What Do You Call This a Children's Song?

Inside the dance classroom not far from Bai Youlou and the others,

another "soul-searching interrogation" was taking place.

Oh, right. Zhang Xiaorong, who had just come over to "spy," was a dance and figure-training teacher at Beijing Film Academy. However, An Luning had known her even longer. Back when Zhang Xiaorong was still studying at Beijing Dance Academy, she had been An Luning's dance teacher. At the time, An Luning had not even come of age.

The two were both teacher and friends.

At that moment, the famous star An Luning was brimming with curiosity, waiting for her best friend Zhang Xiaorong to tell her what was going on.

"Sister Zhang, what did you see just now? Why were you watching for so long?"

As she sorted through the ballet costumes she had brought, Zhang Xiaorong answered softly, "There's a boy over there singing and playing an accompaniment."

"Who?" An Luning asked impatiently.

In truth, she already had an answer in mind.

But singing and playing an accompaniment?

That seemed to have nothing to do with Bai Youlou.

However, Zhang Xiaorong merely shook her head. "I don't know him."

"You don't know Bai Youlou?!" An Luning looked astonished, but soon came to her senses. "Oh, right. You usually use an old-fashioned phone, and you don't like going online. It's actually possible that you don't know him."

Not everyone paid attention to all the gossip online. Some elderly people—even some middle-aged people—didn't necessarily use the internet. How would they know about Bai Youlou's rotten affairs?

By the same token, although he had been fairly famous as an idol before, there were still plenty of people who simply didn't pay attention to such things.

Although Zhang Xiaorong was a young woman, her usual lifestyle clearly wasn't very youthful.

"Bai Youlou? Is that his name? So you did know who was in there."

Looking at the smile on Zhang Xiaorong's face, An Luning felt as though her secret had been exposed.

In front of this older sister, she seemed unable to hide anything. Zhang Xiaorong only had to look at her quietly, and it was as if she could see through everything.

Of course, that was merely An Luning's personal illusion.

"I was only suspicious at first. His singing must have sounded awful, right?" An Luning said, forcibly changing the subject.

The reason she insisted that Bai Youlou's singing sounded awful was mainly because she still remembered their previous "grudge."

Zhang Xiaorong ignored her.

Nor did Zhang Xiaorong continue pressing the matter. After thinking for a moment, she seriously shook her head. "He sang very well. I've never heard any of those songs before, though. If he wrote them himself, then he's very talented."

"Huh? Really?" An Luning asked, somewhat incredulous.

"Really. I've studied a little vocal music too. He wasn't relying purely on his natural voice; he had a lot of technique."

"Sister Zhang, are you sure it was Bai Youlou singing? What you're describing doesn't sound like him at all."

Zhang Xiaorong blinked. "But I don't know Bai Youlou. There were three people in that classroom."

"What did the singer look like?"

"Hmm, he was quite handsome, just a little sloppy," Zhang Xiaorong answered honestly.

How could one tell Old Zhou, Long Ziqiang, and Bai Youlou apart? Their appearances made it easiest.

No matter how sloppy and unkempt Bai Youlou was now, standing next to those two idiots, he was still overwhelmingly handsome.

An Luning: I'm doomed.

It was Bai Youlou!

She clearly wanted to say something else and was still organizing her words when her manager arrived again.

The moment she saw her, An Luning decisively shut her mouth.

After all, her own manager strictly forbade her from having any contact with Bai Youlou.

However, when the manager saw Zhang Xiaorong, her face lit up with a smile, and her tone became warm.

"Xiaorong, you're here. I was just about to send someone to pick you up. It's already evening, yet I made you come over by yourself..."

"It's fine. I live in the apartment across from the school."

An Luning's manager, Sister Hong, was quite courteous toward Zhang Xiaorong.

The main reason was that she had always wanted to sign Zhang Xiaorong as an entertainer.

The girl's looks, figure, and bearing had won Sister Hong's favor the very first time they met. In Sister Hong's words, it would be a pity if she didn't enter show business.

But Zhang Xiaorong had always rejected her, using her lack of interest and talent in acting as the reason.

Although this made Sister Hong feel it was a shame, it did not stop her from continuing to "win Zhang Xiaorong over."

She had no interest in acting, but she was very interested in singing.

This girl, who had studied dance for more than a decade and had once dazzled at the Taoli Cup, had always had a singer's dream. She loved singing.

Unfortunately, Huaxing Entertainment, the company behind An Luning and Sister Hong, mainly focused on film and television.

It had achieved practically nothing in the music industry.

Although An Luning herself had released two albums, compared with her accomplishments and influence in film and television, they were barely worth mentioning, let alone dazzling.

The company's music department was practically just for show.

It was unlikely that they would massively expand their staff and suddenly become capable of supporting the department just for an unknown like Zhang Xiaorong.

As for Zhang Xiaorong herself, her laid-back personality meant she had never even contacted other record companies.

Sister Hong figured that as long as no record company poached Zhang Xiaorong first, she would end up in her hands sooner or later.

She couldn't escape. With Zhang Xiaorong's low-key style, those capable record companies didn't even know she existed. How could they poach her?

What Sister Hong didn't know, however, was that "smart and quick-witted" An Luning had decided to find an "intermediary" to pass along a little note, since she couldn't contact Bai Youlou herself.

She was simply too curious about what Bai Youlou was like now.

He was making movies and singing too—how unfamiliar!

In her impression, hadn't Bai Youlou once been nothing more than a "shy" older brother?

The change was far too great.

For no apparent reason, the words Bai Youlou had smilingly recited when they met earlier echoed through her mind: "Someone as handsome as me is usually the protagonist~"

"I call this the 'Great Sun Tathagata True Scripture.' Once I've filled it up, help me register the copyright."

That was the explanation Bai Youlou gave Old Zhou for carrying the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" around with him.

Seeing the pile of musical scores and lyrics inside, the corner of Old Zhou's mouth twitched. He had countless complaints he wanted to make, but had no idea where to begin.

Fortunately, he was already highly resistant to Bai Youlou's occasional "fits of madness."

Call it the Three Hundred Children's Songs or One Thousand and One Stories, for all he cared.

But fill it up?

Was he running a wholesale business?!

He was utterly baffled. Beside him, Long Ziqiang was incredibly excited, staring at the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" as if a martial artist had just seen an unparalleled martial arts manual.

He looked like he had been waiting desperately for it.

In the end, Old Zhou couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Were those songs you just sang all from this?"

Bai Youlou shook his head. "No. Those songs just now weren't children's songs."

Old Zhou and Long Ziqiang: ???

They were really children's songs?!

Old Zhou couldn't take it anymore. He snatched the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" over, flipped through it casually, and discovered that Bai Youlou had already written nearly half of it. Judging by a rough estimate, there were dozens of songs.

Then he opened to the first page and saw the name of the first song.

"Lone Brave."

For some reason, the name made Old Zhou's heart tremble.

After examining the lyrics more carefully, he became even more certain.

After all, he had imagined many possibilities regarding Bai Youlou's current mental state. In his eyes, the "mad" Bai Youlou was now completely broken.

At the same time, a hint of absurdity rose in his heart.

You call this a children's song?