The first-year and second-year students had already left school. On the eve of their own departure, the third-year students were free from their usual restraints, and the entire grade’s corridor was filled with students moving from class to class.

Close friends exchanged contact information, couples from different classes cuddled at classroom doors for the first time, no longer caring about others’ opinions or glances. A few boys gathered together, openly smoking cigarettes, and as they smoked, someone’s eyes turned red...

Some shy boys stood at the door of the class where the girl they’d liked for three years was, glanced a few times, then suddenly shouted at the top of their lungs: “XX/XXX, someone’s looking for you at the door!”

Of course, there were also some students who still appeared to be seriously reading or doing exercises, but if you watched them for a while, you’d notice they hadn’t turned a page for a long time.

At this moment, David Bennett was holding a small notebook, going around the class asking who had a QQ number with fewer digits.

Perhaps it was the impending farewell and the infectious mood of the whole floor, but he had a good harvest: he got one 6-digit QQ number and four 7-digit QQ numbers.

When he got to Scott Dalton, Scott Dalton looked at him and asked David Bennett, “It seems you’ve never asked for my phone number, nor my QQ number.”

David Bennett felt a jolt in his forehead—he realized this little Scott Dalton was not so easy to deal with.

Seeing David Bennett freeze, Scott Dalton grinned mischievously, took the small notebook from David Bennett, and wrote down her home phone and QQ number, signing “雪” after the numbers.

Suddenly, guitar-accompanied singing came from the other end of the corridor, the song was “Friends, Don’t Cry.” The corridor quickly quieted down, and everyone moved toward the source of the music.

That end of the corridor was the science classes, this end was the liberal arts classes.

The students in the class couldn’t sit still. A few boys who usually used their musical talent to attract girls quickly decided to send a boarder back to the dorm to fetch a guitar.

More and more people gathered at the science class end, and a few beauties from the liberal arts classes also joined in.

The one sent to fetch the guitar finally returned.

While the science class was discussing who would sing next and what song to choose, the class here had already picked their performers.

Dean Young, Samuel Miller, and Ben Harris played and sang “Wish You a Smooth Journey.”

Dean Young found a few notes on the guitar, and the music began.

The guys were probably eager to draw the crowd back from the science class side—David Bennett could tell right away that the key was set too high. Sure enough, when it got to the climax, all three couldn’t reach the notes, but fortunately, the classmates in the class pitched in and helped carry the song.

The key was too high, but the effect was still good, and people started coming back this way.

The science class’s singing started up again, this time “Fly Freely” by the Little Tigers. Since there were more boys on that side, the singing was full of energy.

After they finished, a few people in the class discussed and chose “Friends” by Emil Chau. It was a great song, but it had been sung to death, so the crowd wasn’t as lively as on the science class side.

Before they finished singing, the science class side started up “Goodbye” by the Little Tigers.

The classmates in the class got anxious—hurry up and pick a song, that’s already their third! Everyone argued for a while, torn between “Deskmate” and “Blessing.” After much debate, the boys who usually bragged about their guitar skills got cold feet, and after a long time, still couldn’t play in tune.

The class monitor, nicknamed “Wolf Granny of Midnight Songs,” spoke up: “The science classes have six classes, we liberal arts only have two, so we’re outnumbered. Anyone who thinks they can sing, volunteer yourself! Even if we can’t sing as well as them, we can’t lose our spirit.”

The liberal arts side really did lose their spirit.

Singing started up again at the other end of the corridor—Zhang Yusheng’s “The Ocean” spread across the whole floor like invisible waves, and all the students fell silent.

The boy singing “The Ocean” had a good voice, only dropping the key in a few places. The soaring vocals bounced off the corridor walls, drilling into everyone’s ears. This was clearly the science class’s grand finale.

The group discussing songs on the liberal arts side was a bit dumbfounded. A self-proclaimed handsome guy suggested a solo of “The Trouble Caused by the Moon.”

Scott Dalton was getting anxious too.

Classmates asked each other, who can play guitar? Who can play guitar? Hurry up!

Scott Dalton casually asked David Bennett, “Can you play guitar?”

“Yes,” David Bennett replied.

Scott Dalton gave him a push, “If you can, then go play!”

David Bennett didn’t move. “I’ve never played either of those two songs they mentioned.”

Scott Dalton pushed David Bennett again, “Go sing one for me.”

“All right!”

Anyone who loves to sing gets a little itchy if they don’t sing for a while. Besides, ever since his rebirth, the soul of a middle-aged man had returned to the youthful days of third year, and the pressure of the college entrance exam forced David Bennett to keep reading and reading, with many habits from his previous life forcibly sealed away. He planned carefully, wanting to change his life’s trajectory, but also worried that some important events he knew in advance might change. He knew he had to work hard to reintegrate into 2001, but from time to time, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of detachment, as if a volcano was pressing on his heart.

He had originally planned to let it all out after the college entrance exam, but with a little alcohol, Scott Dalton’s expectation, and the excitement of the whole grade, some emotions buried deep in David Bennett’s heart were stirred up.

He stood up, waved to the boys discussing songs, “Give me the guitar, I’ll do one. You guys keep thinking.”