Chapter 18

After this segment ended, Samuel Wright was already drenched in sweat from exhaustion, and the students in the audience were all utterly stunned, their mouths wide open in amazement. Even Ivy Howard was no exception—she unconsciously revealed both rows of her big teeth.

After the interlude, here we go again!

“The enchanting and brilliant future is always calling out to me... Even if pain is my only companion, I must press forward with courage...

I want to set sail on the bluest sea... No matter if I can return or not...”

By the time the chorus arrived, the students in the audience had already started clapping along to the rhythm.

“After failure comes depression and gloom... That’s the sign of a coward,

As long as there’s still breath in you, clench your fists tight.

Before the sky breaks at dawn,

We must be even braver,

Waiting for the most dazzling moment at sunrise!”

When it got to this part, it was still the same uphill climb as before, but now it seemed like everyone knew exactly how to sing it.

“Run forward! ...”

This was a shout from everyone together, their voices surging with power.

Facing cold stares and ridicule!

On and off the stage, everyone kept singing, as if they all loved to shout, shouting together, all the way to the end.

Rather than! Dragging out a miserable existence! Why not... burn with passion! For the beauty in your heart!

The stage seemed to have grown larger, but at this moment, the music stopped.

Huff, huff... Samuel Wright was gasping for breath. This song really wasn’t something he could handle, but it was the song that could help him win, so he had to sing it.

“Never compromise until I’m old...” That last line, Samuel Wright almost just hummed it out—he really had no strength left.

“Whoa! That was amazing!”

“Encore!”

“Encore! Encore! Encore! Encore!”...

The students in the audience were nearly going wild, but in reality, Samuel Wright couldn’t possibly do another one—he didn’t even know how he managed to get through this time.

“Xiangzi! You were incredible!” Lily Sutton, listening nearby, was almost in tears. “I got goosebumps! What were you thinking, how did you come up with starting by speaking?”

Hearing this, Samuel Wright almost burst into tears himself.

“I was singing from the start! Senior, you don’t have to roast me like that.”

This song, “Chasing the Dreamer’s Heart,” was indeed copied by Samuel Wright. It was a song he loved in his previous life. When it came to music, Samuel Wright had no talent in that area, and his physical condition was poor—he didn’t even have the basic lung capacity needed for singing. But if he wanted to win the bet, he had to choose this song.

The reason was simple: this song was youthful and passionate, able to ignite the enthusiasm in young people’s hearts. With no technical skill to speak of, Samuel Wright could only win by resonating with his classmates, which meant the real key was in the lyrics and the shouting. As for how good his singing sounded, even Samuel Wright didn’t believe it himself.

But after all, it was plagiarism. Although it wasn’t the first time, he still felt a bit guilty. Samuel Wright had already decided that if he ever made it big, or really made money from this song, he would never forget the original creators, the Galar Band.

Actually, for a reborn person, if he couldn’t even plagiarize, wouldn’t that be just too stupid?

But in a corner where Samuel Wright couldn’t see, there was an old man who had also listened to the whole song. Smiling, he said to a young man beside him, “This kid’s not bad. Did he write this song himself? I’ve never heard it before.”

The young man smiled back, “I heard he’s the top student in this year’s literature class. During the exam, he even scolded the fifth and sixth generation directors.”

Of course, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but the old man found it amusing. “Oh? That impressive? Heh, I’d like to see what kind of work he can produce.”

“Is the teacher interested in him?” The young man seemed to catch on.

“A little interested,” the old man replied honestly.

“Is the teacher planning to recruit him?” The young man became interested.

“No rush, no rush, let’s wait and see.” The old man just smiled and waved his hand.

If Ivy Howard could have seen this scene, she would have immediately recognized that the young man was her homeroom teacher, Simon Howard. As for the old man, she wouldn’t have recognized him, but by now, she was no longer in the auditorium.

“What are you doing?” When Samuel Wright returned to 307 and saw Ivy Howard standing at the door of the boys’ dorm room 307, his mouth could have fit at least two eggs.

“What are you pretending to be clueless for?” Ivy Howard said sternly, “Clothes! I lost the bet and I’ll keep my word! Isn’t it just washing your clothes? Bring them on, I’m not afraid of anything! Come on!”

“...” Only then did Samuel Wright remember, but this girl was way too fast: “But the results aren’t even out yet, what’s the rush?”

“A loss is a loss! I’m not like you, nitpicking over everything, not like a real man!” These words, spoken in Ivy Howard’s unique southern accent, really made Samuel Wright feel a bit embarrassed.

But, about those clothes: “Um, Ivy Howard, I haven’t even got my dirty clothes ready yet. Can you give me two days to get them together?”