My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 536: Chapter 344: It Has to Be Me, Dao’er_2

"We have once faced hardships~ Wandering everywhere~"

"..."

Now, with Li Peifeng’s incredible vocal technique, his voice is flawless, both soft and powerful, effortlessly switching between real and falsetto; boosted by his keen auditory senses, his absolute pitch further elevates his singing talent. Although he’s not at a professional pop singer’s level in terms of technique, his ability to convey emotions is strong, easily surpassing ordinary music enthusiasts.

As Li Peifeng began singing, some classmates took out their phones to record videos, while others were captivated, immersed in the song, and sang along with him, the singing growing from soft to strong.

"We have once freely enjoyed ourselves~ Paddling on green waves~"

"But now we are parted, far across the ocean~"

"..."

"Friendship lasts forever~ my friends~ Friendship lasts forever~"

"Let’s raise our drinks and sing together of friendship everlasting..."

When the song ended, they had sung the chorus two more times than the original, leaving everyone wanting more. Some emotional female classmates even had tears in their eyes, lost in sorrowful memories, while others praised Li Peifeng’s singing: "Class heartthrob, you should join Dong’s Voice!"

"You’re too kind, too kind!"

"Come on, let’s drink."

Zuo Dongxu raised a glass of wine, and after everyone drank, Cheng Kuan set down his glass and suddenly asked, "Does anyone have contact with Zhang Wenyan? Is he working or attending graduate school somewhere?"

"He passed away."

Someone suddenly replied, and the dining table instantly fell silent.

"P-passed away?"

Cheng Kuan’s expression changed, and he looked toward the voice, seeing a slightly chubby girl with a ponytail, who repeated heavily, "He passed away."

After speaking, the girl explained further. The reason was simple: Zhang Wenyan had a motorcycle accident, at a speed of eighty miles per hour, crashed into a car that ran a red light, and died on the spot.

"It happened a couple of months ago. At that time, his parents posted about it on social media, and many classmates saw it. I went with Feiyue, Xiuting, and others to the funeral... His parents cried like they were made of tears."

Some at the scene knew about it, while others were unaware, and those who didn’t know were mostly stunned, unsure of what to say, including Li Peifeng.

He remembered Zhang Wenyan, a tall guy over six feet, good at basketball, the class sports commissioner, cheerful and full of youthful vigor. He heard that after graduation he got into Northeast University, but from then on, they lost touch. He didn’t expect to hear this name again as news of his passing.

"He still owes me thirty bucks."

Cheng Kuan mumbled: "Back in high school, when we went online together, I covered for him..."

Perhaps feeling the dinner atmosphere was too oppressive, Zuo Dongxu pursed his lips and changed the subject: "Has our homeroom teacher Old Sun retired? Although I got punished by him more than a few times, thinking back, he was really responsible. It’s hard to find teachers like Old Sun nowadays. Why don’t we take this chance when we’re all free to visit him together?"

"..."

The room grew even more silent, and everyone looked at Zuo Dongxu with a strange expression.

Liu Zhengqi couldn’t help but slap Zuo Dongxu, frowning: "Old Sun passed away too!"

"Ah?!"

Zuo Dongxu was dumbfounded. Li Peifeng sighed: "It was a stroke, a couple of years back. The class group was notified. Didn’t you know?"

Zuo Dongxu smiled wryly: "Really didn’t know, haven’t been paying attention to the group chat."

Once this topic started, it couldn’t be stopped. The people present began discussing others in the class who had faced similar situations to ’Zhang Wenyan’ and ’Old Sun.’ After a detailed discussion, at least ten out of the fifty-three people in class couldn’t attend the reunion.

Excluding Zhang Wenyan, who died in a car accident, and their homeroom teacher Sun Anzhi, who passed away due to illness.

Among the remaining eight, two classmates also died from accidents or illnesses, and for one, it was unclear whether it was suicide or an accident.

One made a mistake, ended up in jail, and is now frantically doing sewing work, hoping for an early release;

Another faced an emotional setback and had a mental breakdown, experiencing severe hallucinations, fighting with the psychiatrists in the mental hospital to prove he isn’t mentally ill.

One got into a confidential military research unit deep in the mountains, studying missiles, destined to remain anonymous for life;

Another joined a secret department after university, either in the military or national security, with high-security clearance, possibly working on hidden missions, equally destined to be unsung.

The last one simply vanished, and no one knew where he went or what he’s doing now...

Could it be he traveled through time to become the protagonist? What kind of classmates do I have?! Died of illness, died in accidents, mentally ill, possibly suicidal...

Listening to this made Li Peifeng feel uncomfortable, and on the other hand, he felt the dinner atmosphere was entirely ruined, so he wanted to improve it;

"Let’s talk about something happy. Hey, Huijia, I finished singing, won’t you lead us in a song next?"

Du Jiahui frowned and said, "My name isn’t Huijia!"

I know, wasn’t it intentional to say it wrong to lighten the awkward mood?!

"Sorry, sorry, drank too much, slip of the tongue."

Li Peifeng secretly chuckled, voiced an apology, then continued, "Jiahui, why don’t you sing a song?"

Du Jiahui thought for a moment and slowly began, "Spring blossoms, autumn winds~ and winter sunsets~ The melancholic youth, my naive younger self, once thought this way..."