Putting on his headphones, Old Professor Grant intended to listen carefully to see just what kind of song could disrupt his class so much!

Hearing the vocals at the beginning of the song, Old Professor Grant's already furrowed brow tightened even more. "What are young people singing about these days..."

He picked up his pen, planning to start writing a review, but as soon as the prelude began, both his actions and his words came to an abrupt halt.

Not until the song ended did Old Professor Grant take a deep breath, tap the tip of his pen on the blank paper, set the pen down, and flip to the detailed information page of the song, his gaze landing on the arranger's info on the subpage.

"John Foster?"

After checking the song information, Old Professor Grant said in his friends' group: "I discovered a new song today, highly recommend everyone give it a listen. The arrangement is quite interesting, I couldn't even tell the genre. The graduates from Qi'an Music Academy this year are really something!"

"Haha, there really aren't many songs that can earn such praise from you, and it's rare for you to compliment a newcomer and a new song. We definitely have to check it out." Some old friends, curious, joined in the fun even if they didn't really understand arrangement.

Two days later.

It was time again for Old Professor Grant's elective class.

The students in class today were especially well-behaved—no one was secretly surfing the web, no one was wearing earbuds, and even if they were, they weren't playing music. They wanted to see how Mr. Grant would react today. After all, at the end of last class, Mr. Grant's expression had been so bad that it left them on edge for two days, worried he might fail them all out of anger.

But to their surprise, Old Professor Grant actually seemed to be in a pretty good mood when he entered the classroom today.

Old Professor Grant glanced around the classroom and turned on the projector. "Today, we're going to analyze a new song. Pay attention—this will be on the final exam."

At the back, a ten-meter-high light screen displayed six dazzling characters—呵呵，亲爱的你.

In front of the screen was Professor Grant's unusually kind and smiling old face.

All the students: "......"

……

At night, some students nearing graduation gathered together to bond and say goodbye to their final days as students.

KTV was undoubtedly a great place to vent emotions. The server maintained a professional smile, carrying a tray out of a private room, still keeping a flawless expression, but sighing inwardly.

Breaking up at graduation—this kind of thing was all too common. Every year at this time, their establishment would see many groups of graduates with especially intense emotions.

In the private room to the left, a 1.9-meter-tall guy was sobbing and sniffling over his withered student romance. In the room to the right, a petite girl was belting out a heart-wrenching ballad with a voice that could shake the earth.

Ah, these kids...

The server sighed deeply in their heart, but didn't dwell on it. All they needed to do was keep smiling. And with business booming lately, meaning another bonus this month, their smile grew even wider.

Meanwhile, in the left private room the server had just passed.

Seven students were having a meal together. After one round of singing, they couldn't go on, so they turned off the projector and sound system, and six of them comforted the tall, burly guy sitting in the middle. Without music, the atmosphere cooled down.

"Hey, come to think of it, I haven't asked my little secretary to recommend me any music today," said the tall, skinny guy sitting at the edge, trying to change the subject since the comforting wasn't working.

The "little secretary" he mentioned was a feature in the currently popular music app "Dongni Music," similar to listening history recommendations or personal radio stations. The difference was, in this app, you could customize the appearance of your "little secretary"—for a price.

When he opened the app, the tall, skinny guy's voice was a bit playful: "My little secretary is Amy Miller, yo~"

As he spoke, a hologram above his wristband appeared, showing Amy Miller's graceful figure approaching as if from afar, and at the same time, a warm voice rang out: "Welcome back to Dongni Music."

"Damn, you actually set your little secretary to look like Amy Miller! Must've cost you a lot, huh?" the other classmates said enviously.

Using a celebrity's likeness also required paying a licensing fee, and the more popular the image, the higher the cost. Amy Miller was currently at the height of her fame, so naturally her price was high, and the corresponding licensing fee was steep. Most music listeners weren't willing to spend that much just to buy a little secretary's image.

The tall, skinny guy looked smug, wanting to show off a bit more, but remembering there were a few heartbroken buddies here, he held back and instead said, "Let's see what songs my little secretary recommends today." Lately, he'd been into songs that lift your spirits, so today's recommendations should help liven up the mood.

"I'll listen to anything Amy Miller recommends!" This guy was a die-hard fan of Amy Miller, even if the recommendations were just from a music app using her image.

"Yeah, let's listen! Let's get the vibe going again!"

A lively atmosphere always helps dispel some negative emotions. To comfort their heartbroken, lovelorn, and sentimental dorm brothers, they were giving it their all.

They connected to the room's sound system.

"Hehe, hehe hehe..."