RPAGF Chapter 58 I'm sorry, Teacher Li Gu1
Chapter 58 I'm sorry, Teacher Li Gu1
Monday morning.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the sycamore leaves.
It already feels stuffy and hot.
Lin Hanjiang, wearing a white vest, left the dormitory building, intending to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.
The sight before him made him pause slightly.
Along the tree-lined path leading to the cafeteria, groups of two or three younger students were gathered.
They were chatting and laughing in hushed tones when their eyes inadvertently fell on him, and they were instantly stunned.
Then she turned her gaze to him.
"Look, it's Senior Brother Lin Hanjiang."
"It really is him, the one on TV last night."
"Wow, he looks even more energetic and handsome than he does on TV."
Whispers drifted into my ears.
Several bolder, more outgoing students came forward directly to meet them:
"Good morning, Senior Brother Lin."
A girl with short hair and bright, sparkling eyes spoke first, her voice clear and crisp.
"Congratulations on winning the gold medal, senior! Our whole dorm watched it last night. Your rendition of 'Entering the New Era' was amazing; it got us all so excited."
"Yes, senior brother."
A slightly shy boy wearing glasses next to him also mustered up the courage to chime in.
"The Story of Spring is also very beautiful; I remembered the melody immediately. You are now an idol of the entire music academy, no, of all music academies in the country."
"Thank you, thank you everyone."
Lin Hanjiang smiled and nodded in response, his attitude calm.
There was not much arrogance after winning the award, which made the students who gathered around feel more at ease.
He could clearly see a light in these young eyes—a yearning for success and a sense of pride in the great achievements of their peers.
Perhaps there's also a hint of longing, "Will I be able to do that someday?"
Overnight, he transformed from an outstanding senior into a legendary role model.
This subtle shift in identity made him feel both a sense of responsibility and a reminder of how many eyes were watching his every move.
One must not become arrogant; one must remember the path one came from.
After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, he headed towards the cafeteria.
Along the way, similar greetings and stares were constantly received.
He knew this was just the beginning.
His fame will only grow as the CCTV Young Singers Competition finals air.
When he passed through the alley, the elderly men and women all recognized him.
That's what true success is.
Although the official viewership report has not yet been released, well-informed people in the industry have already spread the predicted explosive popularity data within a small circle.
Those numbers represent more than just viewership ratings; they represent influence, potential commercial value, and social attention.
Lin Hanjiang quickly finished a bowl of soy milk, two fried dough sticks, and two large meat buns.
Now that we've eaten and wiped our food clean, it's time to get down to business.
Lin Hanjiang had to go back to his dormitory first to change his clothes before heading to the CCTV building.
This morning was a group interview arranged by the organizing committee for the gold medal winners. Although it was not an exclusive interview, CCTV's platform remains one of the most important official channels for disseminating information.
It is also the most important channel for publicity.
He froze as soon as he reached the door of his dormitory.
A figure wearing a light green dress was leaning against a sycamore tree, head down, her toes unconsciously grinding a small fallen leaf on the ground.
It is Zhang Ye.
She wasn't smiling as usual, and she looked downcast.
Hearing footsteps, Zhang also looked up.
My senior sister's eyes, which were usually always smiling, were now red and swollen, filled with tears. Her eyes showed grievance, anger, deep sadness, and confusion.
She stared intently at Lin Hanjiang, her chest heaving slightly.
"Lin! Han! Jiang!"
The three words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth, trembling, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time and finally erupted.
Lin Hanjiang was startled by her unprecedented excitement and instinctively straightened up:
"Senior sister? What are you doing here? What happened?"
"You told my mom, didn't you?"
Zhang took a step forward, his voice suddenly rising, and his tearful question sounded particularly jarring.
"Was it you? It was the one who just called you. Who else would bother to say that besides you?"
Tears finally broke free and rolled down her smooth cheeks, dripping onto the front of her dress and leaving dark stains.
Lin Hanjiang instantly understood about 70-80% of it, but his face immediately showed just the right amount of astonishment and confusion.
I'm sorry, Ms. Li Guyi.
"Senior sister, what did you say? What did you say to Teacher Li Guyi? I don't know! I talked to Teacher Li on the phone yesterday, just about the performance rights of those two songs. It went very smoothly, and she even wired the copyright fee. She didn't mention anything else."
Lin Hanjiang spoke sincerely, his eyes filled with innocent doubt, perfectly playing the role of someone unaware of the situation.
He was determined to pin the blame on Teacher Li Guyi.
Given Li Guyi's status in the industry, her care for Zhang Ye, and her experienced way of handling things, it's clear that she is a good match for Zhang Ye.
She is the most suitable person to play the role of the elder who notices the problem and intervenes decisively.
It is also the most acceptable to people.
At least, it's much better than having his junior brother inform on him.
"Stop pretending to be confused!"
Zhang Ye's tears flowed even more fiercely. She wiped them haphazardly with the back of her hand, but couldn't stop the endless stream of tears.
"I just called my mom back last night to thank her for speaking up for you and to talk about the copyright issue. Then she suddenly changed the subject and asked if I was with Zhang Xing."
Zhang Ye's voice choked up:
"She said that Hanjiang's two songs are of great significance and have unlimited potential. If you want to sing them, you have to cherish your reputation. Zhang Xing has a criminal record. He has been convicted of hooliganism. If you get entangled with someone like that, do you still want to develop in the troupe? Do you still want to perform on a bigger stage? She told me to cut ties with him immediately, saying that this was to be responsible for my artistic life."
Zhang Xing was a popular singer who became a sensation in the 1980s with songs such as "Late" and "A Road".
The album "There's More Than One Way to Success," which included a cover of the song "Late," sold 3.5 million cassette tapes in just two months.
He has achieved great success.
But Zhang Ye's path can be considered a career in officialdom.
Zhang Xing, who had been imprisoned for hooliganism, was not suitable for Zhang Ye.
It is the biggest obstacle on the way up.
"Senior sister, with Professor Li's abilities, wouldn't it be easy to find out with a little investigation? Although not many people in the industry know about your relationship with Professor Zhang Xing, it's not completely confidential either."
Lin Hanjiang softened his tone and tried to reason with him.
"Teacher Li is just showing concern and care for you. Now that you've secured the rights to perform 'The Story of Spring' and 'Entering the New Era,' what does that mean? It means you might frequently appear on important national stages, and your image and background will be scrutinized under a magnifying glass. Zhang Xing's matter is a stain that will implicate you."
He spoke earnestly and earnestly, his words hitting the nail on the head regarding the practical implications.
"Senior sister, think about your uncle and aunt's expectations for you, and think about how much effort Teacher Jin has put into you. They are nurturing you so that you can go further and reach greater heights on your artistic path, not so that you will ruin your future because of a relationship. Besides, Teacher Li also wants to give you a hand before you go astray."
"But...but Zhang Xing is really good to me."
Zhang Ye's defenses seemed to be crumbling, but her emotional attachment caused her immense pain.
Although the two only talked about music and nothing else happened, Zhang still thought Zhang Xingren was a good person.
Looking at Zhang Ye's red, swollen eyes from crying, Lin Hanjiang hardened his heart and added the final fuel to the fire.
"Senior, my songs have become popular. Now we need someone to sing them in more places and to more people. If you are unable to perform due to personal relationship issues, or if your performance is affected by public pressure, then I regret to say that for the sake of the work, I will consider finding a more suitable singer."
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Zhang Ye's head.
Of course she wanted to sing them; she dreamed of singing two such wonderful songs.
I just didn't expect my junior brother to speak so directly and pragmatically.
"Let me think about it some more."