journey, but the mental journey of all the students in Class 9!

"That person's figure is like a mountain.

Gentle words, like flowing water.

From then on, I was no longer confused.

The extinguished ideals are rekindled to their heart’s content.

Hello, Class 9,

My youth, with your company, is no longer lonely.

Hello, Class 9,

Go forward indomitably, shout without emotion, and turn around in adversity.

Hello, Class 9,

Youth without regrets, this is our romance!
Chapter completed!