The students had guessed correctly; they were all too familiar with Lin Yuan's style, a style known as "Lin Yuan."
Lin Yuan was indeed too lazy to explain.
But the more important reason was that Lin Yuan didn't want to attract too much attention; after all, what would happen if a professor wanted him to switch departments?
He had no intention of leaving the composition department.
"As for the next class..."
Before leaving, Kong An cast a meaningful glance at Lin Yuan, his idea becoming firmer.
After the selection team departed, all eyes turned back to Lin Yuan.
His classmates couldn't help but shower him with flattery and praise, interspersed with a few teasing questions, to which Lin Yuan skillfully responded.
Having been the class pet since kindergarten, he was used to this kind of attention.
It was the same with his piano skills.
When everyone admired the beautiful blackboard behind them, most could only conclude that Lin Yuan was also skilled at painting.
But just how skilled, they had no clear idea.
However, Yan Mengjia, having studied painting for several years, understood exactly what it meant to complete such a high-quality gouache blackboard in just two hours. She looked at Lin Yuan a little differently now.
Of course, most of the girls in the class also regarded Lin Yuan with a special gaze.
This was evident from the inexplicable snacks that often appeared on Lin Yuan's desk.
This situation would probably persist for some time, especially after Lin Yuan had showcased his versatility twice in a row.
The next day, Lin Yuan's class's blackboard newspaper appeared on the campus's official website smoothly. The sophomore year's blackboard newspaper champion was a foregone conclusion.
And Lin Yuan began teaching gouache classes at the painting club, conducting two sessions a day.
Sketching came first, followed by gouache.
However, there were more students interested in sketching than gouache. Lin Yuan's sketching teaching skills were well-established in the art department, but many were unaware of his proficiency in gouache and teaching abilities.
Except for Zhong Yu and others who had witnessed Lin Yuan's two-hour masterpiece.
These guys were seasoned veterans.
They privately agreed not to reveal Lin Yuan's feat just yet, thereby reducing the competition for his gouache classes.
Eventually, they would spread the word about Lin Yuan's true capabilities, letting the entire art department know the true extent of his gouache skills.
But Lin Yuan didn't mind.
He had no shortage of students now.
After all, the tuition fee was the same.
Moreover, the success of the blackboard newspaper naturally earned Lin Yuan praise from the composition department's instructors. The role of instructors in university was akin to that of class teachers, but most of Qin Yi's instructors also considered themselves instructors of professional courses.
The counselors were called "gorgeous."
Recently, Gorgeous had been paying close attention to Lin Yuan because his academic performance had improved rapidly. While most college students were unconcerned about their grades, Lin Yuan was different. He was attentive in class and studied hard. Although he had struggled initially upon transferring to the composition department, Lin Yuan had recently ranked in the top five in the class on the most recent theory test.
This kind of dedication appealed to Masters.
As for other factors such as appearance influencing this preference, it went without saying. Nonetheless, Masters lavished praise on Lin Yuan for bringing honor to the class, praising him for a full three minutes.
After the praise, Masters segued into the day's topic. "We've been studying composition for almost two years now. I believe most of you should aim not for instrumental composition but to join entertainment companies as composers in the future."
Piano music was a composer's domain.
So were pop songs.
While Qin Yi's professional courses focused on the former, they also didn't neglect the guidance and training needed for the latter.
For instance, this time, Masters announced, "Our next assignment won't be a paper; instead, each of you will write a song. The style is up to you. If you write lyrics and sing, you can find someone or perform it yourself. No need to spend money. Our school has various departmental mutual aid associations. The deadline for submissions is the end of next month."
"Understood."
The students were eager to try their hand. Writing songs wasn't a daunting task for composition students; many had already written numerous songs privately. Some even had small music libraries and had contributed to entertainment companies.
"A word of caution."
Masters smiled. "This time, the song scores are crucial. It's essentially your year-end assessment! The composition department leaders will personally review the scores! As you're now sophomores, next year you'll be juniors, and the number of exchange students for juniors is determined by performance. Your song's performance will be a key factor in that decision."
"What?"
"Really?"
"Year-end assessment?"
The excitement in the room was palpable this time!
Many faces lit up with enthusiasm, setting aside their previous casual attitudes.
Yes.
Most students were interested in becoming exchange students, as this experience would greatly enhance their job prospects after graduation!
Furthermore, exchange students had the opportunity to experience teaching at different schools. A year-long exchange program was invaluable to many, not to mention the various benefits provided by the school!
"Exchange students."
Lin Yuan pondered.
After briefly mentioning his plans to become an exchange student in Qizhou, Lin Yuan was considering whether to accompany Jian. After all, their time together would diminish as they progressed through university. Additionally, he was genuinely interested in the benefits of being an exchange student.
As for Xia Fan...
Xia Fan would undoubtedly remain at Qin Yi.
She planned to participate in this year's "Blooming."
Her dream for many years was to make her debut through this show.
If she succeeded, she wouldn't have much time left at school. In that case, going to Qizhou was a choice Lin Yuan seriously contemplated.
Because Lin Yuan was certain:
Xia Fan would succeed. Even if she failed again in "Blooming" this year, Lin Yuan would ask Zhao Jue to sign Xia Fan. He would also prepare some songs for her.
Given this, he needed to take this songwriting assignment seriously.
In the evening, on his way home from school, Lin Yuan summoned the system, gritting his teeth, and said, "I want to commission a song, half a million."
"What genre?" the system inquired.
Lin Yuan replied, "Something inspirational."
He didn't specify a genre but rather a theme. Since the students hadn't yet entered the workforce, writing inspirational songs might better suit the campus atmosphere.
"Deducting..."
"Random selection..."
"Song extraction completed..."
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the song 'The First Dream.'"
In an instant, Lin Yuan received a message confirming the deduction of half a million from his bank account and an additional song in his library. He felt fortunate.
"By the way," Lin Yuan suddenly asked, "Will the bank have any issues with the deduction?"
"Don't worry," the system assured him. "The bank won't find any problems, as the system deducts the host's funds through official channels."
"Understood."
Lin Yuan resolved to submit the song next month.
With his current grades and this song, securing an exchange student spot shouldn't be too difficult.
Of course, the next semester was still a long way off, so Lin Yuan was simply planning ahead for now.