It’s just that, for Jack Harper, this doesn’t really count as helping, because he can handle this matter himself.

“You said you composed a song for me, so where’s the sheet music?” Ethan Clark asked.

“The sheet music is in my heart. I can sing it for you,” Jack Harper replied. Sheet music—he hadn’t even seen this world’s music notation yet, so how could he write sheet music?

There was no other way, he could only sing it. Honestly, he didn’t even want to reveal his godly singing skills.

“All right then, go ahead and sing,” Ethan Clark said.

Jack Harper cleared his throat and began.

We cried, we laughed...

We sang the song of time...

Because I just happened to meet you, the footprints left behind are beautiful—

The wind blows, flowers fall, tears like rain, because I don’t want to part—

Because I just happened to meet you, leaving behind a decade of longing...

...

Jack Harper deliberately imitated Mr. Yu’s female singing style. He felt he sang this song perfectly, like a god of song incarnate, and was sure everyone here would be amazed.

Chapter 6: Everyone Has OCD

“That was awful!”

“What the heck were you singing!!”

“Garbage! With that level, you dare show off!”

“Exactly, exactly. Except for the three words Ethan Clark in the lyrics, this song is completely worthless!”

“……”

One comment after another instantly sent Jack Harper’s good mood plummeting. Was his singing really that bad?

At this moment, his own mind gave him another blow. The song he just sang replayed in his head, letting him hear a braying, donkey-like voice. Then, virtual text delivered another blow, displaying a row of comments—

Tone-deaf, terrible singing skills, strongly recommend not singing until improvement!

Damn, did it have to be this harsh? Was he really that useless?

The virtual text appeared again—

Not useless, sixty percent on pitch, passing!

Get lost!

The virtual text disappeared...

“The wind blows, flowers fall, tears like rain—did you really compose this?” Ethan Clark looked at Jack Harper, her eyes shining a little. Although Jack Harper’s singing wasn’t great, the song itself was quite good. She could sense the original intended feeling.

This is the difference between understanding and not understanding. Those who don’t understand only hear Jack Harper’s tone-deaf voice, while those who do can hear the melody and mood within.

“Of course, it’s my song. Have you ever seen another like it?” Jack Harper shamelessly said.

“This song, are you really giving it to me?” Ethan Clark asked. If he was, then she wanted to sing it herself.

This song could actually move Ethan Clark. If I’d known, I would’ve just hummed a few lines too—maybe Ethan Clark would look at me differently.

Jack Harper said, “I just said, it’s dedicated to you. I’m your admirer—give me your autograph.”

“Thank you. What do you want me to write?” Ethan Clark asked.

“Just write your name.” Jack Harper turned his back to Ethan Clark, letting her sign it.

“Don’t you want me to write your name?” Ethan Clark asked.

“No need!” Jack Harper replied. If she wrote his name, how could he sell it to someone else later? Seeing everyone’s envious looks, this shirt could definitely fetch a high price.

“But just my name seems a bit plain. What’s the name of that song you just sang?” Ethan Clark hesitated.

“Just Happened to Meet You,” Jack Harper answered offhandedly.

“‘Just Happened to Meet You’—that’s an interesting name. Simple and plain, but still beautiful,” Ethan Clark said softly.

“Mm!” Jack Harper didn’t care about the name. He just wanted to get this over with and not have anyone hold a grudge against him. Later, he’d listen to all of Ethan Clark’s songs and pretend to be her fan.

If people found out he wasn’t a real fan, he’d probably be in a lot of trouble. For now, he was just a lucky fan, and because of that, he wouldn’t sell this shirt for the time being—at least not easily. Unless someone forced him, then he’d reluctantly part with it.

“All done!”

“Thank you, Miss Hua!”

After thanking her, Jack Harper went over to tidy up the books and continued reading.

“……”

You really are a fake admirer. With such a good chance to get close to Miss Hua, you just let it go.

Ethan Clark understood in her heart that Jack Harper was pretending to be her admirer. This didn’t seem like a deliberate cold-shoulder tactic—it was real. What an interesting kid.

Then, she left the library. She’d originally wanted to read for a while while it was still quiet in the morning, but now that more people had arrived, she decided to leave and get ready for her performance later.

Ethan Clark had come here because the academy invited her to perform. She had once been a student here and had spent a wonderful time at this academy. She also had beautiful memories in this library.

Because Ethan Clark left, and because of her performance, almost everyone else left the library too. Only people like Jack Harper, who truly loved reading, remained.