Back at home, Lin Yuan began pondering some issues.
Thanks to the widespread success of "Red Rose," he had secured a new contract, signifying a temporary break from songwriting. The question of customization arose: Was it necessary immediately? Perhaps not.
The system's painting task was yet to be completed. This task promised a treasure chest as a reward, and if it contained a song, it would save him the hefty cost of song customization.
Moreover, "The Initial Dream" had not been released! Although the initial release might downplay Xianyu's presence, the reputation gained would ultimately be attributed to Lin Yuan himself. For him, that was sufficient. He wasn't one to seek fame; he sought profit. As long as the reputation accumulated, timing was secondary.
Lost in thought for a moment, Lin Yuan suddenly slapped his leg, realizing, "Oops!" He remembered that the reputation task for painting seemed to have a time limit.
He quickly summoned the system, "How much time do I have left for my task?"
The system replied, "The time left for the host is limited, with only two weeks remaining until the task deadline."
Lin Yuan was startled. Just this little time left? Previous engagements, such as playing the piano for a classmate and recording "Red Rose" with Sun Yao Huo, coupled with weekend work, had taken up more time than anticipated.
Lin Yuan glanced at the task's progress, breathing a slight sigh of relief. The current painting reputation was at eight hundred, just two hundred away from the goal of one thousand. Not a significant gap. It would be better to focus on completing this task first.
Although there were no penalties for failing system tasks, missing out on the treasure chest would be the most substantial punishment.
With this in mind, Lin Yuan checked his schedule saved on his phone. The first class tomorrow morning was Professor Huang's piano class, followed by a physical education class.
"I can skip."
Lin Yuan made a decision.
Skipping class wasn't a big deal for university students nowadays, and although he rarely did it, he felt that, in special circumstances, skipping class would be a minimal psychological burden compared to requesting leave.
Thinking this way, the next day, Lin Yuan went straight to the painting club.
The morning attendance at the painting club wasn't high, as many art students had classes. However, some students who didn't have classes would still come.
For instance, Lin Yuan's self-proclaimed number one disciple, Zhong Yu, was currently in the painting club.
In Lin Yuan's impression, Zhong Yu seemed to spend most of his time in the painting club.
Did he have a few classes? No, it was because Zhong Yu liked skipping classes.
As soon as Lin Yuan entered, Zhong Yu approached with a smile, "Great god, you've been coming to the painting club less frequently lately. The members waiting in line for teaching sessions have accumulated quite a bit."
"It's alright."
After skipping class, Lin Yuan had plenty of time. He glanced around at the onlookers and announced, "Today, I'm going to teach ten people."
Everyone: "..."
Why did it suddenly feel like an inexplicable aura of dominance was sweeping over?
Continuing from there, the excitement among the crowd surged!
We love your domineering attitude, the kind that says, "Who else but me!"
Lin Yuan's classes had become so popular that everyone wanted their turn as soon as possible. So, when they heard that Lin Yuan was going to teach ten people today, naturally, they were thrilled.
...
Today, the majority are still focusing on learning sketching. In addition to sketching, Lin Yuan had also been teaching some people watercolor during this time, and everyone could see that Lin Yuan was quite proficient in watercolor painting.
However, because Lin Yuan hadn't completely showcased his watercolor skills, there was some hesitation among the students. After all, being good at painting and being good at teaching were two different things.
Lin Yuan's watercolor painting seemed quite good, but did that necessarily mean he was also an excellent watercolor teacher?
In comparison, Lin Yuan's sketching teaching skills had already received widespread acclaim, so over ninety percent of his students were there for sketching.
Lin Yuan didn't mind. The effect of the teacher's system was activated, and he continued teaching whatever the students wanted to learn.
And so, one, two, three...
Perhaps the effect of the teacher's system was truly remarkable, or maybe Lin Yuan had taught so many people that he had become adept at it, but either way, Lin Yuan's teaching speed was now very fast, and the number of students kept increasing.
"It's getting late."
When Lin Yuan was teaching the fourth student, Zhong Yu reminded him in a low voice, "Great god, don't you have a class today?"
After teaching in the painting club for so long, Zhong Yu had already figured out Lin Yuan's schedule.
"I skipped class today."
Lin Yuan explained and then said, "Next one."
...
Meanwhile, in the Composition Department's piano classroom.
As usual, Huang Benyu glanced at the students below the stage, roughly checking if anyone was absent.
After looking for a while, he suddenly discovered with pleasant surprise that Lin Yuan wasn't here today.
Did he skip class?
If it were any other student skipping, Huang Benyu would have been strict and made them experience the iron fist of failing grades!
But if Lin Yuan didn't show up, Huang Benyu was not only not angry but rather excited!
Good that he didn't come.
He shouldn't have come!
What was Lin Yuan here for anyway?
To teach him how to play the piano?
In terms of skill, Huang Benyu and Lin Yuan were evenly matched, both belonging to the professional level. Considering the age difference, Huang Benyu really didn't want Lin Yuan to waste his time in his class. Even if Lin Yuan found a practice room to rehearse, it would be more effective than attending his class.
At this moment, the class representative handed the class list to Huang Benyu, but he didn't even bother to look at it and casually threw it back.
The class representative was puzzled, "Professor Huang?"
Huang Benyu smiled, "No attendance check today."
The class representative was stunned.
In the class representative's impression, Huang Benyu was a genuine attendance-check maniac. He checked attendance in every class, and anyone who was absent would be sternly reprimanded.
Therefore, the students in the Composition Department dared not skip Huang Benyu's piano class.
Today was quite unusual. The attendance-check maniac wasn't doing attendance checks?
Huang Benyu, however, sneered silently.
If he did an attendance check today, wouldn't he be recording Lin Yuan's absence?
Wouldn't that be shooting himself in the foot?
What if Lin Yuan wanted to continue attending his piano class to avoid failing grades?
So it's simple.
I won't do attendance checks.
As long as I pretend to be asleep, you'll never be able to wake me up!