Vendors outside Anseong Middle School.

When I heard this song, I looked at the sound of the radio in unison.

Like them, nearly half of their lives have passed, and most of the day has been spent busy in this small street vendor. With a future that can be seen at a glance, is there really a tomorrow?

Tomorrow never seems to come?

Do they really have the courage to smile and say to tomorrow, how are you?

They don't know, they don't know.

But they can only be trapped in this small area? Can't they move?

Can they give up what they have now and go to a broader world to find their own way out?

An aunt in an apron looked at the hand cakes in her hand. What is the future of selling hand cakes?

No matter how early I get up in the morning, I still have to wait until the senior high school students finish class after ten o'clock in the evening.

These days have long been enough!

The aunt threw the tools on the car and sighed countless times in her heart, "I must change my tomorrow!"

"Mom, please have some hand pancakes, fried eggs, sausages, and pork ribs."

"Okay!" The aunt skillfully picked up the tool in her hand and started grabbing the cake.

There seemed to be a sparkle in his eyes.

In various classrooms of senior high school students at Anseong Middle School.

Everyone is watching the broadcast above, the power of sound.

It seemed that someone was preparing to make a loud noise to disrupt their listening to the song, but everyone stopped them in unison.

The song is over.

The students were stunned.

Those who have started school now have reached an important crossroads in their lives.

The future is still unclear, and they have spent every day in a muddle, but they shoulder the expectations of their parents. They are extremely clear about their scores, which are pitifully low, and they want to struggle, but it seems that every struggle is suppressed by reality.

Score was slapped hard.

However, if they don't struggle now, they will be lost on the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination!

Hello Tomorrow!

Countless students began to shout from the bottom of their hearts.

The voice is very small, so small that you can only hear it if you have yourself!

But the voice is deafening, so powerful that my future self will thank my current self!!

In the office.

The senior class teachers looked at the music playing outside.

"Old Wang, is this the unsaved classmate in your class that you mentioned at that time?" The beautiful teacher looked at Old Wang in confusion.

"With this singing voice, it doesn't seem like it would be difficult to become a liberal arts student?" After a pause, "How about those who are hopeless in your class be transferred to our class?"

Lao Wang smiled bitterly and said: "There may be nothing we can do about it, she has already transferred to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School!"

The beautiful teacher smiled and said: "As long as you agree, it is not difficult to transfer her back. She would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. She can receive the best care here. Isn't that good?"

"That may be difficult. When I transferred to another school, I agreed that Lin Su would be able to attend Yenching University."

At that time, there were teachers from the Music High School who promised to attend Qinzhou Conservatory of Music.

Lao Wang did not say this sentence.

When the beautiful teacher heard Lao Wang's voice, her smile immediately froze on her face.

What the hell is this...?

This shabby school in Anseong doesn't even have a quota to apply, let alone such grand promises as guaranteeing which university to attend.

At the same time, Anseong TV station.

Anseong TV station's passerby interview program has always been Anseong's most unique project and the most popular.

However, Anseong TV station itself has been tepid because of the small number of viewers, and its economic benefits are average. It can only maintain a balance of revenue and expenditure and try not to increase the burden on Qinzhou, so it can only increase revenue by increasing advertising.

.

Every time the reform was implemented, the effect was minimal. The director of the TV station was so worried that he didn't even have a few hairs left.

"Director! Director!"

In the director's office, a young man rushed in in a hurry.

"Young people are just not stable enough. We need to be calm when things change. We need to cultivate our character and not be surprised." As the director said, he picked up the tea cup and began to slowly stroke the foam and drink the tea.

He said calmly, "I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet."

After taking another sip of tea, he saw that the young man opposite him was almost stable, and then he slowly said, "What's the matter?"

"Isn't today the interview for the opening of Anseong Senior High School?" The young man was led over by the slow pace, and almost forgot the purpose of coming here. He was thinking slowly and was already a little incoherent.

"Huh? Something happened in your senior year of high school?"

"Something big has happened!" After the young man said this, the director's hand holding the tea cup was trembling!

"Our station is going to be a hit!!"

The station director breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly asked again, "What did you say?"

"It exploded, it exploded! Our data exploded!!"

The director was stunned for a moment, "What? Exploded?"

"Our data has exploded!! The number of online viewers of the live broadcast has exceeded 100,000 people!! It is still rising! When we used to live broadcast, the most online viewers were only 100,000 people!!"

"What did they do during the live broadcast?" the station director asked, and the person below handed over a computer.

A cool and soothing voice came from the live broadcast room, but the live broadcast seemed to be just a fake grass field in a playground.

And the song came from the school radio room!

a song.

A song full of stories.

The clear female voice and the story with memories give people encouragement and strength!!

"this……"

As the station director listened to the song, he kept thinking about the setbacks and failures in his mind. Starting from the young newcomer of the station, he encountered countless cold looks and countless setbacks and failures. Now the station director faces huge pressure every day! Ratings

But I have never improved. I calmly face myself who failed yesterday, and smile at myself who may succeed.

In this song, all failures are appeased and courage is gained in whispers.

There is no heart-rending roar, just plain strength.

After the song ended, the station manager realized a problem and his face became extremely ugly. "Did you buy the copyright?"

"I will contact the personnel at the front immediately."

"Director, she is rushing to the broadcast room now. I don't know exactly what happened."

…

"Come on, congratulations to all of you tomorrow. With the mountains and rivers in mind, you can immediately shake up the mountains and rivers!" Lin Su's soft voice sounded, gently carrying the young man's wantonness.

The host here just arrived at the broadcast room, and after asking for permission, he recorded Lin Su's silhouette live.

On the side, the director Douyin and the chopstick-handling director exchanged sharp glances.

Bao Lang stood behind him and looked at Lin Su in front of him. He knew Lin Su best!

This child just scolded a few words and became well-behaved.

"The next song, Direction of Light, is for you."

In the radio room, Lin Su sang one song after another.

The number of people in the live broadcast room continues to rise, and the TV station’s data also begins to skyrocket!

The girl sitting in front of her had a vague sense of storytelling in her voice, and everyone was immersed in this summer.

The girl's singing voice floats throughout the school. Today this summer is destined to be remembered by everyone.

"System, ten draws in a row."
Chapter completed!