Chapter 81 - 70: They Have a Mom and Dad’s Love, But I Don’t

Chapter 81: Chapter 70: They Have a Mom and Dad’s Love, But I Don’t

"It’s fine."

"Have you decided what song you’re going to sing?"

"Let me see..."

Chen Yuan got serious and spent a long time searching through the song library.

"I’ll sing ’Legend’."

"’Legend’?"

Fang Youning’s face grew hot, the tips of her ears turned red, and even her heart began to beat faster.

That song was by Cheng Long and Han Hong. It was a duet, and you could only capture its essence when two people sang it together.

’Is he hinting that he wants me to sing with him?’

An image had already formed in Fang Youning’s mind.

The two of them, performing a duet on the campus singer competition stage.

’Combined with the meaning of the song itself, wouldn’t that be like an indirect public announcement of our relationship?’

’That’s not a good idea, is it?’

"Why is your face so red? Are you not feeling well?"

"No, no, no, I’m fine."

Fang Youning’s words tumbled out, pulling her from her fantasy back to reality.

"That’s the song by Cheng Long and Han Hong, right? It’s definitely difficult enough. As long as you perform it well, you could even take first place."

"Huh? Isn’t that their song?"

"Of course it is."

Looking certain, Fang Youning hummed a line:

"The familiar face of the one in my dreams, you are the tenderness I wait for. Even if tears flood the world, I won’t let go..."

"Um..." Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said,

"You’re singing ’Myth,’ right? I’m going to sing ’Legend.’ They’re two completely different songs."

"’Legend’?" Fang Youning looked puzzled; she had no memory of the song.

"Let me hum a few lines for you, you’ll probably recognize it."

Chen Yuan cleared his throat, found his pitch, and sang, "Twinkling in that distant time and space, is that mysterious ancient legend. After long, hard years, it still remains in my heart..."

Fang Youning’s expression grew even more doubtful. She really hadn’t heard it before.

"These lyrics... they feel a little different..."

"It’s the theme song for the cartoon ’The Legend of Deification.’ It’s a pretty old show, so it’s normal that you don’t know it."

"Oh... so it’s a cartoon theme song..."

"What’s wrong? The ’kid factor’ isn’t too high. It’s fine to sing."

"I suppose it’s fine."

She felt a little disappointed, but it was no big deal. After all, she was the one who had misunderstood.

Fang Youning found the song on her phone.

She discreetly put on her headphones. The rhythm was pretty strong, and it had some difficulty. It could get the crowd hyped up, but it seemed a bit out of place for the Top Ten Singers competition stage.

Because everyone else’s songs were carefully selected.

’But given Chen Yuan’s personality, he probably doesn’t care about titles or rankings, right?’

’Otherwise, he wouldn’t have kept singing children’s songs.’

「Time flew by, and the morning was soon over.」

He had planned to have lunch with Song Jianye, but she had gone back to her hotel, saying she needed to go to her driving lesson in the afternoon to catch up.

After eating with the three guys from his dorm, he rested for a while before heading to his afternoon class.

"Boss, wanna go play ball after class?" Liu Shiyu said.

"I have something later, so I can’t go."

He had the Top Ten Singers competition that evening, so Liu Shiyu assumed he was busy preparing for that and didn’t press him.

He had his own driving lesson on Tuesday, and he’d gone to play ball instead of accompanying her. He decided he could go check on her progress today.

He took a bus to the driving school, found a shady spot to sit, and saw Song Jianye practicing. It seemed she had made a little more progress.

Song Jianye, who was in the car, saw Chen Yuan too and waved at him.

"How come you’re getting worse now that he’s here?" Zhou Jianye said. "Find your reference point and crank the wheel all the way."

"I get nervous when he watches me."

"Then I’ll chase him off."

"No, no! If he leaves, I’ll lose my motivation to practice."

A rough old fellow like Zhou Jianye only understood earning money to feed his family. He couldn’t comprehend the indescribable affection that blossomed between young men and women.

Chen Yuan sat in the shade, watching Song Jianye while chatting with Fang Youning on his phone.

Fang Youning: "What number do you want to be in the performance order?"

Chen Yuan: "You have the power to decide that?"

Fang Youning: "I don’t have the power, but I can make suggestions."

Chen Yuan: "When are you performing? The finale?"

Fang Youning: "Mhm."

Chen Yuan: "Then I’ll go second to last. I can observe everyone else first."

Fang Youning: "Second to last might not be possible. The teacher decided I’d perform in the finale spot, so my position can’t be changed."

Chen Yuan: "Huh? I thought the finale spot meant you were the very last act?"

Fang Youning: "Nope. The finale spot actually means second to last, not the very last act like most people think."

Chen Yuan: "Got it. In that case, I’ll go last."

Fang Youning: "Okay!"

After he finished chatting with Fang Youning, he went back to watching Song Jianye practice.

When she got tired, she would come over to him for a drink of water and rest for a bit before continuing.

Chen Yuan felt like a doting father.

A little after four in the afternoon, Song Jianye finished her practice and happily ran over to Chen Yuan.

"The instructor praised me! He said I did well today."

"You really did. You’ve improved a lot compared to before."

"Practice makes perfect."

The two of them took the bus back to University City.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Erm... How about mala xiang guo?"

"Sure."

They went to a food stall in the underground mall. The mala xiang guo there was really good and a top choice among college students, though Chen Yuan had never eaten there before.

Song Jianye went to pick out the ingredients, while Chen Yuan bought two "Shanghai Lady" milk teas, and with that, dinner was settled.

"There’s so much oil in this stir-fry. Did the owner beat up an oil salesman and take all his stock?"

"It is a bit much. You should go ask for a small bowl so we can pour out some of the chili oil," Song Jianye whispered.

"You’re the one who ordered the mala xiang guo, why don’t you go?"