Reborn: I'll Never Fail My Childhood Sweetheart Again-Chapter 184 - 90: When the Slacker Class President Gets Serious, He’s Actually Pretty Handsome! (Part 3)

This was the most important suggestion Su Zelin made in the plan.

This team-building activity not only had to be fun but also gave everyone a chance to find their own role, in other words, an opportunity to feel a sense of presence, deepen mutual understanding, and make it easier to integrate into the class group, recognizing and loving this big family even more.

Teacher Su also had a small task, which was to take photos, documenting these beautiful moments.

His role and part were not many, giving the stage and the limelight to Luo Xi and others.

Because Su Zelin knew that when he sat in the class leader position, he was already the coolest guy in the class, not needing to be dazzling all the time.

However, though the rebel wanted to stay low-key, others wouldn't allow it.

"Class leader, isn't your guitar playing excellent? Why don't you perform a piece for us!"

Not sure who suggested first, then everyone began to shout together.

"Play a song!"

"Play a song!"

"Play a song!"

"…"

Today, Su Zelin was silent, quite different from the usual lively self, making everyone a bit unaccustomed to it.

Moreover, as such a popular class leader, how could he not showcase himself well in a team-building event?

"Brother San, the guitar is yours!"

Zeng Kaiping ran out from the crowd.

Today, he took out Su Zelin's guitar, trying to show off in front of the girls. Unfortunately, this spirited lad's guitar skills weren't that great.

Su Zelin sighed helplessly: "I originally wanted to keep a low profile today, but seemingly my ability won't allow it."

"Hahaha…"

Everyone laughed.

Still, that familiar taste.

A Su Zelin-style comment, a short sentence able to enliven the atmosphere.

This is what my dad calls the art of language; compared to the class leader, my skills are far from adequate!

Luo Xi thought to herself.

Su Zelin strapped on the guitar, put away the smile, and everyone quieted down.

Gently strumming the steel strings, he began to sing.

…

Along this path, walking and pausing

Following the drifting traces of youth

At the moment of stepping out of the station

I felt a bit hesitant

Couldn't help but laugh at the hometown nerves

Still inevitable

And the sky in Nagano

Remains so warm

The wind stirred up the past

In the past, first encountering this world

So many nostalgia

Looking at the horizon as if within reach

Willing to brave the fire and water to walk it once again

Now traversing this world

So many nostalgia

Flipping over the years with different profiles

Caught off guard, breaking into your smiling face

I was once captivated by the vast world

And immersed in its dreamtalk

Nondescript, no struggle, not fearing jokes

I once turned youth surging into her

Also fingered out the summer with my fingertips

Heart's movement just let it go with fate

Walking against the light, letting the wind and rain beat

…

Su Zelin's guitar and singing standards were absolutely first-rate, often invited to perform at literary arts soirées in middle and high school.

Moreover, this song was rich in mood, one of the tunes he felt most deeply, combining the experiences of a previous life, played out and instantly captivating everyone.

The sound of the acoustic guitar strings was like a mountain stream, plain but peaceful, yet one of the most enduring sounds.

The winter afternoon sunlight was no longer harsh, gentle as a mother's caress, falling on Su Zelin's face cradling the guitar, making that perfect profile even more sharply defined like carved lines.

The boy's expression was like water, tranquil and quiet, his long fingers rhythmically pressing and lightly strumming the steel strings, as if not only string sounds were flowing but also the passing of time, like horses through a gap.

Once upon a time, there was a spirited young man, arrogant and unruly, ignorant of the world, impulsive and capricious in action, thereby mercilessly hurting the girl he liked, leaving her heartbroken and departing sadly.

The young man finally realized he had made a grave mistake but regretted it immensely.

The torrent of time swept away the years of youth, leaving behind a battered shell, having undergone worldly upheavals and been ravaged by time, that young man finally washed away the ostentation, no longer youthful recklessness, and matured in mentality.

Yet, no matter how reluctant he was, lingering in myriad ways, his beloved would never return to his side again.

Until one day, they met again by chance, seeing that familiar face smiling sweetly and brightly in the cool morning light, the boy finally found peace, his heart unlocking the shackles.

Time is beautiful; she is like a charming young lady, bringing countless worth memorizing memories.

Time is also cruel; she silently lets youth pass away between lowered brows and light smiles, things become different, people change.

Back then, full of spirit, we unknowingly bore the traces painted by time.

The seemingly plain string music and singing, yet stirring one's soul, leaving the audience deeply moved in that poignant mood, completely forgetting where they were.

After "The Wind Rises" was sung, after a momentary silence, applause poured like rain, the girls even more frantically screaming.

Including counselor Wu Zhirong and class advisor Yao Hui also clapped along with everyone.

Being adults, the two teachers could better appreciate the flavor of this song, yet felt a bit surprised.

From such a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, they actually heard a sense of having undergone years of vicissitudes.

Normally, only those who have gone through great upheavals and social beatings would possess such mature temperament enriched by years.

"So beautiful, incredibly beautiful, class leader sir, from now on you are my male god!"

"No wonder our class leader, so talented!"

"So emotive, our social Brother San, this guitar play is simply perfect!"

"Class leader sir, I love you!"

"…"

Ding Linna was frantically patting her hands loudly shouting while not hesitating to blow a spicy air kiss to the rebel.